Wings ~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 33

Summer's P.O.V.

Blood was rushing through my veins as Harry sped to the local police department. My heart was pounding, feeling as if it were going to burst at any given time.

I watched closely as Harry gripped the steering wheel tightly, almost too tightly as his knuckles turned white.

"Another kid, Sum," he muttered through, gritted teeth. "Really?"

Words couldn't seem to fit the situation I was in. The thought of having another unknown child terrified me to a point where I was beginning to think I was a whore in college.

The look on Harry's face was a constant reminder of how real my issues were. I could possibly have two children that most likely don't have the same father.

My mind was swarming by now and we hadn't even reached the police station. It felt like hours had passed rather than minutes. What would we do if the boy wasn't, in fact, my son?

The ideas pooling in my head bounced me from one idea to the next as I tried to wrap my head around this problem.

Harry probably would want nothing to do with me if we did indeed uncover the ancient artifacts of my high school and college years. If my assumptions were true, I would force him find a new wife that could carry out his idea of the perfect woman.

The day I met Harry was the day my innocence kicked in. I tried so hard to get Harry to spark an interest in me and that was partially why I was so nervous for these damn DNA tests. God only knows what will happen.

"Summer, we're here," Harry notified me after opening my door.

I nodded softly, consuming my internal feelings. The walk to the entrance was more nerve wracking than the walk down the isle, in my opinion. The clatter of my converse matched my racing heart as we approached the glassy door.

Harry held it open for me just like he had held open the car door. I was bracing myself for the worst, but hoping for the best possible outcome. However, with my luck the kid would end up being mine and Harry would dump me for another chick.

"Mrs. and Mr. Styles," an officer proposed, holding out his hand for Harry to shake. He accepted the gesture and the man did the same to me.

"The situation seems a little unexplained on my part," Officer Darlin began, "You see the boy hear said he was running away from his abusive mother and stopped here. He says Harry is his father." The man stopped in front of an oak wood door and pulled out a set of keys, unlocking the door.

My feet felt like they were glued to the floor. Officer Darlin swung open the door to reveal a teenage boy who was about thirteen. His chocolate curls were identical to those of Harry's. He lifted up his face to reveal a pair of gray eyes, but unlike most gray eyes his were warm and welcoming.

"Mason."