The Stylist. || Harry Styles *On Hold*

Chapter 10. ~ ''Did you want to say daddy?''

Belle's P.o.V.

When I woke up, I tried to sit up, but the pain was too much I hissed and laid down again. That's when Niamh started crying. ''Shitt.'' I tried to get up, and with a lot of pain, I managed to do it. I stumbled over to her crib, holding onto everything I could. I sighed, I scooped her up and cradled her in my arms, looking at the sounddock/alarm on the nightstand. 07.38. Early. I sighed and went to the lounge room, which was of course empty.

I wish Harry was here, for some reason I did miss him talking to me, last night I had the weirdest dream ever,

*Flashback Dream*

I was laying on a sunbed, on the beach. Niamh was with Louise, Lux and Zayn to the zoo. Harry was inside the house we had rented for the week and Niall, Liam, Eleanor and Louis were shopping.

I closed my eyes, and relaxed. I sighed, this felt good, after al the stress. Mu thought were interupted by Harry's voice. ''Hi kitten.'' he said, and sat down on the edge of the sunbed, next to my hips. He saw the mark on my lower ribs and placed a cold hand on the blue mark. I hummed, comforted. That actually felt good, relaxed. He placed his other hand on my cheek, forcing me to look in his green eyes.

''I still love you.'' he said. ''Harry..'' I answered. And placed my hand on his forearm, the one attached to my face. ''Shh..'' he said again. ''You're the only one I love.'' I said, truth is I did. As I looked at his smile, I felt guilty. ''I'm sorry Harry.'' ''Shh, I love you..'' He whispered now close to my ear. He then kissed just beside my ear and left.

*Dream end*

Weird, huh? I looked outside, a park was just in front of the hotel, the park everything got ruined yesterday. Harry made mean comments, and they actually did hurt a lot. Especially the one when he said that I would like if Liam pulled up my shirt. He did deserve that kick. Ass.

He could be so mean to me, I wonder if he has even liked me before. It would hurt him, to say these things to someone he likes, or loves. Niamh was talking to Snowflake. I look at Niamh, would she finally be ready for this? She always had problems with this, she choked a lot. I sighed and closed my eyes, breathing in deeply, and sighing the oxygen out.

I reopen my eyes. I look at my phone and search for the e-mail of Niamh's doctor.

'Dear miss Parker,

It's been a very long time since I've seen Niamh. I hope she's alright. I actually have great news for you! The blood test came in last week, and it seems like Niamh isn't allergic to anything. Which is great, but also a little weird.

I'm not sure why she has choked on bread so many times. And I do understand if you're scared of feeding her bread ever again. After last time. I do recommend you try again, soon. If you're scared, than make sure there's someone with you who loves Niamh as much as you do, and who can reassure you.

Yours Sincerely,

Doctor Johnson.'

The only person I know loves Niamh as much as I do? Harry.

The only person who can reassure me? Harry.

Problem? He hates me.

I sigh, I have to do this. I walk to the cabinets and pick out some bread. I make it ready and eatable for Niamh. Scared I walk to Harry's room. I know on the door, no answer. ''H-Harry?'' I open the door. He's sleeping and half naked. His torso exposed and the thin blankets only covering his boxers and one of his legs. His lips are parted and soft snores leave his mouth. I turn around to walk away, but I hit my toe against the desk. Waking up Harry. He jolts up and looks around the room.