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Chapter 17

About two months passed before I could get my Paternity Testing to see if Harry was the father of my child, because I had to wait till the second trimester of my pregnancy. I had an "Amniocentesis" test done, which got DNA from my child to detemine if Harry was the father.

I got a call a few days after the test from the office that I had gone to. The person on the other end sounded like a woman.

"Hello!" I said, happy that my results were back.

"Hello Miss Perkins, we have gotten your test results back and the father of your baby has the name of Harold Edward Styles." she sounded out his name which wasn't that hard to pronounce to begin with.

I knew it all along, so it didn't take me by any suprise. "Thank you!" I replied to her and hung up, instantly dialing Harry's number afterwards.

"Hello?" he asked. I realized he didn't know my number, he had given me his, I hadn't exchanged my own.

"Hi Harry, it's Layla, the girl from the meet and greet that claimed that you are the father of her baby? Well, I got the DNA test like you asked and the father, according to the office I got tested at, is none other than Harold Edward Styles!" I said, trying to get him excited about it, "If you need proof I'll go to the office with you and we can see the results together."

His line went silent for a while, then I heard some shuffling. A sigh rang through the phone, almost like it was in order to hold back tears. The line was silent again.

"So, I'm actually going to be a father?" he asked after about two minutes of utter silence. I could still hear shifting on his side of the line, probably uncomfortable from what I had just thrown on him.

"Sounds like it." I answered, relieved that he wasn't angry how he was before.

Harry's voice got soft and very delicate, "I've always wanted a child," It sounded like he was sobbing or close to it on the other end of the line, "And- and I believe you." He sounded happy, something I hadn't heard from him very often. Him being happy made me suddenly feel happy.

"Come over," he said, more stern now, "I'd guess we need to get to know each other now, don't we?"