Danger, Love, and F.B.I

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Hurt...again

*Ashley'sPOV*

Everyone was ready to leave, especially me. I couldn't wait to get home and lie down, carrying Darcy has been hard on my back, so I could really use the rest.

"Harry we have a problem." sighed Liam.

Please don't let this come between us going home.

Harry frowned, "What do you mean?" He asked.

Liam looked at me, then Harry. He looked worried for some reason, I wonder what could be so bad.

"Our limo couldn't come pick us up. Something about having to pick up a more important client, so we have to walk home." He sighed.

Walk? That's it? I thought something happened with management. Well that's not bad news at all.

"Liam, that's nothing bad." I chuckled.

"Yes it is." said Harry squeezing my hand.

I turned to Harry looking confused, Harry had a stern yet worried expression in his face.

I didn't get what was so bad about walking home, it's not like there's a storm going on outside.

"Why is it bad?" I asked looking into Harry's green eyes.

"Ashley, you're pregnant and I just told the fans you are. Some might not be too thrilled and will follow us and could hurt you. Plus, it's really cold out and you could get sick." He sighed.

Was Harry really being like this? We just saw most of the girls in the concert cheer for us having a baby an he's worried? I mean I was worried at first, but when Jamie said she was happy and then all the fans began cheering I wasn't scared anymore.

"Harry, I don't care what people think anymore. Most of the fans in the arena cheered for us and Darcy. You said it yourself, they love us. Harry it's ok, lets go home." I smiled.

Harry sighed and began walking, he knew he couldn't win this argument. It wasn't all that bad, so why make this a big deal.

We began walking down the rode to Harry's house and on the way girls began running up to the boys and asking for autographs and pictures.

"Can I get a picture?" asked a girl about eight or nine.

I was about to step aside when she stopped me.

"No, I want to take a picture with both of you." She said with a huge smile on her face.

This made me smile and feel all warm inside, she didn't hate me.

"Come here babe." smiled Harry pulling me close to him as well as the little girl.

When the mother finally took the picture, the little girl placed her hand on my baby bump.

"What's the baby's name?" She asked.

"Darcy, Darcy Anne Styles." Harry replied taking my hand in his.

"So that means you're Ashley Styles." squealed the little girl.

It's funny how she was squealing, usually the girls would be jealous of this and hate me. Then again, the girl is only nine years old.

"No, I'm Ashley Brooks." I chuckled

"She's not Ashley Styles yet, but she will be soon." chuckled Harry.

"Thank you for the pictures." smiled the young girl's Mother.

"No problem." I blushed.

"I love you Harry! I love you Ashley!" shouted the little girl as she walked away with her Mom.