I Have Harry Styles' Daughter » Harry Styles [EDITING BC SHORT]

Chapter 20

Harry showed up at my door about 10 minutes later, a beautiful bouquet of roses in his hands. He handed them to me and I curtsied for him, hearing his laugh as a tilted my head to the roses. There were about 12 of them, and they all smelled like gorgeous flowers do, sweet and spectacular.

"Let's go." Harry smiled, the rasp in his voice making me beam. He took my hand, intertwining my fingers with his, and lead me out of the house. I locked the door to the house and left, hand in hand with Harry. He lead me to his car which was black and expensive looking, which it probably was, and opened the door for me. I sat down and let his hand free, then pulled my dress down to make the trip a bit more comfortable and make sure my dress didn't ride up.

He sat down next to me and started the car, the engine making a loud vroom and declining to a soft purr. He backed out of where he was parked near the house and sped off. I felt a laugh escape my lips with the thrill of speed, and Harry smiled. He knew I enjoyed it as much as he did.

We drove down the highway, singing along to the hit songs on the radio. I knew every one by heart, and Harry seemed to know most of them too. We sang to each other, Harry barely focusing on the fact that he was driving. He made me genuinely happy, and I was starting to not regret that certain day so many months ago.

~Harry's POV~

I sang to Layla like I never sang to anyone else. I meant every word of every love song I sang. She was beautiful, she was different. Every girl I hit up at the club was fit, none like Layla. It's as if fate brought us together in this way.

I was a different person now, Layla had changed me. She had the heart of an angel, she was meant to be someone in the world. She had changed something inside me, almost as if when I met her a switch in my brain was pushed. She made me finally feel wanted, something I had never felt before. She kept trying to help me and be with me, and everything she did made me softer.

I wasn't the rough sex one-night-stand Harry Styles anymore. I was a man with a purpose, and that purpose was to make Layla happy and be here for her through what I'm accidentally putting her through.

I really wasn't ready to be a father, neither Layla being a mother, but I was extremely excited to be a parent to a new child. I wanted to know what it felt like to be in love and have a family for countless years. It always seemed like the perfect life, just to be happy and in love for eternity, and I wanted my shot. Finally, it was here.

I felt like I already loved Layla. It was that kind of "love at first sight" feeling, accept it wasn't first sight. It took until the concert when she talked to me alone before I came on stage for me to fall for her. It was an easy fall with how caring she was to me that day, and I regret not trying to sweep her off her feet then so I could have loved her longer.

Layla was the one, the only one I'd ever loved, and the only one I wanted to love. I laced my fingers in between hers gently and stopped at a red light that had come up on the road. She looked at me, and I looked into her eyes: those deep, gorgeous brown eyes, and looked for a sign to tell me she loved me back. I don't know how she even thought I was good enough for her after what I put her through, but she stuck by my side, and I loved that so much.

All of the sudden I felt something soft on my lips. It danced on my lips for a few seconds, leaving a tingling sensation when it disappeared. I looked at Layla more intently, a large smile on her face.

"So that's what a real kiss feels like." I said slowly, reaching up to touch my lip.

Car horns echoed all around me, and I turned back to the road. The light was green and it must have been for a while, because people had started to go around my car. Layla and I both laughed in unison, watching the people go around our car. I smiled, I guess that kiss was the only sign I needed for now.