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

Chapter 22

Word count: 1572
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I was chopping up carrots for Harry's stew that he was making. Since cooking and baking help him calm down, he was sure it would help me.

I was trying to focus on slicing them when I felt two hands rest on my tummy from behind.

I set down the knife and turned around with raised eyebrows. Harry was grinning at me as he rubbed my stomach.

"Hazza?" I asked like a mother who caught their son in a lie.

"Princess?" He whispered back before dipping down to nibble my neck.

"Harry Edward Styles, stop trying to put a baby in me!"

He whined like a bratty child when I turned around to work on the carrots again. He pulled my hair to one side before he peppered little kisses on the skin there.

"Harry, stop." I whispered weakly, cursing myself out silently.

He turned me around, smirking slightly. I raised an eyebrow at him as he moved closer to me so I could feel his breath on my face.

"Get on your knees, princess."

My eyes widened and I stood still out of shock. Was this booger serious?

"You want me...to put your thing...in my mouth?"

He smiled, nodding in satisfaction. I looked at him like he had just said the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

"You want me to do that so things will get heated and you can put a baby in me, don't you?" I asked with narrowed eyes, making him blush and nod. "Harry, I said no."

He pouted, giving me big puppy dog eyes. I pointed the knife in my hand at his chest.

"Get your little friend away from me or I'm gonna chop it off. You understand, Styles?"

He nodded with wide eyes. I laughed at him, going back to chopping.

"I'll do what you want if you get my son back. Until that, you get nothing." I spoke firmly with my back turned to him.

He bolted out the door with a loud bang, making me flinch. I looked at the door with wide eyes. He must...really want a baby.

"Ow!" I hissed when I accidentally cut myself with the knife.

I dropped the sharp object, pulling my hand close to my face to inspect my wound.

"Looks like a deep one."

I turned around to see Edna standing in the doorway. I dropped my hand, walking over to her.

"Where have you been?"

She only shook her head, taking my hand in hers to look at it. She wiped the blood up with a small handkerchief before handing me a band aid.

I didn't even see that she had stuffed the blood soaked rag into her pocket...

"Thanks." I whispered with a small smile.

She nodded her head slightly. It was then that I noticed how sick she suddenly looked. Her face was paler and thinner. I didn't think too much of it though, since she is thousands of years old.

"Well look who the cat dragged in." Louis announced as he descended down the stairs.

Edna flinched slightly at his words before turning to him. He had a cocky smile on his face as he greeted her.