The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 2

I sat across from Harry at the breakfast table with Edward on my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair.

It was curly like Harry's...although half of it was brown, and the other pure white.

Just like his eyes...one was Harry's emerald green and the other a light grey. He was pale like me with permanent pink cheeks like Niall.

"But we used a con-"

"It broke." I snapped, cutting Harry off as he played with his bottom lip. "This is your son, Harry. I promise."

"I remember everything..." He began, ignoring me completely. "Why'd you make his middle name Niall?"

"I-"

"Speaking of Niall...and Liam...Louis...oh my god. I remember Zayn. And Luci! Edna..."

"Harry!"

"My parents...oh my god. This was my home. Your mom and Tom, they died. I knew you since you were little. The spirits..."

"Harry Edward Styles!" I screamed so loud, the house shook slightly.

He looked at me with wide eyes. He didn't look different at all. The same Harry...that I still loved. The same Harry that no longer loved me.

"I'm glad that you remember now, but you shouldn't. This defeats the whole purpose of the deal!"

"What? You're bringing up Luci? Oh, please don't. Don't talk about the fucking devil." He groaned, making me cover Edward's ears.

He had taken Darcy home and told his wife that he was going for a late walk before rushing back to have this...lovely conversation with me.

"How dare you, Harry. Don't yell at me for talking about Luci and do not swear in front of my son."

"Our son." He corrected as his pinched the bring of his nose with closed eyes.

"Biologically." I mumbled as I braided some of Edward's curls.

"Don't start, Rosie. You made me forget. I couldn't raise my son because of it. You don't think that I'm mad because of that?"

"You have no right to be mad!" I stated loudly as I stood to my feet, sitting Edward down on my chair.

"Yes I do! This is my son. My son, Rosie."

"He's mine too. But I refuse for you to act like you love him, you've only just met him! He's mine, Harry. Biologically ours, but really mine." I watched as he stood to his feet, towering over me like he used to.

He opened his mouth to yell. His jaw was clenched, his hands balled up into fists.

"Go back home to your wife." I snapped before picking Edward up and walking towards the stairs with him.

"You're acting like I'm the bad guy."

"Harry, go home." I mumbled as he trailed upstairs close behind me.

"I'm doing nothing wrong, Rosie. I found you again, I have a son. How could you keep this from me..." He spoke in disbelief, making my eyes roll.

I set Edward down in his bed, in my old room when I wasn't a ghost. "I was protecting you Harry." I kissed my son's forehead lightly. "Goodnight baby."

I pushed Harry outside and into the library so we could continue our conversation and not wake him.

"I would've died not knowing we had a son." He spoke through clenched teeth. "I would've died without knowing about you."