50 Shades Freed

Chapter 21

What have I just agreed to? I just didn't want Ms. Jones worrying about the well being of her child. I should have consulted Harry though. He doesn't seem like the parenting type. At least not that I've noticed. Before I can rethink anything that I've said Ms. Jones wraps her arms around me crying into my shoulder. 

"Thank you so much Mr. Styles." I place my hand against her back trying to calm her down.

"What's going on?" I hear Harry's voice behind me and I look over my shoulder at him. 

"Go home...I'll talk to you tomorrow" She looks up at me before nodding. She quickly grabs her things before leaving as quickly as she can. I turn around facing Harry seeing that he looks more confused than ever. 

"What was that about" 

"I want you to sit down before I say anything" He does as I tell him and takes a seat. I sit down across from him staring at my fingers for a moment. How do you tell someone that you just agreed to adopt someone's child without their consent? Open with a joke? No. "I don't know if you know this but Taylor and Ms. Jones are...well they've been seeing each other" I can tell by Harry's lack of concern he already knew this. "And...Ms. Jones is pregnant it seems" 

"Isn't she a little old to be having children" He arches an eyebrow and I shrug.

"Well that's why she was a bit upset. Taylor doesn't want any children and she doesn't believe in abortion...I figured the only right thing to do would be..." 

"You didn't" I can tell he knows what I've done. "Why the fuck would you..." 

"She was so sad...and I didn't want her to have to give her baby away to total strangers. Harry we could be parents..." 

"I don't want to be a fucking parent Niall! You can't make decisions like this without me. What the fuck is wrong with you!" His words pierce through me and I'm left to remain silent. I don't know how to respond to him. I know that I should have talked to him first but I couldn't keep my big mouth shut. I just wanted Ms. Jones to feel comforted. Before I can say much of anything else Harry stands up from the counter leaving without another word. 

I feel a tear drip down my cheek and I slowly wipe it away. I stand up from my seat cleaning the rest of the kitchen before heading upstairs. I sit in bed for a while thinking about how today could have been better handled. I could have included Harry in it a lot more. I admit that, but he could have at least stayed so we could talk about it. I've always wanted a family...and this could be my, our chance to have one. 

I sigh lying back in bed staring at the ceiling. Both of us still have a lot of communication that we need to work on in this marriage. 

~*~

I'm awoken in the middle of the night from a loud crash coming from downstairs. I sit up quickly turning on the lamp beside the best. I stand up slowly getting out of bed heading down the stairs. I peak into the kitchen seeing a Harry picking up a broken glass.

I step into the kitchen and I can nearly smell the beer on him. He's clearly drunk. I bend down picking up some of the glass and he shoos me away. "I got it go back to bed" He slurs 

"Harry your bleeding..." 

"I don't care. Go the fuck upstairs" My eyes widen at how angry he actually is. Is this him, or the beer talking. I slowly stand up turning around heading back towards the stairs. I look over my shoulder at him watching him clean up his mess before placing the shards of glass in the trash. For a moment as I head up the stairs I wonder if he will join me in bed. 

He never does. 

The next morning when I come downstairs prepared to eat breakfast I can see Harry sitting there in front of his lap top. I stay quiet not saying a word to him as I reach into the fridge grabbing a bottle of water. I set it to the side and make myself a breakfast sandwich on a multi grain bagel. I think about offering Harry one since I know their his favorites but I simply make him one without asking. I set one by him before leaving the kitchen going into the living room. 

I sit down on the couch unsure of what I can do at this point. Ms. Jones will be coming in to work later and I refuse to tell her that I take back my offer. That's not okay. Even if Harry doesn't agree I can't get her hopes of like that just to take it back now. I hear footsteps coming from the kitchen and I look up seeing Harry walking over to me. 

He takes a seat in the couch across from me. 

"What were you thinking..." 

"Where were you last night?" I ask him not wanting to talk about the baby right now. "You hardly drink...let alone come home drunk" 

"Well you did kind of spring a baby on me Niall...a baby that I don't want" 

"What's so bad about a baby Harry? Have you never wanted a family?" 

"Not particularly no." 

"You're kidding me" 

"I'm not" 

"So what does that mean..." I tilt my head a little crossing my arms over my chest. 

"I honestly don't know Niall" Those simple words hit me hard in the face. I don't know what I wanted him to say but it wasn't that. I know that much. I stare at him for a moment and I feel as though I'm not even looking at Harry. I'm looking at a stranger, looking back at yet another stranger. We've never been like this before. 

"Ms. Jones is coming into work soon, I'm not taking back what I said" 

"I know you're not. I'm not taking back what I said either" He stands his ground and I simply nod standing up from my seat. I go to walk upstairs but his voice stops me. "And by the way Niall, last night I was with Louis"