Your feet are freezing. Raw from walking in the pouring rain wearing nothing but an old pair of sneakers. Your teeth chatter, your body shakes. You walk slowly, barely moving. As you approach the large gate entrance, you break down. Your sobs become hysterical.
Harry sits comfortably in his leather chair, enjoying the quiet time he rarely has. His eyes scan the page of a book, stopping briefly to take a sip of whiskey. He puts the glass down, but his fingers run around the brim of the half filled glass. He continues his actions until he hears the sound of the door bell.
The wetness of your hoodie weighs down your arm as you go to ring the bell. Your finger lingers over the button as you contemplate whether or not you are doing the right thing. You take a deep breath, and push it. After a minute or two, you begin to lose hope. This was a stupid idea. He'll never feel the same way. What were you thinking? You stupid, stupid, girl. The water works start again, the tears burning down your face. You turn your back to the gate, wanting to walk away, but not quite ready to.
Harry slowly walks to the door, wondering who would be out at a time like this. He cautiously pushes the call button. "Hello?"
You whip your head around. Practically running to the intercom, despite being completely soaked. "Harry. It's me."
His eyes widen, as he looks outside to see you standing in the rain. He grabs the closest umbrella. Slipping a pair of shoes on, he runs outside to meet you.
The gate opens. You walk slowly. Suddenly, the feeling of cold rain is replaced with the feeling of a warm arm wrapping itself around your waist. He probably just feels bad because I am soaking wet. He is just being sympathetic.
He can't even imagine the reason you are here right now. He shakes the umbrella free of water and steps into the house. He turns around, to see that you are still standing outside the door. "You're dripping wet! Did you walk here? Are you crazy? Come inside." His face frowns as you lift your head up to meet his eyes. He notices your usually bright eyes are dull. They are bloodshot and puffy. Your cheeks are tear stained. He knows that you have been crying.
He walks closer, towering over you. His eyes burning into yours, making you feel smaller and more naive than you already are, considering the slight age difference. "I'd prefer to stay out here." You say timidly.
He has only known you for a couple months, and you have been on a couple dates, a few that continued on through the night. But him being almost nine years older than you troubles him. Of course he had been with younger women, considering his profession, but something about how innocent you were made him feel a little uneasy about it going any further. After all, you are only twenty, trying to put yourself out there in the world of modeling. But, he had let it get out of hand. He couldn't control himself.
"And why might that be." He questions. His voice is stern, but his eyes shadow a hint of concern.
You finally break. It's too bad you can't control your emotions or when you cry, because you start to bawl.
"Because," you blubber, trying to speak despite your hiccuping sobs. "You will hate me."
You answer so quietly, he almost doesn't hear. But he feels his heart suddenly becomes heavy, and full of sadness. He pulls you in, through the entryway, and into his arms. He squeezes you tightly, hoping that it will reassure you.
With your hands against his chest, you push yourself away. As soon as you turn your face away from his gaze, his hand grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Just tell me." He responds.
You find yourself back in his arms. His hand holds the back of your head to his body, keeping you safe in his embrace.
"I'm pregnant."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant Harry! God! Is it that hard to understand?" You yell into his chest.
"Are you sure?"
"You're kidding right? It's not that fucking hard to figure out."
He places his chin on top of your head, rubbing your back. "Okay," he whispers.
"Okay? What does that mean? What about your music and your future?" You are almost furious.
"I don't know." There is a slight pause in his words. "You are my new future."
He slips out of the embrace, and leads you to the living room. He sits down on the couch, and pats the spot next to him. You lean into his warm body. He doesn't seem to mind your wet and cold one. He begin circling his thumb on your thigh, and suddenly, the feeling of sleep rushes over your body.
He eventually snaps out of his thoughts, and hears your shallow breathing. He picks you up carefully, and brings you upstairs to his bed. He carefully begins to undress you, as you begin to stir in your sleep. "Harry?" Your voice cracks. "I'm just changing you." He whispers. "Okay."
You close your eyes, and lift up your arms as he pulls the shirt over your head. He moves your sleepy body towards the top of the bed. Your head hits the pillow, and all your worries disappear.
"Goodnight," Harry says softly. He kisses your forehead, and walks to the doorway. He glances back, thinking, she's only a baby. And now she is having a baby.
That night, as he lie awake, sitting in his chair, just as he had been before his life had become ten times more complicated, he promised himself he would try his absolute best to protect his future, and love his baby, and you, unconditionally.
Hey! Sorry I haven't been here in a while. It's summer and I went on vacation to Europe for a couple weeks so I was busy. But thanks so much for the reads and votes! It means a lot. I hope you like this one.
Harry sung "You're Still the One" with Kacey and now my life is complete. Like are you SHITTING me Styles, are you trying to kill us all? Also, when he does that smug little smirk during "Woman" I literally squeal like every time and he totally knows what he is doing.
