16 & Pregnant (Harry Styles)

Chapter 12

Harry's

I sighed, and walked up the stairs of the house that I used to live in. Nicole didn't live here anymore, and nobody in there wanted anything to do with me, yet here I was standing in front of the door, handing the papers over for court. I somehow couldn't bring myself to do it. But Briella brainwashed me into doing so. I don't know how I let her do it, or why I'm going along with it if I knew. I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

"Coming!" I heard someone yell.

"Harry?" Danielle asked as soon as she opened the door.

"Wow, you're pregnant." I stared at her stomach.

"So is Perrie." She paused.

"Oh, so is everyone here?" I asked.

"Harry why don't you just come in? Everyone would love to see you." She giggled.

"No, I'm fine, I don't feel like being in a room when everyone basically hates me. I'm just going to my room if you don't mind. I need some clothes." I said walking past her into the house. It was still my house too. I knew I still helped pay for it.

"Haz, no one hates you. Course they hate what you've done, but no one hates you in this house. Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. I just-" I sighed and fell down the wall.

I contemplated on weather I should tell Danielle I was taking Nicole to court or not. I guess this whole house would surely hate me then. They would all be on her side most likely. I mean, I haven't talked to Lou since it happened. I haven't talked to anyone. I've been avoiding my Mum. Gemma texted me, but I just didn't text back.

I guess I was isolating myself from everyone. Getting drunk every night may have been the cause. I didn't want to talk to anyone. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out that she put alcohol in everything. I smelt it. I got suspicious when she had a different meal then me after the first few nights. I then realized what she was trying to do, yet I still fell for it, every night.

I think she's even pregnant. I don't ever remember using a condom. Oh what would the world thing now? She could be pregnant, and that might be all she wants from me. For me to get her pregnant, then pay child support. For all I know, she could be fucking another guy behind my back. It wouldn't surprise me, really, she was a whore. After I was done with her, she would go onto her next client, I suppose that's what she called them.

"You just what?" She asked.

"I guess I just have been away, that everyone hates me. I haven't talked to anyone since it happened." I told her. I haven't been on Twitter, or Instagram.

I sighed and zipped up my bag. I turned and faced Danielle and pulled her into a hug. "I have to go, I'll see you soon, and tell everyone I said hi?" I asked.

She nodded into my shoulder and pulled away. I crotched down in front of her stomach, and smiled. I remember when Nicole was pregnant. I stood back up. "What are you having?"

"I'm not sure yet, we're going later to see the gender." She smiled as we walked towards the door. "Harry? Take care of yourself." I smiled and hugged her again.

"I will, I promise."

Nicole's

I sighed and put Ryan down for his nap. Darcy was in the living room coloring, maybe I could get about a half hour of sleep. Nah, last time I did that I had Eleanor standing in front of me grinning, and Darcy was screaming bloody murder.

"Darcy, wanna take a nap?" I asked, even though I knew she would tell me no. She hated taking naps. She thought she was missing out of something.

"No, I'm watching tv." I grinned and sat down on the couch.

"Can I take a nap?" I asked She looked at me and shook her head.

"No, mummy stay up."

"Bu-" I was cut off by the doorbell. "Darcy I think your prize is here."

Louis and Eleanor had teased Darcy all week about her prize coming in, when all it was, was the toy that she's being yelling at everyone to get it for her for the past week and a half. It was quite funny to be watching her do something, then the commercial comes on and she just screams like a little fan girl.

She followed me down the hall to the door, and stopped by my leg. I giggled and unlocked the door. My face froze as I opened it. Harry stood there with a thick pack of papers. I knew what it was, I wasn't stupid. He was taking me to court for the kids.

"Daddy!" Darcy squealed running into his arms.

He crotched down to her height and smiled. "Hi baby."

"Mummy is Daddy my prize?" She asked.

How do you kindly tell a four year old that her dad isn't her prize? How do you kindly tell a four year old that her mother wanted nothing to do with her father? How do you kindly tell your four year old that her father was taking her mother to court for custody? How do you kindly tell your four year old that her parents are fighting once again? Oh wait, right, you don't. There is no easy way in telling them anything. They are four and hardly understand what taking a nap is when your older. By the age of three most of them grow out of their naps. I should know.

"No, baby, Daddy isn't your prize." He glanced up at up, but I held a look of sadness all over my face. No mother wants this. I don't care if Harry and I never get back together, I'll give him the kids for the weekend if that's what he wants. I care about losing my kids. I don't care if I'm 19. almost 20, and raise them alone, their my kids. I raised Darcy for the better part in her toddler years. Here was Ryan about four months old, and I'm raising him. He brought this on himself, if he would have let me explained and then believed me, we wouldn't be in this position, would we?

"Then what is my prize?" She asked.

"If I tell you, then it won't be a prize anymore." I giggled.

Harry looked at me quizzing my face. "Darcy why don't you go play yeah?" Harry suggested. She nodded and ran off. "Prize?" He asked.

"If you were here with us, then you would know, until then don't ask about anything involving her." I glared at him.

"What about Ryan? Where's he?" He questioned.

"Down for his nap, are we done here?" I asked, I just didn't want to see his face anymore. I would break within a few seconds if he kept looking at me with his big green eyes that almost screamed 'I'm breaking inside' I don't even know why he would be breaking inside. Maybe he finally realized that I was done with him? Nah, I tried that, didn't work out that well.

"No, we aren't, can I see him?" I huffed in annoyance, and led him in, I closed the door behind me, and started to walk to Ryan's nursery, him following behind me. I opened the door to his room, and stood by the door.

I was wrong, he wasn't sleeping, he was gurgling, playing with his teething toy that had been melted for a few hours. "I though you told me he was sleeping."

"No, I said I put him down for his nap, I never said anything about sleeping. I thought he was sleeping. He normally goes straight to sleep after I lay him down." I corrected.

"Oh,"

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I know it might be horrible, but I'm playing ketchup in my school work. So, after the third quarter starts I'll go back to being normal with this story :)