Pregnant at 16-Harry Styles [EDITING]

Chapter 9

Harry's POV:









"Let's start things off, Ash.." I begin.











I grab her hand and hold the frail, pale, and sickly looking skin she contains. I kiss her knuckles. I don't know what it was that brought me to feel so strongly for her.











I barely knew her, but I wanted to know much more than I already did. I didn't know anything quite frankly, and that's how we got to this spot right here. I should've gone in with her when she left her necklace. I remember when I picked her up after she passed out, she was strongly gripping to the necklace I bought for her. It hadn't broken and I'm sure she protected it and that's why she got hurt.. Because of my gift.













"You know I'm in a famous band, you know I'm moralized as a womanizer in the magazines, but I hope you know... That you're the only girl I've slept with other than two other people. I know that probably doesn't make a difference to you, but I don't know why I brought you home that evening. I felt something drawing me to you and I have no idea what it is. To be honest, I still feel completely drawn to you. I don't want you to think that I'm only coming around to say this because we have a child. I'm saying this because I want you to let me in. I want to be a part of both yours and Charlotte's life. I am a terrible father, I'm a terrible friend to you, and I feel as if I would be a terrible significant other if you gave me the chance. I know you didn't want to hurt my fame, but maybe this is what I needed. I hadn't changed much with the game but I needed something to put me back in reality. Someone to hold me down, and now I have that. I have Charlotte and hopefully one day, I'll have you. I'm not going to lie but the first time I saw you since you and I slept together, I was speechless. You had grown up so much from that small, fragile, sixteen year old you were. You're eighteen now, and I'm going to be twenty soon. I just want to know everything about you. You probably can't hear me, but if you can.. I hope you will give me a chance one day." I say, breathing after the long speech.













"I wish you would feel warmer." I say.












I hold Ashton's hand tighter but this time with both of my hands. I blow warm air onto her cold hands in hopes her hand would warm up some how.











I could feel the tense air become more tense by the minute. I hated seeing her like this. I wanted her to wake up, and I wanted her to tell me everything was going to be okay.












*






I returned home a few hours ago. It was 7am now. I had spent all night with Ashton at the hospital. I didn't want to leave her because I was afraid she was going to wake up and see herself alone.












"Dad-dee, where's momma?" Charlotte says, peeking over her little play crib in the living room.











I walk over to her crib and pick her up. I snuggle her into my chest as I tried to think of a way to tell Charlotte how her mom was the way she was. I didn't want to say her mommy wasn't going to wake up for a long time, and I didn't want to tell her Ashton was sick either.









I walk over to the couch and flip through the channels. I finally found Cinderella on abc family. Thank god for Disney movies. Charlotte absolutely loves them. Ever since we got here, she's been asking about Disney.












"Dad-dee?" She asks.









"Yes, sweetheart?" I ask.









"Momma?" She asks.










"Mommy took a vacation for a little bit." I say, smiling. I was trying so hard not to let the truth out to her. I didn't want to say something to make her cry.












"Is momma at Disney?" She asks.










"No no, mommy wouldn't go to Disney without you and I, baby girl." I reply.











"Hehe." She giggles, before retuning her small, green eyes to the screen to watch Cinderella.











I watched Cinderella with Charlotte until she began to fall asleep.











"Charlotte, are you sleepy?" I ask, softly.











"Mhmm." She nods, before tucking her head in my chest.











I slowly lay down on the comfortable leather couch, and pull a blanket over the two of us. I lay her small and fragile body on my chest so she was comfy. I watched as her small hands gripped the sides of my sweater and her eyes slowly closed.












The feeling of watching my own baby falling asleep on my chest was a feeling I couldn't convey in words. She held a part of my heart in her tiny hands and she could break it if she wanted. She's only a baby, but she's my baby.













I closed my eyes and started to drift off into a peaceful slumber. I could feel the slight heartbeat of Charlotte against my chest, but I bet she could hear mine too.










•Harry's Dream•






Her hand was reaching out for mine, as the monster began to punch and kick her. She screamed as loud as she could, she was calling out my name and all I could do was watch.









I was trying to run but I couldn't move my feet fast enough.









I tried to call out for her but I couldn't say any words at all. I was screaming her name but everything came out as whispers. I was trying to take her hand in front of me but I couldn't grasp it.












"Harry!"







"Harry, please help me!"










The monster drew his claws and his eyes were beating with red. Her eyes widened in fear and he finally dug her claws into her sweet, soft, and pale skin. I could only watch as the demon tore her limb from limb in front of me as she helplessly she screamed my name over and over.












When the monster was done, her eyes locked with mine as they bled. She held her hand out, and she smiled.









"I knew you would never be there for me."





End of Dream-









Those words echoed through my mind until I woke up in sweat in tears.