If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 78

Ashley panics. Will she go against Harry's wishes?

Ashley soon realized she should have put on another layer of clothes. She shivered and rubbed her upper arms in an attempt to warm up. Unable to think, she walked back into the house and into the kitchen for some coffee.

She was leaning back against the counter sipping her coffee when Harry's head appeared around the corner. "Can I come in?"

"Of course. It's your home."

"That's not what I meant."

"Sorry, I know."

"Ashley, everything will work out. Do you believe me?"

"I'm trying, Harry. This is scary! A baby would be life-changing for me. It is not something I've considered. I'm not ready for a baby! I don't . . ." Both their heads turned when they heard someone clear their throat.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware anyone would be up," said Anne looking from Harry to Ashley.

"How much did you hear?" Harry asked his mom.

"Enough."

"The condom broke," he said honestly.

Anne watched Ashley for a moment. "I'm not sure what to say."

Tears were gathering on Ashley's eyelashes. She blinked several times attempting to keep them from falling. "It's okay. I'm sorry." She sat her cup down on the counter and turned to Harry. "Excuse me, please."

"Of course."

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"Well?" said Anne.

"I don't know, Mum. This has never happened to either of us."

"What are your first thoughts, you know, your gut reaction?"

"She would make a great mother."

"Possibly."

"I could see myself with her, Mum. I've not met someone who has so much to offer. She's so real. I love her."

"Harry, you've known her just over a month," warned his mother.

"Mum, she doesn't need anything from me. She's with me because she loves me as well."

"Alright. So, what is your plan?"

"Whatever she wants. If she wants to live together, if she wants to talk marriage . . ."

"Seriously!"

"Seriously."

"You know your family will be behind you no matter what. I love you, Harry."

"Thank you, Mum."

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Ashley immediately went to the window and pushed back the drapes. She needed some connection to the outside, to openness. Her breaths were coming in short gulps. A baby . . . what the hell am I going to do? I'm not ready for this. What are my options? Wait! I have choices! I don't have to . . . She stopped short of crystalizing the idea. Could I even do something like that? Could I really put an end to a potential life if it came down to it? The morning after pill was definitely an option. Yes, that was it. Take the pill, no worries.

She felt much better having made the decision. All she needed was a ride to the pharmacy and everything could return to normal.

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When Ashley stepped out of the shower, her phone was flashing. The notification was a text from Harry:

I'd like to talk with you. What do you think about a drive and some breakfast?