Harry Styles' Baby

Chapter Twenty:

Author's note: Horribly short chapter, oops.xx

It’s been four days since Harry came back home. We tried our best to be on different sides of the house, doing different things, sleeping in different rooms, making little eye contact, it hurt me and it hurt him but that’s what we did. Until tonight when he knocked on my door, well, his door… It was odd to be staying in the master bedroom but he told me that I had more things in there than he did so I should just stay in it, he’d be leaving again soon anyway.

“We need to talk,” he tells me, sitting on the chair that was previously tucked under the small desk in the room as I sat up higher in the bed.

“That’s an understatement,” I tell him and he chuckles dryly.

“I’m sorry, Brooklyn,” he sighs and I raise my eyebrows in curiosity and actually looking at him for the longest time since he’s come home, “I’m so fucking sorry,” he says, a bit louder and looking at me, “Do you see how I’m carrying myself ever since we…fuck, I don’t even know what happened! Are we together? Are we just in some major, huge ass argument? Brooklyn…” he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes tightly, “I miss you, okay? Having you so close to me all the time and knowing we’re falling apart is heartbreaking! I am falling apart because we are falling apart, Brooklyn. You and Nicole are some of the most important things to me, okay? You two are basically my world. I can’t have half a world, Brooklyn, I can’t, I need both halves. I need you and I need Nicole. I can’t operate properly without either of you! I-I…Brooklyn, I can’t. I seriously can’t. I doubt you read anything about me missing my solo during a song,” I had seen something about that and prayed it wasn’t because of me, “but I did, I missed a solo because I had to go backstage and cry. I cried because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Nicole. I was going to get you guys tickets to that show but I ended up not getting you them because of our fight and I found myself searching the crowd for your beautiful face and the tiny little girl that looks so much like me,” he had silent tears running down his face and I felt my heartbreaking even more with every word Harry said, “I feel like shit for letting the press actually do what they wanted. They wanted to destroy us and I let that happen. Our one year is in 3 months, we passed over 9 months and ignored it. We ignored our 9 month anniversary because I fucked up. I didn’t really ignore it though. I called you. I called you many times and sent you text messages. I knew you wouldn’t answer or read them but I couldn’t ignore it. I-I…shit, I don’t know, I’m rambling. I didn’t think about this, what to say I mean, but I haven’t been able to sleep, okay? I would’ve thrown drinking in too if I knew you wouldn’t disapprove of the way I was handling myself,” that part kind of tore me up because I had been drinking to try and get rid of my feelings but I wasn’t going to tell him that, “I’m sorry,” Harry chokes out and he hides his face in his hands, he begins sobbing harshly.

Holy shit…how am I supposed to handle all this information? He made me feel like shit and he probably didn’t even mean to. He just wanted to get his point across. I watched the broken boy cry for a few minutes before I managed to do or say anything.

“H-Harry,” I managed to say, staring at the boy sitting in the chair, “Haz,” I need him just as much as he does and since he came into my – ours, I guess - room at one in the morning with the best apology I’ve ever gotten for anything from anyone…who was I to deny him? “Baby, come here,” I instruct.

“I-I do-don’t d-deserve you,” he chokes out and my heart breaks even more, “Y-you deserve some…someone w-who c-can trust…y-you,” he says, beginning to get up from the chair and head to the door.

“Harold Edward Styles!” I snap, jumping from the bed and making him turn around, “We made one damn mistake, okay?” I nearly shout but suddenly remember the situation and lower my voice so it’s much softer, “Haz, baby, it’s okay,” I murmur, placing my hands on both sides of his face and making him look at me with his bloodshot eyes, “Let’s go to bed,” I suggest and intertwine our fingers, he obliges and soon, we’re cuddled in bed together for the first time in what feels like years.

I lay my head on his chest and his arms are wrapped around me loosely, I press light kisses on his neck and jawline as I run my hand through his curls in an attempt to stop all strained noises coming from his throat.

“I love you,” I whisper against his skin.

“I love you too,” he finally replies and I press a light kiss against his lips before settling on his chest again.

“I’m sorry too,” I tell him and he bites his lip.

“You shouldn’t have to apologize, I didn’t even give you time to explain. I just…I accused you and that’s not what I should do, I’m sorry,” he tells me, kissing my forehead.

“It’s okay, we’re fine now, okay? We are Harry Styles, Brooklyn Fife and Nicole Fife and we’re a family,” I tell him, a small smile on my face which his mirrors. He nods and soon, we drift off to sleep.