Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Six

Harry's POV:

Whenever we stop in front of her house, she gets out of the car, and starts walking to the front door. I get out of the car, and follow her. As soon as I'm caught up to her, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to my side.

"Don't touch me." She snarls.

I roll my eyes. "You're supposed to be on bed rest. You're lucky I'm not carrying you."

"Get your hands off of me."

"Mmm, no."

"You're an asshole."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She unlocks the front door, and then steps into her house. Her mother is sitting at the kitchen counter, tears spilling from her eyes. Her father is rubbing her back, standing behind her.

"Mum?" Carter asks softly.

Her mother stands up, and rushes over to us. She doesn't even notice me standing behind Carter. "Carter! Where have you been? Are you alright?!" she flings her arms around her daughter.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

I cough awkwardly, and her mum looks up.

"Who are you?"

I smile, and I feel my dimples pop out. "I'm Harry Styles, Mrs. White. The father of Carter's baby - our baby."

"My baby." Carter huffs.

I roll my eyes before placing one of my hands on her lower back. "Our baby, darling."

She shivers under my touch, but doesn't say anything. "Uh, I was at the hospital. I wasn't feeling well, so I went to the hospital with Gemma." She tells her mother. "I'm on bed rest."

"Oh!" Her mother squeaks. She grabs Carter's hand, and pulls her off of me to the couch. "Sit down, sweetheart."

"Actually," I say, "Carter's coming with me. Since you guys are barely home," I look up at her father, and see him giving me a glare. I smirk to myself, hoping he doesn't see it, "I figured she could come with me. Dr. Munez thinks it would be for the best too."

Her father comes into the living room. "My daughter is not going anywhere with you."

"You don't really get to decide that, sir. I do."

"You're not just going to take my daughter away from her home."

I roll my eyes. "She's coming with me. She's pregnant with my baby, and I'm going to take care of her. And either you can respect that, or you don't have to. Either way, you're not changing it. She's coming to live with me."

Her father takes another step closer, and is standing in front of me. He's about two inches shorter than me, but he grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me close to him. "Listen here, fuck face, I don't know who the hell you think you ar-"

"I'm Harry Styles." I smirk.

"Harry!" Carter yells. I see her start to get up from the corner of my eye.

"Carter, sit down."

"You little shit." He mumbles. He drops me, before he punches me in the gut.

"Daddy!" This time she does get up, pressing a hand to her stomach, and running towards me. She steps in front of us, and grabs my shirt.

"Carter," I groan, "go sit down."

Her father almost punches her but draws his hand back, and huffs. "Get out of the way, Carter."