Nobody could ever replace you; a Harry Styles fanfiction

Press Conference

Haz, the press conference was horrible. How did you deal with it? The pressure.

I honestly wasn’t scared at first. Liam took charge, once again, and told the story of what happened. Why this press conference was being held, basically.

 “So, we just wanted to get the truth out before rumors could spread. Are there any questions?” Liam spoke confidently.

 One lady, around 21 I think, stood and raised her hand. It was slightly shaking, I bet she was nervous. I mean I would be to if I had to ask the biggest boy band in the world questions.

Niall spoke up, “go ahead, young lady in the third row.”

She nodded and proceeded to speak.

“Who will she and the baby be living with?” She spoke with disgust in her voice, it was clear now that she was a fan, still dealing with the death of you just like the rest of us.

This hurt, the hate in her voice was clear. Tears began to fill my eyes, I knew this would happen I just wasn’t ready. My thoughts were interrupted by her speaking once again.

“Well… are you going to answer? Who will the slag (slut) be living with?” She almost yelled, as if we were part deaf.

Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks, I grabbed Lou’s hand and squeezed it. It was hot and squeezing back twice as hard. This is when Lou lost it with this lady.

“Look, lady. She’s not a slag, she is a beautiful girl that Harry loved and cherished. And she has a name, its Ella. And I suggest you address her correctly. She will be living with Niall and I, there you happy. Gonna make up more rumors now that we have answered your stupid question. Jesus Christ lady, why do you have to be so rude!? Can you not see that Ella doesn’t need your crap?” Louis screamed at the lady, not once letting go of my hand.

 The vein in the side of Lou’s neck was sticking out due his rage. Niall took Lou’s break from his rage as a good time to end things.

“So, thank you everyone for coming today. Sorry to cut things short but we have things to do.” Niall quickly spoke into the microphone.

He quickly helped me up and helped me move Louis along the stage and finally out the door where Simon was waiting.

Lou walked through the door and hit the nearest wall before sinking down into a ball. Simon began to speak,

“Lou, that reaction was not great. How do you think that is going to make you look? I understand that what the lady said was hurtful.”

“Exactly Simon, what she said was wrong. And I honestly don’t care what it makes me look like, because to the fans and real people in the world I will look like a friend helping another out. Ella doesn’t need hate.” Lou retorted back.

I walked slowly over to the now crying Louis and kneeled beside him.

“Hey Lou, thank you.” I spoke softly.

“It’s no problem, Ella.” He whispered back.

I thought about how to cheer Lou up, what would make him excited.

“Lou, I was thinking, maybe we should start looking at furniture for Styles bedroom.” I said in a cheery voice, trying to make it sound exciting.

“Styles?” Louis questioned.

I placed my hands on my belly and looked him in the eyes. He smiled.

“Of course we should, Styles deserves the best. Harry wouldn’t want it any other way!” Louis cheered.

Everyone looked in our direction with the now cheery Lou jumping around, singing some random song.

“Looks like we are going shopping for Styles furniture.” Answering their silent question, hands still placed on my belly.

Niall walked over and helped me up.

“So… Styles, aye? I like it. You know we use to call Harry that when we were on tour?” Niall spoke, looking me dead in the eyes. I could see the pain in his expression but the hopeful light his blue orbs as he told me the story.

“No, I didn’t know that.” I retorted back. “Let’s get shopping!” I yelled, everyone slightly surprised with my cheery tone after the morning I had.