Married To Who? (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

Megan's POV

"Harry what have I done?" I yelled. Well not too loud since James was sleeping upstairs in the guest room. My room more specifically since that was the only room that was clean. The other rooms all have junk clustered everywhere. Honestly Harry is quite a pig.

'A cute one though' that annoying voice in my head said.

"What are you talking about Meg?" Harry asked taking a seat on the 'puke' couch. We so need to get rid of that. It doesn't even match the other black leather couches in the room.

"I'm talking about James." I said pacing up and down. "I didn't even think this through." I ran a hand through my wavy-brown hair. "I mean how am I supposed to take care of a seven year old boy when I can hardly take care of myself?"

Harry stood up and walked towards me. He placed his hands on my shoulders to stop me from pacing. He looked me in the eyes and asked, "Then why did you do it Meg?"

"I couldn't let him live with them. My childhood was horrible enough without my father being a drunk and my mom being a mean wretch. I just couldn't put him through that. I want him to have the childhood I never had." I replied softly.

"Then that thought alone is enough. Lets give him the childhood he deserves. And I know you can take care of him Megan. You're a strong and independent woman." He said all in one breath, never taking his eyes off me. "And besides... I'll be here for you... I'm not going anywhere Megan." He continued.

I was at a loss of words. I searched his green eyes and they held so much truth in them. His gaze travelled to my lips and before I realised what was happening we were leaning in towards eachother. Just as our lips were about to touch a small voice broke our trance.

"Megan. I'm hungry." James' sleepy voice said. I turned around with my heart beating fast as if I had just been caught cheating on a test, to see him standing at the doorway while rubbing his tired eyes. He was still wearing his clothes from earlier today since he fell asleep during our car ride home and Harry had carried him up to my room, so he didn't eat anything since early today evening.

I smiled at him and said, "Come on love, let me fix you a little snack." I then walked toward him and took his hand leading him towards the kitchen. I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder and look at Harry. He had this unreadable expression on his face. I couldn't help but feel disappointed that we didn't get to finish that ki- Wait what? No that wouldh've been a mistake. I'm glad James came and at that time. But I still couldn't help thinking what was going on in Harry's head at the moment. Did he regret our 'Almost Kiss'?

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I sat at the kitchen counter watching James and Harry eat their Ham sandwiches while they laughed and joked. It was almost midnight now but they were more awake than ever. I too was having a good time I had just finished my second sandwhich while the boys were on their fourth. Boys. I didn't realise I was staring until Harry asked me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He quickly rubbed his entire face which caused me to let out a short laugh. I blushed slightly at being caught staring and replied with a small smile.

"No Harry I was just thinking."

"Thinking? What about?" He asked with amusement in his tone.

"Of what a great father you'll be to our child" I said before I could stop myself. Shit! Did I really just say that?

I looked at Harry and he was as shocked as me. But then he smiled warmly at me.

"If our child is anything like their mother then I don't doubt what you just said."