Harry Styles One Shots

Reconnected (His POV)

I groaned as I heard my phone ringing again. Pulling it from my pocket, I mentally screamed at the caller ID. "What do you fucking want, Arista?" I snapped. "I just wanted to see if you were coming home, or not." She said. "Home?" I laughed. "We don't live together."

"Not yet."

"Not ever."

"Why don't you love me anymore?" Time for the truth.. "I never loved you. Your father paid me $40 a week to date you." She gasped. "He what?"

"Mhm. Go talk to him about it. From now on, I'm single." I shrugged. "You can't just break up with me!" She screamed. "I think I just did?" I pulled the phone from my ear, and pressed the big red button. The call ended and a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.

I dated Arista for at least three months. The pay was somewhat good. I saved up most of it, pretty much all of it.

I was so into my thoughts that I didn't noticed I bumped into someone. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I kept my sunglasses on, my fedora almost falling off. She groaned, a child next to her screaming, "Mummy!"

"Are you alright, miss?" I asked, helping her up. She dusted off her ripped skinny jeans and looked up at me. Her light brown eyes locked with mine, my breath being knocked out of me. She looked so familiar, I just didn't know where I knew her from. I opened my mouth to speak, but her eyes locked with my shirt. "I... Your coffee," I looked down, now realizing the drink was spilled over me. "I-Its okay," I nodded, throwing away the cup in a nearby trashcan. My heart was pounding, she was so beautiful.

I looked down at the child who clung to her blouse. She looked to be around the age of 7. "Who's this?" She looked down and smiled. "This is Mackenzie." She smiled to her daughter, her name throwing me off guard. My daughter's name was Mackenzie. She had big green eyes, thin lips. She had chubby cheeks, but she didn't look like her mother. "She looks just like her father," she frowned.

I remember having a kid.. About seven years ago, with the love of my life Y/n. I had to leave her because my singing career was just taking off and my management said I wasn't allowed to see her. They changed my number, and I lost all contact possible with her. I was heartbroken. She was heartbroken. It was just this big mess, and it became worse, I was only 17.. "Why the frown?" I took off my sunglasses, and hung them on my shirt.

We started walking in the direction she was going to, the park. "He left me." Mackenzie entwined her hand with her mothers. "I never caught your name." I looked down at the small child. She wore golden heart locket. I gave my daughter a golden locket when she was first born.. Before I was taken away. Mackenzie kept looking at me funny, but I simply ignored it.

"Y/n," she shrugged. A knot formed in my chest, but I tried to brush it off. Y/n is a..... common name. Maybe its just a coincidence. "Harry," I nodded. She only looked at me. "Sorry about the coffee spill. Let me make it up to you,"

"Your boyfriend wouldn't like that," I chuckled. "Boyfriend? I haven't been in a relationship since he left me." She said. We ended up at the park faster than I had expected. Me and Y/n walked to the swings, Mackenzie happily jumping on the seat. Y/n pushed her. "How old is Mackenzie?" I asked. "Six and a half. Her birthday is next month."

The feeling in my chest grew. "W-What day?" I asked. "The 6th." My daughters birthday is June 6th..

Y/n's phone rang and she excused herself before walking away from us. I pushed Mackenzie before she told me to stop. She hopped off the swing and turned to face me. She motioned me to bend down to her height. "You look like my daddy." She whispered. "I do?" She nodded, and grabbed her locket. She opened it, tears filling my eyes. It was a picture of me and Y/n.. When we were younger, holding Mackenzie. "Mummy told me my daddy gave it to me when I was born." She let me hold it, though it was still latched to her neck. I looked back and saw Y/n running her fingers through her hair. She was crying. "Baby, I'm so sorry," I wrapped my arms around my daughter. She wrapped her small arms around me as well. We hugged for a minute before I pulled away from Mackenzie and walked up to Y/n. Grabbing her phone from her ear, I hung up on whoever she was talking to. She sobbed, her back facing me. I spun her around, and tightly wrapped my arms around her. "I always told myself I would be ready," she cried, her body shaking. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to her. "Why did you leave me?" She pulled away from me. "It wasn't my choice, Y/n, I swear. Management, t-they wouldn't let me see you. They changed my phone number, gave me a new phone. They blocked you on every single social media site I owned, and they threatened my career. I know I should of chosen you, but I was young and dumb. I lost contact with everyone. I thought about you and Mackenzie every day of my life, I still love you." I rambled. But she let me ramble. I don't think she minded. "Simon told me you cheated, h-he said you used me for sex, and when you found out I was pregnant, you wanted nothing to do with me anymore. H-He showed me messages you sent him," her light brown eyes locked with my green ones. "Messages? Y/n, Simon doesn't know how to text. I've never said that in my entire life, I promise. I begged them to let me see you, they wouldn't listen. I'm so sorry. Believe me, please forgive me," I got down on both of my knees, and wrapped my arms around her legs. She laughed slightly. I always used to do this when we were together. If she got mad at me, I'd beg her to forgive me. It was a playful thing, but this wasn't playful. I was being serious this time. She leaned down, and kissed my head. "Why didn't you just tell me?" She sighed. "I had no contact. Everyone had to delete your number. I-I tried looking it up, I tried to see if I had it memorized, but I didn't. I knew the first five digits."

She laughed again. "Better than before, when you only knew the first two."

"Ha ha, very funny, Y/n."

I rolled my eyes but looked up at her. She was staring down at me, a light blush appearing on her cheeks. "I want to be apart of Mackenzie's life, of your life. Please, give me a second chance. I'll make everything better, I'll fix it all. I'll make up for the time I've missed, I promise. Just please,"

"That's a lot for a six year old, Harry. She needs time.. I need time."

"I'll do whatever it takes, Y/n. I know you still love me." I told her. "You sound so sure of yourself, but you're right. I do still love you. I always have, probably always will." She said. She tangled her fingers in my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp. Her nails lightly scraped my head, but I didn't complain. She could set my hand on fire, burn me alive, I wouldn't care. I have her back.

She nodded, "You're forgiven. But you have a lot of work to do, Harry," she looked at me, desperation on her eyes. I smiled widely, my face lighting up. I stood up, and wrapped my arms around her again. "I will do whatever it takes."

After a while she pulled away. "Okay. First things first. You watch Mackenzie while I sit in the backseat of your car and sleep." She pulled the keys from my pocket and kissed my cheek before skipping to where I parked my car.