"So she remembers everything?", Liam asked. "More or less.", Harry answered, not taking his eyes off of you. You were across the room, laughing with Louis ans Niall.
"What about..?" Harry shook his head. "Are you gonna tell her?" He sighed. "I don't know. If she knew and remembers then I'm gonna be the bad guys for not telling her, but if she didn't know, it's gonna cause her more pain than necessary."
Liam thought for a second. "What does the doctor say?" "We're going over there in a bit. They wanna check her out, see if she's actually fine. He said it's my decision to tell her, seeing as it hasn't affected her having a baby ever."
Finally Harry looked at his friend, desperation obvious in his eyes. "What am I supposed to do, Li?" Liam shrugged. "I really don't know mate. But we're here for you, either way."
When you left the studio that evening, there was a group of paparazzi waiting for the two of you, asking about your health and your memory. You got in the backseat, while Harry sat behind the wheel. He grabbed the seatbelt and looked at you in the rearview mirror, making sure you were okay, before buckling up.
He had only driven a few blocks when he stopped at the curb, cut the engine off and turned to you. "Y/N, I gotta talk to you about the accident."
You bit your lip. You could see how tortured he was about telling you. So you shook your head. "No, you don't babe. I know."
Harry's jaw dropped to the floor, the gum, he was chewing, almost falling out. "You know? How?" You gave him a sad smile. "The same way I knew it to be true before the stick told me. I can feel it."
All of a sudden tears spilled from your eyes. You hadn't know how much it really affected you until this moment. Harry climbed awkwardly onto the seat beside you and pulled you against his chest.
"When the memories came back this hollow feeling came with them and I realized what must've happened.", you sobbed. "Why didn't you tell me?", Harry questioned, rubbing your back. "I didn't know you knew." "No, I mean, when you found out."
You pulled away, looking up at him with puffy, red eyes. "I was scared. Your life isn't really very suitable for a baby, you know?" Harry shook his head violently. "It would be different, but not impossible. I love babies, you know that. And we would have found a way to make it work. Look at the guys from McBusted. If it works for them, why shoudln't it work for us? The boys and I should have taken a step back a while ago already. It's time we put our lives first and not work" You smiled and kissed his cheek.
"I'm glad you think that way, though it's not really important anymore." Looking at your hands you tried holding back a new wave of tears. Harry booked a finger under your chin, making you look at him. His eyes burned intensely into yours.
"This doesn't mean we're giving up. I want a baby with you.. hell, I want a whole football team." You laughed a bubbly laugh. "Really? A whole football team. "Yeah, because any little person we create together will be wonderful and perfect." You smiled softly.
"A baby is a big responsibility, Harry." "So? We're both adults, we're financially stable, we've found our rhythm.. it's time to throw that all over.", he chuckled. You shook your head with a grin. "Alright, a football team it is."
Harry cheered before kissing you, softly at first then becoming more hungry. You pushed him a little away. "You're not trying to start right here, right now, are you?", you giggled against his lips.
"Hm, why not?" "Because we have an appointment." Harry sighed and nodded, kissing you one more time, before climbing back into the driver's seat. "But as soon as we get home.", he insisted. You laughed. "You're crazy."
You wouldn't dare tell him how much you looked forward to that. Once again you wondered how you could have ever forgotten about this beautiful, amazing, sweet man, whose heart and sould intertwined with your own. You loved Harry Styles and that would never change.
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I think this is the final part of this series, so let me know what you think! xx
