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Chapter 2: Little girl

Chapter 2: Little girl

Updated 4th July 2014: Sorry for using the name Darcy. It was very popular in early 2012

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I had left the place with a question on my mind "Should I sign it?" I didn't know, but I wasn't going to tell Chelsea about this. Perrie just wanted the money; she didn't care about anything else. That didn't mean she was a rude person, what would you expect by your ex-girlfriend?

I only had three days to think of it, the more I think about the contract the more my stomach hurts. I had the urges to smoke, just to relive myself, but I promised Chelsea I wouldn't do it anymore. A promise is always a promise; you shouldn't break it no matter what. I know I sound like a pussy, but Chelsea has changed my whole life. To worse and to better, at the same time, I know it doesn't make sense to anybody, but it makes sense to me.

I stopped at Harry's and found out Chelsea's Range Rover was parked on front of the flat. I frowned, wasn't she in the uni? Then realized today was Thursday and she only takes to classes with Taylor. Its odd Taylor and Chelsea ended up being in the same college, taking two classes together. Amanda was studying in some other uni, but she's not assisting lately since little Darcy arrived.

I knew Harry would be the perfect father for his daughter, he loves babies and he used to babysit baby Lux when out stylist, Lou Teasdale was busy. I wish I could be - somehow like him, I don't really know how to make Chelsea happy anymore. She wants a baby, I don't.

I pressed the doorbell, being greeted a few seconds later by a crazy looking Amanda. "Hi." She had her hair sticking all over the place, there were bags under her eyes and she was still in her pajamas.

"Good afternoon" I said with a grin.

"Shut up, and come in." Amanda said in a low voice before yawning.

"What's with the attitude?" I laughed as I walked in. My eyes went wide as I see her home in such a mess. "What the hell happened here? Ugh, why does it smell so bad in here? Did someone die here?"

Amanda just sighed, "Darcy hasn't let us sleep, it making us crazy."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah, you can go upstairs. Chelsea and Harry are in the first room in the left." She said before walking into the kitchen, "The baby is hungry, let's get the baby something to eat." She muttered. I laughed.

I walked upstairs and found the door on the left, possibly the room of Darcy. I barged in, finding Chelsea holding Darcy in her arms.

"Hey" I said and closed the door behind me. Harry was sat on a rocking chair, looking knackered. He just smiled and waved a hand.

"Hey" Chelsea looked up at me and smiled.

"I didn't expect to see you here." I knelt on front of her, taking a look of the baby. She had Harry's eyes, his nose and his hair color.

"Amanda called me to help her out." Chelsea said. I looked up at her, her sparkling blue eyes never left Darcy's. "Isn't she beautiful?" I half smiled; she was amused by the baby. I could see that she felt like a mother, the way she could wrap her arms around her, look at her, smile, it said it all.

"She's beautiful." I said staring at Chelsea.

"When she came the baby was crying, we tried everything and she couldn't stop. Chelsea just carried her and sang her a song calming her down. It worked." Harry said with a yawn.

"You did?" I asked with a smile, caressing Chelsea's cheek. She blushed and looked down at me, nodding.

"I used to do this with Jake" She said.

The door opened and I turned to see Amanda with a bottle with milk in it, "I suppose Chelsea wants to feed her, don't you?"

"Yeah" Chelsea giggled. Amanda seemed happy that she was taking a break while Chelsea was helping her. Chelsea didn't mind at all. "But my arms are feeling numb; would you like to give her the milk, Zayn?"

"I - I am not good with bab-" I stuttered nervously. Chelsea's smile faded away, "On second thought, give me that bottle!" I said, taking the baby in my arms. Chelsea stood up so I could sit on the chair.

I felt like I was holding something so fragile, that if I drop it, it would break.

I wouldn't like to break a baby.

That sounds so wrong.

Zayn Malik dropped a baby and the baby broke into million pieces.

"Haha" I laughed at my thoughts.

Harry, Chelsea and Amanda stared at me if I was a retard. I cleared my throat as Amanda handed me the bottle and I pressed it's pinky to Darcy's lips. She opened her little mouth and started drinking it.

Chelsea smirked, kneeling in front of me - like the position I was before - looking at Darcy.

"You two look adorable!" Amanda squealed at us.

"I'm in doubt; I think Zayn and Chelsea are the real parents of Darcy." Harry joked.

I smiled just when I see Chelsea blushing by Harry's comment.

My phone vibrated, "Chels, can you get that for me?" She nodded, taking the phone out from my pocket. "Is it a text?"

"Yeah..." She frowned looking at the screen, "From Perrie Edwards." She said raising one eyebrow, "Your ex-girlfriend"

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