Harry Styles' Baby

Chapter Four:

Could he be in her life? Was it fair for him to come into her life as her father two years late? What would happen with everything? His life and career and my life? If he told the world he had a daughter, what would everyone say? What would happen to Nikki? What about myself? So many questions ran through my head that I began to get a headache.

“Please,” he begs, placing his large hands in my small ones, “It would mean the world to me, Brooklyn,” he says, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. He was being a bit too cozy for my comfort but I’ve missed it so much.

“I don’t know if it’s fair for us, Harry,” I tell him, my voice almost a whisper, “Us as it all of us; myself, you and especially Nicole,” I explain and Harry sighs, looking away momentarily before making eye contact again.

“What do you mean fair?” he asks. I was just now realizing that we only had a few inches between our bodies and that made my heart race even faster than it was already.

“You didn’t even know of her existence, as your daughter I mean, until a few minutes ago and your career and my life in general,” I explain to him and he nods.

“I understand,” he mumbles, he looks crushed, “But, please, give me a chance, Brooklyn. I don’t owe the world the information that I’ve got a daughter because that isn’t any of their business,” he’s back to putting a begging tone to his whispers.

“They’ll find out Harry, there is no way of denying that she is yours, at least if you’re right next to each other, people will figure it out,” he moves our hands so they’re intertwined.

“If you’re worried about her she doesn’t have to know I’m her dad yet,” Harry suggests. That actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea but how do I explain to her when the time comes that Harry is her dad? But it also seems better for her to have him around in some ways. God, if he wasn’t so damn famous this would be a lot easier.

“Harry-“ I get cut off by Harry’s lips pressing lightly against my own but soon it’s rougher and I’m reacting back. I pulled away once he asked for entrance to my mouth because I just wasn’t in the mood for a full-blown snog with my ex-boyfriend who I am still very much in love with and we just so happen to have a daughter.

“Sorry but I’ve been missing that so much,” Harry says awkwardly.

“Dammit Harry,” I say louder than I intended but oh well, “Do you not know how complicated this is?” I ask, running my hands down my face, “You are Harry Styles! World famous superstar that nearly everyone knows and many people want you. I’m Brooklyn Fife, just a normal girl who is your ex-girlfriend who also just so happens to be the mother of the daughter you just now found out about and I am still very much in love with you, Harry,” I say more than I intended but as Harry said, it is apparently confession night.

“I love you too, Brooklyn! Didn’t you hear me say that? I have never stopped and my love for you never even faltered, I couldn’t even talk to the boys about other girls because not a single one of them seemed worth it compared to you!” Harry exclaims, he seems just as frustrated as I am.

“I’ve missed you so much Harry but you know what breaks my heart? Nikki has begun to ask where her daddy is, Harry, it hurts,” I tell him, tears beginning to run down my face.

“Brooklyn,” Harry’s voice is filled with pain and his eyes show it too, he pulled me into a hug and I started crying against his chest, “I’m so sorry I haven’t been there,” he whispers as I begin to soak his shirt with my tears, “I wish I would’ve known, Brooklyn, I’m so sorry to you and to Nicole and even your family,” he tells me, pressing kisses to the top of my head, “I’m so sorry,” he murmurs over and over again for about 3 minutes before I pull out of his arms and sniffle.

Am I really about to say this? Am I really about to tell Harry we need him in our lives? That Nicole and myself absolutely need him…

“Harry, we need you,” I say, barely audible but luckily, he hears it and he nods, a smile on his face. He wipes away my tears and presses a kiss to my forehead, “But, we need to talk about this before anything else happens so, when are you free?” I ask him, I wasn’t ready for us to be in a relationship or for Nicole to know Harry is her father just yet.

“I’ll meet you at that one diner tomorrow for lunch?” he suggests and I nod, “Meet around 12?”

“Yeah, I’ll have my friend watch Nikki,” I tell him, we both smile lightly before walking inside, ignoring the looks from everyone. We can explain when we finally understand it ourselves.