Til Kingdom Come [Harry Styles- Bk 4]

ch.20 Daddy

"I beg your pardon?" I gasped.

Niall was staring at my lips dizzily.

"Lucky bastard."

I blinked in confusion. I didn't undersand what he was saying when he was sober and now that he was slightly buzzed, he was completely delusional.

"He has you" Niall pointed at me.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you- you spicy little Sicilian goddess" he winked.

Spicy? Goddess?!

Niall leaned closer to me. He pushed back a stray piece of my hair behind my ear and let his breath grow a bit too low and too heavy.

"I can see it in the way he holds his hands. You give it to him good. Real good" he chuckled lightly. 

I crossed my arms over my chest uncomfortably. I've never spoken to any of the boys about me and Harry's private life in the bedroom and I didn't intend on sharing details with anyone.

"And he knocks you up instantly" Niall shook his head and looked down at my stomach.

I rubbed my belly gently, almost as if trying to hide it from Niall. My babies were my pride and joy, my pawns that gleam. And I would give birth to as many children as Harry wanted to give me, because they were little gifts from him, the tokens of his heart.

"But, fuck" Niall growled.

I scooted away slightly. The dark glint in his eyes meant trouble. And I didn't want any trouble. "He doesn't let you breath, let your hair down once in a while" Niall shook his head disdainfully. He took my ponytail and loosened it up, letting my hair fall drape around my face.

Niall reached for my face and held it in his hands as if examining it.

"Unbelievable" he whispered as if under a spell.

I looked down awkwardly.

"Why do you let him control you?" he both asked and demanded.

"What?"

"Harry" Niall hissed in disgust. "He controls you. Everything you do, ever since he first saw you when you had pigtails"

I shook my head. "No he doesn't. He's just very protective" I reasoned.

Niall burst into laughter. 

"Is that what he tells you?" he cocked a faint brow.

I flustered a moment. Why did everyone think that Harry was so controlling? Gemma herself said it when she first met me. L-Liam argued over it loads of times. And now Niall is saying it. 

"More like possessive" Niall hissed. 

I swallowed hard and clasped my hands together in my lap. Niall took my wrist and held it loosely in his palm, like I were a toy.

"I mean for God's sake, Angie, you're not a doll" he shook his head. "I mean you are, but not the kind that sits on a shelf" he explained.

I cleared my throat uneasily. 

"Well why does any of this matter now?" I spoke up. "I'm happily married to Harry and I intend to be married to him for as long as we both shall live"

Niall burst into laughter. 

I glared at him. He was really not being himself tonight and it was starting to worry me. 

Niall stopped laughing when he realized that I was actually mad at him.