Falling For You

Chapter Thirty-Three: Quitting

Before I start, I want to say that the things Bella's dad says in this chapter, is not true. It just goes along with the chapter!

"Kaylin, dad is still sleeping. He finally has the day off. You need to be quiet." I informed. Kaylin huffed, and slid out of the chair. "When is Brina coming?" She asked. "Very soon. My dad should be brining her soon." I replied. "Can I finally hold her?" She asked. "I don't know. You're still young." I replied. She sighed.

"Bubby, come here." I called. "Why do you keep calling me that? What happened to baby, princess, bubbles?" She asked. "You liked bubbles?" I asked. She nodded. "Alright, bubbles it is." I smiled. She jumped up, and yelled. "Shh." I whispered. "Right." She whispered.

"La?" My dad called, walking into the house. "In the kitchen." I replied. "Here's your sister." He smiled, handing Sabrina over to me. "Hey dad, is it hard?" I asked. He looked at me. "Ew, gross. Dad. Is it hard having a baby?" I asked. "Why?" He asked. "Well, one of my friends from dance is pregnant, and I wanted to know. I told her I would ask you or Laila, since you're both pretty new to parenthood." I replied. "Oh, well, it's not so hard. If she's a dancer, then she's gonna have to quit, because it's not good for the baby. And eventually, she needs to stop school. But that doesn't have to be worried about until later." He replied. "Anything else?" I asked.

"Does she have a job?" He asked. "Well, yes, she kind of does the same thing I do." I replied. "Well, if she cleans, then she might want to quit, because of the fumes and fluids of the cleaning supplies. And of course, running after a child, like you do everyday, isn't very good. Exercise is key, but not running. Laila said something about in the early stages of pregnancy, it's okay to run, but after the two month mark, stop running, because it could possibly cause harm to the baby." He replied. I have to quit. Damn.

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"Kaylin, why don't you go say hi to Uncle Louis?" I asked, as I stopped at the front desk at Harry's office. "But I want to see dad." She whined. "Well, I have to talk to dad in private." I replied. "Is he in trouble?" She asked. "No, just grown up talk." I replied. She nodded.

"Hi, I'm Bella Foster, I'm here t-" "Mr. Styles is busy at the moment. Please come back again later." She cut me off. "Honey, go see Uncle Louis, please. And tell him I will stop by soon." I said. She nodded, and walked to the door with Louis' name on it. "She can't go in there, he's busy!" The lady exclaimed.

"Listen, that little kid is my responsibility. Her father, is Mr. Styles, understood. Now, if you would kindly let me through to tell Mr. Styles something, that would be great." I said. "Look, you can't go in there. He is busy, and on a conference call." She retorted. "I really didn't have to do this." I sighed.

I pulled my phone out, and pressed Harry's number.

"Bella? Is everything okay?"

"I'm at your office."

"Um, okay. But you didn't answer my question. Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, Harry. But you see, I would like to speak with you, but your little... trouble thing here is... well... not letting me in."

"Just walk past her. Where's Kaylin?"

"I sent in with Louis."

"Just walk past her. I'll deal with her later. Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yes, Harry. Everything is fine." I hung up, and walked past the desk. "You can not go in there!" She yelled. "Say it to my ass, you bitch!" I yelled back.

"That was... quite the entrance." Harry laughed. I huffed, and rolled my eyes. "Hey, it was her fault for messing with a hormonal eighteen year old." I replied. He laughed, and got up. "Come with me." He said, taking my hand in his.

"Diana." Harry said. She turned her head, and huffed. "You see this girl?" He asked. She nodded. "Whenever she comes in here, whether I am busy or not, you will allow her into my office, or into Louis' office, understand?" He said. She nodded. "And if you ever, put up a fight with her again, Diana, I will not hesitate to fire you. If you ever say one wrong thing to her, that ticks her off, and if I ever hear about it, or hear it, you will be fired the day of." He said. Her eyes widened. "The next time you see my daughter come in here, you send her straight to Louis Tomlinson's office, or mine. Understood?" He said. She nodded.

"Now, what do we have to speak about?" Harry asked, closing his door. "I have to quit." I spoke. He looked at me. "But you love your job." He said. "It's... not safe." I replied. "Bella, where is this coming from?" He asked. "I can't risk anything, Harry. You know that. You're finally there when we need it, and it takes two in this situation." I replied. He sighed.

"You will keep staying with me." He said. "Har-" "No, Bella. I want you to stay with me." He said. "I'll have to pa-" "You will not pay me a dime. We're already moving fast, as it is. You don't need to pay rent. I love you, and you are in my family. My family, lives with me, without pay." He said. I sighed. "I'll do dishes. Shop. Everything." I said. "Bella, stop. You're not in the right condition to be doing those things. I have other people who can take your position. You do not need to lift a finger. And this way... You can finally get to see what it's like to have a six year old child." He laughed. I rolled my eyes.

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"Is it just me, or are you gaining weight?" Jason asked. "Oh, thanks Jace. You know, a little, you look good today, would be nice." I said. "Sorry, but you do look a little.... bigger." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Love you too." I huffed. "Can I have a drink?" He asked, going into the fridge. "There's beer on the shelf." I replied. "Want one?" He asked. "No thanks. Trying to... be more sober. Haven't had a drink in almost three months." I replied. Please don't figure it out. He looked at me.

"Bella, I know." He sighed. "What?" I asked. "I know what's going on." He replied. "You do?" I asked. He nodded. "You're trying to sober up, to be a better girlfriend for Harry, and a better role model for Kaylin." He said. I sighed in relief. "Yes. That is exactly it." I replied. "Why didn't you just tell me?" He asked.

"But seriously, are you eating your way through sobering?" He asked. "Jason, thanks so much." I groaned. Here goes my hormones. "Damn, stop with the sarcasm, I'm kidding." He said. "Well, you need to try not to make me think you're not kidding. I know I'm getting fat. I'm sorry, I can't help it." I said.

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"Babe?" Harry asked, walking into the house. I groaned, and threw the forks onto the table. "I can't do it!" I yelled. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asked, walking into the kitchen. "I can't get it right! Big forks in this one, little forks in this one! Why can't I do it!" I yelled. "Shh, calm down. Calm down." He whispered. "I can't calm down! I need to get this done! It's my last god damn day!" I yelled. "Shh, Shh." He whispered.

"Bella, take a breather." He said. I threw the forks down again. "Dammit!" I yelled. Harry grabbed my wrists, making me drop the forks all over the floor, and turned me to him. "Calm down." He said sternly. I groaned, and put my head on his chest.

"Come on, you need to lay down." He sighed, tucking me into bed. "I hate this, I really do." I sighed. "I know you do. I can see that you're not handling your mood swings very well." He said. I nodded, and put my hand on my head, and the other on my stomach. "Hurts?" He asked. I nodded. "Take the advil I gave you, turn over, and go to sleep. I'll do the forks, you need to rest." He said. I sighed, and nodded.