Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Eleven

IMPORTANT A/N: If I get 5 comments (from different people, you silly geese) by tomorrow evening, I'll update another chapter for you guys tomorrow! But until then my loves, enjoy this chapter! xx

Harry's POV:

"What're you talking about?" I screech. We're at a stop light, so I turn to the passenger seat where Niall is seated with his phone in his hands and his eyes wide. "What do you mean, there's something online about Carter?!"

"People have been tweeting me about it asking if I know who 'Carter' is?"

"How the fuck do they know about her!?" I smack my hand down on the wheel causing Niall to jump. "We've got to get home. We've got to get back to the house and do something to sort this mess out."

Niall grabs my arm. "Chill the fuck out!"

"I can't!" I roar.

"Harry, if you don't calm down, we're never going to get home because we're going to die and then you're never gonna see that little girl in Carter's belly!" he screams.

My eyes fall to my lap, and my breathing slows down until I hear a honk. I look up, my heart racing as I begin driving again. "I-I don't know how much longer I can actually do this." I whisper. I feel my eyes welling up with tears. "I need to take care of her better. I need more money in the bank. She's gonna give birth one of these days and we're not gonna have a crib for it."

"Calm down." Niall says softly. "We're going to lend you mon-"

My eyes go wide and I turn to him, "Yo-"

"Eyes on the road!" He grabs the wheel turning it slightly. "You're going to kill us, that's what you're gonna do."

"You aren't lending me any money."

"And why the hell not?"

"I'm not a pity case."

"No one ever said you were, Haz."

"I'm gonna do this right," I growl, "I'm gonna take care of me and Carter and our fucking kid. And I'll find money. I'll get a real job. I'll figure something out."

"You have no money? None?"

I shake my head slightly, pressing my lips together, "I have nothing. I could barely afford that damn dress for, Carter."

"Then why the hell did you buy that thing?"

My hands tighten on the wheel. "She's huge, Niall. She so fucking uncomfortable and I need to do everything I can do to make her happy and keep her comfortable."

"It's not your duty to do that, Harry."

"The fuck it isn't." I growl, breathing heavily. I turn onto Second Street, passing girls in brightly colored bikinis and flip flops, and tan bodies. My eyes wander for a moment, wanting to devour one of those girls and have their hot bodies pressed against mine. I shake my head, my curls flopping to the side. Back to reality.

Niall doesn't say anything else, and we ride in silence until we turn onto the street where our house sits. I can see it in the distance. Zayn is no longer on the porch, and in his place is a very pregnant Carter, sitting on the step.

"What's she doing?" Niall asks.

I groan. "I don't know but she needs to get the fuck inside." I look around. "Paps could show up."

Niall rolls his eyes. "She can't just stay hidden forever."

I snort, "And why not?"

"You seriously think you can hide her and your daughter for your entire life."