Lost and Found || Punk H.S

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Harry's P.O.V

My shoulders shake slightly. "Harry," Andrea's soft voice echoes through my sleep. "Yes baby," I open one Eyes to see her smiling down at me. "I just wanted a kiss before I take a shower," she smiles widely as she mumbles out her words. Damn. "Of course baby," I wrap my arms around her, rolling her over until our lips connect in a passionate kiss. I have to remember to keep things slow since I can't do anything sexual with her. I can't say that's my favorite thing in the world, but she's having our baby and I can't argue with how happy I am.

I lay back down in our warm bed, wrapping my arms around her pillow taking in her intoxicating scent from her pillow. Right now she's washing herself I'm sure, putting on that warm vanilla smell all over her small body. The tea and mint shampoo that she puts in her hair shocks me every time I smell it. You wouldn't think it'd smell so unbelievable but damn. I fall more in love with it each time. My eyes inevitably shut, falling into a world of sleep once again.

I'm awoken by the sound of Andrea's sweet singing voice. This adorable little shit. Andrea is going to end up killing me this way I swear. My ears tune in closer, hearing some words about teen idols. Her beautiful voice echoes out of the bathroom sweetly. I could get used to this, and I'm sure I've already started to.

I begrudgingly stand up out of the warmth and walk to the bathroom. Andrea is startled by my sudden appearance, her enchanting singing comes to a stop. My arms slowly wrap around her waist from behind, my hands placing themselves over her stomach. "Don't stop," I whisper in the crook of her neck. She giggles and continues to brush out her long hair.

"You're making this awful difficult Hazza," she says as she finishes with one side. "I'll do it for you," I don't give her time to object before I grab the brush and pull her into the bedroom. I sit her in front on me on the bed. "Harry I'm only in my underwear, what're you doing," her innocent giggles drive me wild as I just now notice her outfit. The sweet pink lace finally jumps into my vision and I swallow the large lump in my throat. I clear my throat and go to brush her hair out without another word.

Andrea laughs out loud, making it difficult to continue. "What's so funny," my voice is raspier than I expected so I clear my throat once again. Ignoring her choice of clothing is much harder than I thought. "You just now noticed didn't you," she gasps out between laughs. My cheeks heat up and I scold myself internally, praying that she doesn't turn around to see them. My prayers have obviously not reached the big guy as Andrea turns around and kisses my warm cheek.

"You're pregnant babe, this should be illegal." I kiss the bare skin on her shoulder, slowly making my way up her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving me even more access. I continue my gentle assault before a knock on the door is heard. Andrea sighs as I curse under my breath. This shit always happens dammit. A small part of me is thankful though. I'm not sure how well I could've controlled myself and I don't want to risk hurting our baby.

"Just a sec," I say loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear. After Andrea slips on my white tee I open the door, not really giving a shit that I'm still in my boxers.

I sigh when I see Gemma smiling in front of me. "What Gemma?" She scoffs and rolls her eyes before speaking out. "Andrea has a visitor. He says he's your cousin and he needs to talk to you alone." She has a questioning look on her face and I turn to Andrea. "That's not possible. My parents were both only children. They don't have any siblings. He can't be my cousin," her soft voice rushes out in udder confusion as pure rage races through me.

"Stay here. Gemma watch her. Don't you fucking dare leave this room." I point at Andrea, anger taking over my actions. My mind questions whether the fear in her eyes is because of me or the man downstairs, but I could care less right now.

I pull on some of my black jeans and charge downstairs. The sigh outside doesn't surprise me at all. Dylan stands there smiling until he notices the one out of the door is me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here," I scream at him. He flinches but keeps his calm stance, infuriating me even further. "I wanted to apologies to her. I need her back," he mumbles the last under his breath and all I see is red.

"Fuck no. You'll never get her, you hardly even had her in the first place. She doesn't want to hear your bullshit and frankly, neither do I. Get the fuck off of my property." My throat will hurt tomorrow after all this screaming. Fuck it. Dylan only sighs. "I don't care what you say man, I wanna hear what she has to say."

"Never," I spit out. "Just let me talk to her damn it," he shouts at me finally. "That's not going to happen." My arms are crossed over my chest, and I strain to keep them there.

"Why the fuck not damn it," he throws his hands in the air. I laugh at his audacity and idiocy. "You fucking raped and beat her you sick fuck. There's no way you're seeing her."

"Fine, I knew this would probably happen." He pulls a small gun out of his back pocket, and I slots laugh before I realise how serious he is about this. "You're not getting to her," I hold my ground and now he laughs. "Then get in the damn car. We're gonna take a little ride." I glare at him. I can't leave Andrea alone, especially now that's she's pregnant. "I said, get in the fucking car." I give in as the gun is pointed to my head and get into his car.

Dylan keeps the gun pointed at me as we quickly drive away. "What the hell man," I sigh. "She'll come after you eventually. And when she does..."

**a/n so umm yeah I'm sorry this is really short and crappy. The next chapter will be much better I'm sure. Happy Labor Day though.

What do you think will happen?

Much love xx

~A.L**