Lies by Harry Styles

Chapter 3-This is yours.

I widen my eyes. I'm happy, but suprised. Leaving me with many questions.

"W-what, what about Selena?" I say, still thinking about her.

"She doesn't have to know." Harry smirks.

"But t-" He kisses me again, making me forget about Selena.

"Let's get you home." Harry smiles.

I think about what Harry said earlier in the week. And, I should get over it, I guess.

"Here we are. Home." He says, but in the corner of my eye, I see Selena, sleeping on the couch.

"Isn't that-" Harry covers my mouth with his hand.

I mumble words under his hand but he ignores them and get me to the room.

"What?!" I say, finally free to speak.

"Okay, maybe Selena wanted to stay for the night. She was, lonley. W-we, b-broke up." Harry smiles as if he's hiding something. I'll stay with him, for now.

"So, what did you and Liam do?" Harry says, staring at the wall.

"We, had a sleepover?" I say, confused.

"I'm pretty sure it was more then that." Harry smirks, as if he has a memory.

"Uh, no. I was cold and he was warm. So, we had a sleepover." I say, trying to let him know I'm telling the truth.

"Mhm." He says, staring back to me.

I roll my eyes. "OKay then Styles."

Liam's POV.

I'm going to tell her. Alisse. The truth. All of it

I take a deep breath as I say those words.

I look over at Troy, her and Harry's son. I hope she doesn't know that yet.

"Was that mommy?" He says, looking up at me.

I nod.

"DANG MAN. SHE'S A CUTIE." Troy says, getting dirt off his shirt.

I roll my eyes. "She's your mom. Not your girlfriend. And, I'm going to tell her." 

"FINNE/" He says, crossing his arms.

"Let's go." I say, putting Troy on my back.

I'm at their front door, pretty much sweating.

"I'm ready. I have a rose to give her." Troy says, as if he just made a commitiment to the military.

"Where did you get that?!" I shout.

"Places." He says, all sneaky.

I roll my eyes and knock.

Harry answers it.

"Hey Liam. Hey Troy." Harry says, going for a bro hug, but I pass.

"Listen, we need to tell her. About, him." I say, nudging my head to Troy.

"No. We can't. I don't want her to know I use to be-" Harry pauses.

"What?" I ask, holding Troy's hand.

"N-nothing." Harry stutters.

I raise my eyebrow. "What?!" I shout.

"Just don't say a word." Harry says.

" A word." Troy says, as if he just broke the law.

Harry rolls his eyes. "You, be quiet." He points, but Troy bites.

"OW. That is why,  I can't own up to a son." Harry, shaking his hand, with a fresh cut of blood on his finger. "And also, get that boy some smooth teeth."

"This, this is yours. And you made it. With Alisse." I say, nudging Troy to go inside.

"No. Take it. She won't know." Harry says, pushing Troy back outside.

"Know what?" Alisse says in a night robe.

I walk in with Troy.

"Troy? What is he doing here?" She says, all inoccent.

"This," I begin.

"This is yours."