Pregnant at 16-Harry Styles [EDITING]

Chapter 3:

Shoutout to @dreamxhipsta because she guessed the song right first and shes very sweet! Thank you!!







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Ashton's POV:









"So, Harry. The media has certainly caught up with you, hasn't it?" A blonde, tan, and skinny interviewer asks.









"Yeah, I guess I'm in a bit of trouble, huh?" Harry giggles lightly.









"I've heard recently that you have a child?" She asks, making my stomach drop.









"Yes, I do. She's the most beautiful little toddler I've ever laid my eyes on, even though I've never seen her. I regret hurting her mother though. It's been two years and I haven't been the best father." Harry sighs.









"Oooo! A bouncing baby girl! How adorable! Tell us about her!" The interviewer squeals. "Does she look like you?"









"I don't know, to be honest. I've never gotten the chance to see her and I wish I could." Harry answers.









"Why can't you see her?" She gasps.









"Her mother and I aren't on good terms.. You see, originally it was a one night stand but there was something about Ashton that made me weak at the knees. She hasn't posted any pictures on the account that I follow for her of our daughter. All I know is, that her name is Charlotte." Harry says.











"How romantic. Never imagining falling in love with your one night stand. Then to make it even more tragic, she has a daughter and doesn't allow you to see her. How does that make you feel?" She asks.










"I just hope Ashton sees this. I want to see my baby, I want to be a part of her life. I wish you could see how much I care." Harry pleads.









"Well, it seems to me you've done your searching. This picture shows you giving a mailman two little Tiffany boxes and then the mailman standing on Ashton's steps putting them there for you? Were those gifts to Ashton and Charlotte?" The girl asks.










"Yes." Harry admits.









"Well, before we end this interview, is there anything you'd like to say about Ashton or to Ashton?" She asks. "Oooh, Harry! Fans found Ashton's new twitter! There's no pictures of Charlotte but they've found her."









Shit.









"The one thing I would say- Ashton, I am sorry I haven't been around. I want to be a part of Charlotte's life, and I want to be as much of a father I can be. We can try to make something out of this. We can even meet up and exchange numbers. That way we can work something out, somehow. Please, just let me see my baby." Harry says, teary eyed.












I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't watch this heart wrenching interview anymore.








I wanted him to see Charlotte, I really did but that changed when Jayke told me the conversation he had with Harry. I'll never forget the fact that Harry told him he wanted nothing to do with Charlotte.










"Why can't anything work out for me?" I sigh, tears brimming my eyes.











Should I let Harry see Charlotte?





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It was 11pm and I was more terrified than ever..





Jayke went out with his friends for a few drinks, but I knew he would come back in a sour mood. I knew he would come back and the first thing he would do is grab my arm and throw me into the wall.







I had the whole house cleaned, I had dinner ready for him along with it being nice and warm, and a nice cold soda waiting for him when he got home. I had already made dinner before now, but I just made something else for him.










"Where's my dinner?" He asks, bursting through the door and kicking his shoes off.










"Over there sweetheart, on the table with a drink and it's hot..just how you like it." I say, feeling myself shake.












He walks over to his dinner and starts to eat his food. He was eating so fast I thought he was going to choke.







"Darling, will you please slow down your eating. I don't want you to choke." I say softly and slowly.










"Did I ask for your opinion? I don't give a damn if I choke or not bitch." He says, pointing his fork at me. "Aw, now look..you've spoiled my dinner."









He clenches his fist and starts to walk towards me, and I already know where this night is going to go from here..




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Sorry this was so short!






Guess the song!





"Come on skinny love, last the year."