Change My Mind | A Sequel to Back For You | A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Slip Up

"I don't think so love..." He takes his shirt off and grabs his hair brush off his dresser, casually runn it through his curls.

"Well Why not?" I ask and pull my shirt over my head.

"I just don't think there will ever be the right time, at least not until I'm done with One Direction. Who knows when that will be." He continues pulling pieces of his clothes off to get ready for bed.

"It was a right time to have Darcy, you were on tour when she as born. Wonderful timing." I roll my eyes and look down at the floor. I take my jewelry off and each piece on my bed side.

"We both know she wasn't planned." He grumbles and lays down under the covers next to me. It happened just like it happened with Nevaeh, except I went on tour with him. Things happened. Bam. Surprise! You're pregnant! He sent me home at the point where I wouldn't be able to fly anymore.

"You said we could have more children." I start to pout and he rolls away from me.

"It's not the right time!" He scolds me.

"Well When will it be the right time?!" I raise my voice, just quiet enough not to wake Darcy in the room across the hall.

"When I'm done with One Direction!" He snaps back quickly.

"It's been eight years of touring! Eleanor and Louis managed to have kids around that! And imagine this, Louis didn't slip up and get her pregnant at nineteen!" I lay back and pull the covers up. "Oh guess what! So did Zayn and Perrie! They've been married a year before they even thought of having Mason!"

"Oh and Danielle and Liam, don't forget them!" He says with acid in his voice.

"And the fans even know that Darcy was unplanned! If we wouldn't have slipped up, would you even think of having kids?" I ask with no response. "Of course." I roll my eyes. "Good night." I mumble and throw myself over, turning away from him.

At eight o clock that next morning I turn over and look at my alarm clock. Slowly I sigh and stand up. I had to meet Niall in London in an hour. We were working on my next album at the studio. I find fresh clothes to put on walk down for breakfast; of course, Harry was still sleeping, He'll sleep till Darcy crawls out of her crib and wakes him up. My toast pops up and I finish my meal. I had twenty minutes to get there after I got all ready and beautified. I know Niall wouldn't mind what I wore or how I did my make up, but where ever I go there is always paparazzi. They know of my unstable relationship. I hate it. There's no privacy. I set Darcy's outfit on her changing table for Harry to dress her in when they both got up. Darcy could easily dress herself, but not match anything.

Once I finally get into my car I have five minutes to spare, I know I'll at least be ten minutes late. "I'm coming Niall." I whisper and back out of my driveway. Over the years over knowing him, nothing's changed between him and I. He still invites me over for 'sleep overs'. We just watch movies and eat together like we used to in high school. There's no difference between us being 16 or 24. We still love each others company. There was only one time he was anywhere distant from us. It was right after his last girlfriend, I can't place her name off the top of me head, about a year ago. She didn't like me to begin with because of how close I was to Niall. When they broke up Niall took it terribly hard. It's not because he dated her for a long while, they didn't. It was because of how she treated him. She was nice to him around us, but that wasn't the story when they were alone. It affected our relationship too. He was afraid I'd be mad that he wouldn't end it, and a such.

I pull into the studio late and jump out. When I get there, Niall walks out and wraps his arms around my neck.

"Where were you? You're late. You began to worry me." He asks in his thick Irish accent.

"I just took a while to get ready." I smile and he guides me in the studio. The camera flashes continue as we walk in. After my 'thing' with Zayn, the paparazzi can't seem to get enough of me entering another building with a different man. It just is irritating. They make me sound like a full fledged cheater.

He picks his guitar back up and strums a few chords.

"Did you pick any new songs you want on the album?" He looks over. "I think I got one. Would you mind recording one with me on your album? Like the two of us. Like a duet." He continues to strum his guitar.

"I'd love to." I grin and pick up my guitar. Just as I say this his face lights up.

"Yay! Alright, it's called If Only You Knew. I wrote it a few weeks ago but finished the music up last night. It goes sorta like this..." He picks a few starting notes slowly. "What if you knew it...what if you just walked away..." He finishes a line and smiles.

I stop for a minute after looking at the lyrics. "So who's this song about?"