Little Expectations (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Prologue:

Harry's POV

Haley and I walk through the door with our baby girl.

I couldn't be happier with my life. Sure, this was very unexpected and I'm only 17 but I love Haley and Brooke, our daughter, so much. Of course I might not be able to go to school much anymore, but it's definitely worth it.

I have my job in the bakery and Haley works at the mall, so we may be able to manage. Maybe my mom could help us out as well. If she ever speaks with me again that is.

She was not very happy with me being a father at 17 years old. My stepfather didn't necessarily agree either. The only person that was actually happy for me was my sister, Gemma.

But, nevertheless, I'm happy. Ecstatic even.

I sigh in content as I take Brooke from her carrier. I smile down at her.

"She's so beautiful" I tell Haley.

But I receive no response from her. I furrow my eyebrows and look around. I don't see her anywhere. Well that's weird.

I walk to our bedroom and I hear sniffles and clothes being thrown behind the locked door.

"Haley, you okay babe?"

She inhales sharply, "Uh, y-yeah I'm fine! I'll be out in a minute"

"Um okay.." I reply.

I wait for her to unlock the door for what seems like an hour. Then, all of a sudden, she emerges from the bedroom with a tear-stained face and a suitcase in her hands.

I'm absolutely speechless. I'm numb. What's happening? Why does she have a packed suitcase?

"Hay..."

"Harry, please listen to me-" she starts

"No! Why do you have that? What did I do? Hay please don't do this" I beg.

"I'm so sorry.." she sighs. She starts to walk away but I catch her wrist.

"You aren't going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on." I tell her, my voice cracking in the process.

"Harry, I'm 17 years old. I can't do this. You and I both know I can't raise this child. I never could. I need to go."

"No! Haley please! You can do this! We'll get through it together. We'll be the best damn parents on this planet! Stay! I can't do this by myself."

She laughs, but she's not amused. Tiny tears stroll down her face. "But you can. You're so caring and loving: the combination of a perfect father. You can do this, Harry. I believe in you."

My own tears start to well in my eyes as I reply. "I love you, you can't leave me."

"I love you, too. Both of you. That's why I'm leaving. I'm so sorry, Harry."

And with that, she walks out the door. I stare at the door in shock, not knowing what to do and not believing what just happened.

It feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and put into a blender right in front of my eyes.

I silently let tears fall down my face.

As I look down at my beautiful daughter, still cradled fast asleep in my arms, I promise myself I will never leave Brooke. I will be the best father I can possibly be for her.

That is the only option there is. Because she's my daughter, and I love her more than anything else.

I will give her the best life and the most life a child could get. Only the best for my baby.

These thoughts roam through my mind as I put her to bed. I kiss her goodnight and stalk into my own room, calling Gemma. I really need to talk to her.

----------------------------------------------

"Harry you should audition for X Factor." Gemma tells me the next day.

"I would never make it on that show. And who's gonna watch Brooke? Mom and Robin won't talk to me, let alone watch my child." I say.

"We'll just take her with us. Come on, Harry, please! This can be your chance to give Brooke a great life!"

This gets my attention. Maybe Gemma has a point here.

"I know you love singing, Harry. You can do this." she smiles at me.

"Okay, Gem. I will. Thank you, for everything." I smile back.

I grab Brooke and hold her close to me. "Things are gonna work out for us, love. Don't you worry."