50 Shades Freed

Chapter 20

I sat at my fathers side reading some random magazine they had set aside. It had been nearly a week since my dad entered this place. A day didn't go by that I didn't at least come to visit him. I knew that if it were me in that bed he wouldn't have left my side. So there was no way that I could just leave him in his place. Harry had run off to go do god knows what, but I was waiting for him to return so that we could leave. I knew that he would be waking up soon, well I didn't but I was hoping that he would.

There was a soft knock on the door and I looked up seeing that Harry had returned. "Ready to go love?"

"Yeah" I nod standing up hearing a small groan. I look back at my father seeing that his fingers are moving slightly and I move back over to him. "Dad?" He responds with another groan and I smile kissing his forehead.

I sit back down seeing my dad's eyes open slowly and my heart beats the same. Finally I know that he's okay. Once my father has fully come to, he looks over at me smiling a little. "Happy birthday son"

"My birthday was a week ago dad" I smile happy that once he had woke up I was still the first person on his mind.

"A week ago?" I explain everything that had happened to him and he seems shocked. I would be to, if someone told me something like that had happened to me just one week ago.

Harry and I sit with my father for about 2 hours before he insists that we head home before it gets too late. I nearly stayed the night with him but I was convinced if I did Harry would somehow manage to stay with me.

I wake up in bed the next morning seeing that Harry is already awake on his computer. I turn over seeing that it's nearly 6 o'clock. "Why haven't you gotten dressed yet?" I mutter to him still feeling rather tired.

"We aren't going into work today"

"We?" Since when does he determine when I can and can't go into work? Probably since he determined that he would buy the building you work in and kinda own.

"Yes we, do you remember when we thought someone was following us, the day of my parents barbecue?" My memory flashes back to the frantic car chase and I nod knowing what he's talking about. "We have some information on who it was. Taylor has emailed me a few links, and we've narrowed it down"

"To who?"

"Jack"

"My old boss?" Why on earth would he be following us.

"I think he's still angry about what happened between us. So he's trying to get back at me" Harry says clicking through his computer. I move closer to him looking at what he's typing back to Taylor. A picture pops up and for a moment I believe that it's Jack, but he's simply dyed his hair and grew a slight beard.

"So what are we going to do?"

"You aren't going to work for the rest of the week for one. I'll be going tomorrow but only to grab a few things so that I can work from home. I don't want you leaving my sight"

"Harry I can't miss a whole week of work. That place will burn to the ground if I'm not there to handle everything. Hell I'm the boss now"

"You're able to work from home as well Niall. I don't want you going into that building until we figure everything out"

"So we're just going to hide?"

He sighs running his hands over his face. "It's not hiding. I'm just making sure that we're both okay. Is there a problem with that Niall?" I shake my head no. I understand where he's coming from but I can't be trapped in this house forever.

"What about our friends and family? Are they safe" I ask 

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet. I will have to think about what I can do about that honestly" He sits up in bed and looks over at me. "I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to make sure everything that can be done is being done" He leans over placing a slight kiss to my lips before leaving the room. I let out a slight sigh looking up at the ceiling. Why is my life like this? 

I get out of the bed and pull on a shirt before heading downstairs. I peak out the window seeing that it's beginning to rain. I sigh wishing that I could go into work. I have so much work that needs to be done but of course I'm stuck here. I walk into the kitchen catching a small glance at Ms. Jones seeing that she seems to be crying. 

"Ms. Jones?" I walk over to her

"Oh! Mr. Styles" She sniffles wiping her wet cheeks. "Excuse me, is there something you need" I grab hold of her hands trying to make her stand still. 

"What's wrong?" She looks me in the eye for a moment before falling into another fit of tears. She lays her head against my shoulder and I run my fingers through her hair. I've never seen her like this. I don't understand what could be wrong with her. "Talk to me please" 

"I'm pregnant sir..." She mutters and I whisper. 

My eyes widen and I look down at her. "It's Taylor's?" She looks at me with wide eyes and I remember that I wasn't supposed to know that. I sigh "I saw you guys together a while back, but that's besides the point...Does he know" She nods

"He doesn't want anymore children...He has one child and I have one as well. We're getting older and...I don't know what to do" 

"Uh..." I give her a small look and I can tell by the mock horror on her face that abortion is not an option. 

"I could never..." 

"Then adoption is the only option you have left" 

"I don't like the thought of anyone raising my child...but I can't just" She starts crying even harder and I hug her kissing the top of her head. I sigh and for a moment a light bulb goes off in my head. 

"Harry and I will adopt the baby"