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

Chapter 87

Just when everything seems to have been resolved, Ashley discovers that Harry hasn't been honest with her. He's planning to do the very thing he'd promised he would never do again.

Ashley was a bit disoriented when she woke up in Harry's bed. Oh right. Pregnant. Moving in with him. Baby. Buy a house. Freedom. No, no, no, I've been caught up in the wave of his excitement. This can never work. I am not the type. I won't do this. A baby doesn't deserve it. I will be a horrible mother. Best to simply end this whole thing and move on, she thought in a panic.

She threw back the covers, grabbed her bag, and went into the bathroom. Within minutes she was dressed and had gathered up all her things. Shit, I don't have my car. I'll call an uber. As she was dialing the car service, Harry walked in the bedroom with a cup of tea for her. She froze, unable to do more than stare at him.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" he asked as he looked from her to the bag and purse on her shoulder. "Going somewhere?"

"Um . . . yes. Harry, last night was . . ."

"Do not say it. I know what's going on. You've talked yourself into a panic, negated everything we said yesterday."

"I got caught up in the moment yesterday. I've tried to warn you repeatedly that I'm not good in relationships. I do not want to hurt you."

"And you do not want to be hurt, right? You don't want to take the risk. Am I right?"

"You don't know me," she said raising her voice.

"Steve and Kristen do and yet, they seem to have faith in us." She opened her mouth to argue with him but burst into tears. As he walked toward her, she backed away.

"No, don't. You'll talk me into staying. It's not what I want."

"You don't want to be happy together, to get ready for our baby together, to nurture our relationship together?" he persisted. "Ashley, I love you. I am in love with you. I love what is growing inside of you and can't wait to share that experience."

Ashley placed her hand over her mouth to try to prevent the sob from escaping. She turned her back to him, dropped her bags, and wrapped her arm around her waist.

"Sweetheart, please. You are going to make yourself ill," he said pulling her against him and strategically placing his open hand on her stomach. "Shh . . . sh . . .".

"I . . . I ca . . ." she tried to speak through the hiccups.

"Baby, you can do this. You deserve all the happiness life has to offer. Can you find it in yourself to trust in what I'm telling you? Please, Ashley."

"You make all of it sound so easy, so simple to accomplish. Life can be really complicated, Harry. I'm not sure you understand. You had a mother who offered her love, stability, dependability. You had lots of friends, went to school, and pursued your dream because you had the confidence your mother instilled in you."

"I know that I had every advantage. I'm constantly thankful for the opportunities. But, you have excelled beyond anything I've done because you overcame the challenges. You are far better at negotiating difficulties. Sweetheart, you just don't give yourself the credit for doing it."

"You are . . ."

"I do not want to talk about me," he interrupted. "Let's focus on you."

"Please," she said beginning to cry again.

"This is not good for a pregnancy."

"Oh god," she said slapping her hand over her mouth and running for the bathroom. When he heard her retching, he went to the kitchen to get her some ginger ale and a dry piece of toast.