Harry Styles One Shot Collections

A Hookup On Holiday - (Part 4)

*Contains Smut! :)

You were picking up all of your clothes from the floor of the bedroom and throwing them in your suitcase. So many thoughts were running through your head, you felt like you just needed to get out of there and go back home. It was bad enough knowing for a fact Harry had someone else in his bed just a few months ago, but knowing he could be having a child with her was like icing on a shit cake. And to make matters worse, you were trying to defend him and support him, but he yelled at you like you were the problem. Like you were the one making everything worse.

And if that's how he felt then why should you even be there. You went into the bathroom to get all of your stuff from there when the bedroom door opened. The first thing Harry noticed when he walked into the bedroom was own neat he had looked. There weren't any clothes or shoes scattered all over the floor. The second thing he noticed was the packed bags sitting on top of your bed.

"You're leaving?" He snapped when you came out of the bathroom.

"Obviously," you snapped back throwing your bathroom bag onto your bed.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" He asked.

"It's obvious that I'm apparently making shit worse for you by being here, so I'm just going to go back home and let you deal with your little lover's quarrel without me," you said.

"Seriously? You're just going to fucking leave me here when I fucking need you, right now?" He asked both hurt and anger dripped from his voice.

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that when you yelled at me like I'm a damn dog that can be tamed!" You said.

"Oh my god, it's not even that fucking serious!" He said. "I was just trying to calm the situation down because it's already a fucked up situation and I don't need my best friend-"

"You don't need your best friend and the mother of your child fighting," you interrupted.

He didn't say anything, just stared down at the ground.

"You know... I really thought after these last few days as I more than your best friend...But it's nice to know us fucking didn't ruin our friendship," you said throwing the last item in the bag.

"Damnit... that's not what I meant!" He said. "You know you're more than my best friend, Y/N. You know that I love you and I want to be with you, which is why I need you right now. I get it you're pissed at the situation and I'm so fucking sorry for bringing this into our lives... but I just I really fucking scared right now and I need you... I just.. really fucking need you," he whispered, his voice breaking at the end as tears streamed down his face.

It was then you realized you were being selfish. You were more concerned with your feelings, you didn't even think about how he was feeling. You put down your bag and walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I'm here... I promise."

He cried into your hair as he held onto you. You rubbed his back the best you could before bringing him over to sit on the bed. He held his hand in his hands while you wrapped your arms around his arm.

"We asked her to take a test to prove she's pregnant, but she won't," he sniffed. "Mum and I contacted my lawyers and they're getting something written up to make it where she has to show us proof. Once we have that, then the next step is making sure I'm the father... God, I can't fucking believe this is happening."

"She has to be lying, Harry," you whispered rubbing his arm. "I mean why else would she be refusing to take a test. Hell, if I had proof I was pregnant with Harry Styles baby I'd frame that shit."