I Have Harry Styles' Daughter » Harry Styles [EDITING BC SHORT]

Chapter 22

After a few hours at the restaurant and a check of over $1000 was written, Harry lead me back out to the car, opening my door for me to let me step inside. He retreated to his own side, getting in and putting the key in the ignition. Turning the key, the engine of the car made a loud growl, declining to a soft purr.

"Harry," I began, hoping there was a good answer to the question that would soon follow my statement, "Why did you spend so much money on me tonight? I don't feel right about it. We've only barely met, and yet you chose to use so much on me. What if it wouldn't have worked out?"

I was looking directly into his eyes, or so I thought, through his sunglasses he must have put on while I was talking. At first, he made no movement, not sure of what to say. He then grabbed my right hand, clasping both of his own hands around it.

"Layla," he paused, "I have enough money right now that I'm proud to be able to treat you like this. You deserve it. I spent all of that money on you because I wanted tonight to be perfect, like you are in my eyes. I truly care about us being happy, and our child being placed into a loving family. I'm ready for this, Layla. I'm here to help you every step of the way."

I felt my water line of my eye begin to become damp, and I blinked to keep from letting myself cry. Harry was smiling at me, knowing what he said had meant a lot to me. Slowly, I leaned over and planted a soft kiss directly on his lips. "Thank you." I mouthed as I pulled away. He nodded at me, keeping his smile plastered to his face. Turning his eyes to face the front of the car, we pulled out of our parking spot and were back out on the road.

We drove back to my house in utter silence, hand in hand. I was unable to hold back the tears that Harry's words had inflicted on me. They had already meant so much, and I couldn't wait any longer for them to be true. I was ready for our baby too.

Already five months into the pregnancy, I had developed an easily visible belly that I loved. Though a lot of weight came along with it, I loved knowing that inside that belly was a new life that would soon be brought into my arms. Then I would be able to hold her, cuddle her, care for her, and express the love I already felt towards her.

Harry glanced over at me while he was at a stop light, noticing I was deep in thought, yet still crying. Slowly, he reached over and did the sweetest, most simple gesture someone has ever done to me.

In one slick motion, Harry ran his fingers through my hair, leaning over to kiss my neck as he did. With his other hand, he picked up a CD case and plucked out the CD. He placed it into the car's stereo and it began to play.

"To my special lady," Harry's voice began on the tape as I began to cry harder, "This is the first of many recordings you'll get from me throughout your life. I made this before I even met you, I knew someone along the way would be the one to deserve this tape. This is my first one I've ever made, so here we go."

Harry's voice was higher pitched, almost as if he made it when he was younger. The tape skipped a track, then began to play again. This time, Harry's voice was much deeper.

"Love, I made that tape when I was about 18. Now, I recently recorded this one. This is everything I've ever wanted to say to you since we met. Since we're both here, how about I just do it now?" he asked as I placed my head in my hands to continue bawling, "Well Layla, you're beautiful. I know we've only known each other for a few months but I already know I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman, and I'm the luckiest man alive to be having Darcy with you. I'm sure this is a cliché thing to do, with the tape and all, but I know how much it could mean to someone, which is why I did it for you. I know the name Darcy is cliché too from my past, but truth is Darcy means "dark" and I've never really let that side fully come out of me. Sure, you've obviously seen it months ago, but I want my little devil of my own. Trust me, she won't be a bad kid, I'll be sure to keep her up to standards, but she's got to have a little bit of mischief to her. She'll be daddy's little devil. Anyways, I love you. I have since the reunion concert, you helping me out of that dark stage of my life instantly got me hooked. You're perfect to me, and no matter how much you try to argue I'll just keep fighting back. Goodbye babe, I'll see you when you're feeling up to talking again."

The tape cut out, and I wailed. I turned to Harry who was still driving, and pulled off his sunglasses. He had familiar tears streaking his face too. I leaned over as far as I could and crushed my lips into his, keeping them there as long as I could. Harry ended up pulling away because he had to keep driving.

After a slight skid, the tape began again, "We can do this, we're so close. We'll be able to do this."

The car was silent, the only sound around being the purr of the engine as the car drove down the road. Slowly, my crying began to become louder. I felt truly loved, and truly wanted. I knew Harry and I could do this together, but knowing he had faith too made it so much easier.

"I'm going to guess that you liked it?" he asked with a smile, tears lining his eyes in either pride or in sympathy.

I nodded, tears never threatening to cease. I loved him, he loved me. That was all I could ever ask for.