Where is Daddy Styles at? [EXTREME EDITING]

Chapter Thirty-five

Melody's P.O.V.

2:35 in the night I was sick once again, being sick over and over makes you shake, cry, I hate it. I picked myself up off the cold bathroom floor which seems like my daily routine now. Wiping tears off my face and sick off my mouth I brushed my teeth looking at myself in the mirror, "again? Really M?" I said spitting the toothpaste in the swirl pool of tape water. 

Knock.

Knock

Knock.

I pushed open my mum's bedroom which was made from the room with all the boxes with the unknown content and the pushchairs and toys, books, blankets, Christmas decorations which tumbled on top of me once. That time when Harry and I went to pick up little Harmony from Mum and Dads... I never knew how much every would change. It did change. It has change. 
'Originally, the plan for what is this room, Mum's room, it would of been Harmony's bedroom when she grow up. Hopefully we can pull some money together to get an extension or something. Perhaps Harry would be kind to fund us. As he still would be Harmony's father...' That's when I realised what I was thinking. I am thinking in the sense of never getting back with Harry, is this really what it has come to? A tear trickled down my faces "Mumma." I sniffed closing the door behind me as I slumped my way over to the bed like a 4 year old. 
"Oh baby girl were you sick again?" She sat up in her bed turning on the bedside lamp, 
"Baby, come here." She stretched out her arms as I crawled under the covers and cuddled up in her arms as I did when I was a young girl or heart broken, ill, when ever I had an excuse I would go and cuddle with mum. She's so loving and nurturing. She kissed the top of my head, and with her lips still pressed against my head she murmured, "M, I have a big feeling... that..."
"I do too mum." I nodded that when I had an idea, a light bulb moment, "is there any shops open at this time?"
"Well... boots? Only the one next to Jane's post offices." 
"Thanks mum." I said kissing her on the forehead before throwing back the covers which had just got warm and leaped out the bed with the sensational feeling of the thought of being pregnant with Harry's baby again. The thought of going through everything again as I did with Harmony but having an extra buzz of hope to get back with Harry. "Darling, it's half two in the morning you might as well wa-"
"I don't want to wait mum, it might get me and Harry back together!"

I switch on lights, pulling on some clothes and whipped my hair up into a messy bun. I rummaged through my handbag searching like google for my car keys. "Bye mum!" I shouted throwing my black leather handbag over my shoulder and running out the house, along the noise gravel drive way to the coughing old car. Nothing like the Range Rover of Harry's. 
As I drove to Boots, thoughts filled my head; 'I never checked Harry's phone. It's been in my bag all this time and I have looked. What happens if I have put Harry and myself through all this crap for nothing but a lie? Or half a lie?' A smile appeared across my face but my hand shook on the wheel; half excitement and have scared. I feel like I'm ready for this baby, but it is also about Harry, is he ready for another. He amazing with Harmony but another baby? A tiny fragile baby? Could he cope?

I pulled up on the side walk next to Boots. No one back a lady behind the counter. She didn't look too friendly and with a dark cold abounded feel to the world her being there didn't make me feel very safe however if the shop got broken in to I'm sure she could take him down. I walked up to this well build women, chewing on her pink bubble gum, "hello." I smiled,
"What can I help you with little lady?"
"A pregnancy test please." 
"You? You don't look-"
"Can you just get me the test please..." I looked out the window to see an unwanted person wandering the streets, laughing, giggling with her friends walking passed. 
"Here you go." I gave her some money and told her to kept the change but I wasn't quick enough because I heard the giggling travel inside the shop. 

"Oh look! It's M." I turned around looking the giggle Taylor Swift in the eyes, "don't call me M."
"I'm going to go see Harry, wanna come along. See your boyfriend."
"Please don't take him from me Taylor... you can have anyone. I can't. You don't understand why but Please." 
Her face dropped a little seeing what I had put in my bag, I repeated "Taylor... he means the world to me..." I felt my sad expression pass between me to Taylor like a text message. 
"I-I..." I shock my head at her before bumping shoulders with her. I stormed out the shop over to my beaten down car on the path. 
"Melody! Wait!" She called after me as I was about to get in my car. "What?"
"I black mailed him to sleep with him. Ok!" She cracked.
"Why?" I asked looking at her longingly.
"I really liked him and, rumours passed around some celebrates saying about your baby girl and I used it against Harry. He cracked and I used him. He didn't want to hurt your child or you. I did. I'm so, so sorry..." I felt the world lift off my shoulders. I couldn't help myself with what happen next, but I did it. I ran up to Taylor and hugged her. "You don't understand how much pain you caused but that... that made so much better. Thank you!" The hug was awkward as I wanted to (deep down) hit her across the face but I pushed it away. Also she was twice the size of me... bit like a Harry hug, however he normally bear hugs me. 
"Friends?" Taylor laid the 'friend' card down on the table but I pushed it back across the table, "no. I still can't be friends with someone who did that to my family." I walked backwards till I hit the tin can, holding onto the door handle.
"Bye Taylor." 

. . . 

As I pulled into the drive way of my house, my heart started pounding in my ears. I had mixed feelings about being pregnant with Harry's child; more good than bad feelings. 
"Melon? Is that you?" My mum had been waiting up for me to come home from the shops with the pregnancy test. "Mum, you should be in bed."
"I'm not sleeping till I find out if your pregnant or not!"
"Do you want me to be?" 
My mums eyes dropped to the floor for a moment. When her head slowly raised back up to look at me in the eyes with her answer, "Yes... I hope you are."
A tear came to my eyes, almost telling me I should agree with her. "Really?"
"Harry wouldn't let you go through another baby without him being there. I just want you two get back together Melon... He really does love you M, he truly does." 
"Mum, he-" She cut me off, "Louis saw it, Niall saw it, Zayn saw it, Liam saw it, Ed saw it, the whole nation saw it. The boy's fans saw it. You two are meant to be together. You have a baby girl.. a incredibly beautiful on at that. You can't, you wouldn't let her go through a life without her father WHICH you now know." 

I pressed my back against the wall and slowly sunk to the floor with my head facing the cellin. The house was in a complete ocean of silence, with nothing but my thoughts talking. There is no way of denying it... I can't sleep without waking up in the middle of the night, freaking out that his not by my side. I can't eat without remember how he would come up behind me and kiss the top of my head when he came in the room. I don't feel whole. Three things make me whole;
1- My baby girl, Harmony.
2- My thoughts and my endless dreaming.
3- ... Harry Edward Styles.
I hate this man, boy, father, heartthrob, sex-god, lover, friend, crush, son... so my I love him.
I took a deep, hard breath,
 "I love every single tattoo on his body, I love how he is so awkward, I love his kindness, I love his curls on head, I love his big hands, I love his little stupid romance things he does, I love how he wants everything to be perfect between us, I love how he sobs at romantic movies." Tears started rolling down my face, I closed my eyes and carried on letting my thoughts roll out my mouth, "I hate how he knows me so much that he'll know what's wrong with me and simply move everything out the way to make me feel better. I hate how he kisses me so passionately after a fight, it's like nothing happen. I hate how the silence is never awkward. I hate how he gets into my head. I hate him so much because I love him and I can't... I could never... love anyone else but him. I hate how much I love him." 

I slowly opened my eyes, lowering my head to see my beautiful mother looking at me with a gleaming, beaming smile on her face. I began to laugh, "god! I love him. I LOVE HIM!" 

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