THE Perfect Two (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

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A/N: Sorry.... this chapter might be awkward too.... It's not just you... I find it weird too DON'T JUDGE ME!

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It had been two weeks since Action City. The second day at Action City was spent much like the first: in the arcade. Everyone was having fun, even Harry didn't seem distressed in the public place. Not as many girls screamed- or even bothered them for that matter. Everything was perfect.

Harry was at Emily's house, it was just the two of them. They talked about random things and were laughing and smiling the whole time. For no apparent reason, Emily looked at her calender to see a star by the three. "Harry, what day is it today?" Emily asked nervously.

"I think it's the fourteenth. Why?" He answered happily.

"Well, I was supposed to get my period," she paused, "On the third. It's been more then ten days."

Emily reached for her iPod and opened an app that she used during her time. Her face turned white as she looked at the screen. Her ovulation date was the first. Could I be pregnant? Harry looked at Emily confused by her sudden facial expressions. "Em, what's wrong?"

"Do you want to come to come with me to Wal-Mart?" she asked, avoiding his question.

"Uh, sure. But Emily, seriously, what's wrong?"

She continued not to answer him as they drove to Wal-mart. Emily knew exactly where she was going, her older sister brought her over there once. She grabbed two different brands and walked over to the self-checkout so the employees wouldn't judge her. Harry realised what was happening and took out his wallet so he could pay for them. "Harry, you don't have to. Let me pay for them."

He shook his head no, "I did this to you, let me pay for it."

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Emily stood in her bathroom looking at her reflection. Is this what it feels like to be pregnant? I can't tell the girls, they will call me a whore. I'm screwed. Harry pounded on the locked bathroom door. "Emily! Let me in!" He spoke.

Emily ignored him and continued looking at her reflection. Mascara and eyeliner was running down her face at an impossible pace. The tears wouldn't stop. "Emily, you know I know how to open this door. You can open it or I can," Harry threatened.

She knew that he would break down the door, so she stepped over to the door and unlocked it. Harry's face softened as he looked Emily in the eyes. Her blue eyes were tinted red from crying. His gaze traveled to the sink where four pregnancy tests sat, each read positive. "I thought you are supposed to be happy when you find out your pregnant," Harry joked softly.

Emily smiled, more tears still spilling over her eyelids, "So did I."

Emily reached for her phoneto text her sister- if she wanted anyone to know, she wanted it to be Katy. "Do you even want this baby? We could get an abortion," Harry questioned his girlfriend.

Emily eyes got wide and she slapped Harry on the arm. "Harry!" she yelled, "That is murder! I don't ever want you to bring that word up again! There is a baby inside me right now! A B-A-B-Y. Do you know what that means? It means that there is a living person in me right now. You want me to get an abortion? What the hell! I thought we talked about this before!"

She continued ranting. After seeing Harry's face, a different thought came to mind: HE doesn't want this baby. "Go on, get out of here. You don't want this baby, I can see it in your eyes. Be like all the other guys who get a girl pregnant and then leave," She cried, turning away from him.

"Is that what you think? You think I want to leave? Emily, haven't you seen me with Lux? I love babies! This one will just be more special, because it's ours. I love you," Harry grabbed Emily's waist and turned her around gently.

His large hand caressed her face, his thumb wiping away the tears. "I love you too," she responded.

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Emily had fixed her make-up, and her and Harry were sitting on the couch watching Pirates of the Caribbean 4 when Emily's dad came home from work. Emily looked over at Harry nervously, and he gave her a reassuring nod.

Emily's intimidating six foot three father looked at the two sitting on the couch. Emily stood up. "Dad," she started.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Dad," she repeated. "I'm- I- Dad- I-" she stumbled over her words.

"Emmy, come on. Tell me. Stop stuttering."

"Dad I'm pregnant," she blurted.

Dale looked over at his youngest daughter, then over to Harry. He was fuming. Words couldn't describe how scary he looked right then. After taking a few moments to process everything, Dale looked over at Harry. "Harry, can I speak to you outside for a moment?" Dale asked calmly.

Harry looked over at Emily, who nodded for him to go on. Emily's father was already out the door waiting outside by the end of the house. Harry walked out the door slowly, hoping that nothing bad was going to come out of this.

As soon as Harry got close enough, Dale started yelling. "What the fuck! You fucking got my little girl pregnant! I hope to God that you are going to stay with her! Who do you think you are? Jesus Christ! Fuck you! How long have you been dating? What like four fucking months! What did you do to her! She's just a little girl! I can't be-"

"With all due respect, sir, Emily is almost eighteen," Harry interrupted.

Dale glared at Harry. "Boy, what you don't understand is that she isn't even an adult yet! Jesus Christ! She's my little girl! You just fucking got her pregnant and you don't even care! What the fuck! What's wrong with you! Do you want to die!" Dale raised his right arm and punched Harry right in the face- hard.

Let me tell you this, Emily's dad is no twig. He's pretty built. He is six foot three, and about two hundred thirty pounds of mostly muscle. His bright blue eyes were full of rage as he hit Harry again, ang again, and again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Louis' PoV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Louis was setting the table as Bailey was preparing some macaroni and cheese as a three o'clock snack. After putting two plates, forks, and spoons on the table, Louis glanced out the window to look around. It was much nicer and calmer in Wisconsin then it ever was while they were on tour. He looked over to Emily's house. There were two people outside. One was very tall and almost bald, the other was a little shorter and had curly ha-

Louis didn't think before running across the small field to the blue house. "Mr. Zendaya! What are you doing!" Louis yelled. "Harry! I'm coming!" He sprinted faster.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Emily's PoV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Emily ran out the door to her father. "Dad! What the hell are you doing!" she screamed, more tears running down her face. Harry was still standing, just taking each blow. He took each one as if he thought he deserved it.

It took Bailey, Louis, and Emily to get Dale off of Harry. "Daddy, you don't want this baby growing up without it's own daddy, do you?" Emily whispered.

Bailey and Louis both at Emily and Harry, shocked at what they thought they just heard. "Did you just say-" Louis asked, watching Emily wipe blood off of Harry's mouth.

"Yes. Emily is pregnant," Harry answered coldly.

"Well don't sound so excited," Bailey snapped. "Congratulations Emily," Bailey smiled at her friend and gave her a hug. "We'll be there for you. Come on Lou, the mac and cheese is probably getting cold."

The two walked away and left Emily, Harry, and Dale left standing in the driveway. "You know what dad, I'll be back when you decide that you can see Harry and not try to hurt him."

She rushed into the house to grab her pillow, grabbed Harry by the arm, and drove to the hotel where the boys were staying. 

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A/N

So ... not as long as my other ones... but I wanted to update... :)

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