Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 37.

Songs:

Ariana Grande- Little bit of your heart.

Ed Sheeran- Drunk.

One Direction- Happily.

The Vamps- Another World.

 

"Harry, you are drunk." I tell him and I am about to slam the door in his face but he puts his foot between the door and stops it.

"I really need to talk to you, it's important." He tells me. He looks at me with a pleading look, and I give in.

"Fine, but we have to talk out here in the hallway because Dean and Gemma are sleeping inside." I tell him whilst closing the door behind me. I am tired of standing so I slide down the wall and sit on the floor.

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask him.

"Is Gemma mad at me?" he asks while, sitting beside me.

"She's not the happiest about it, but I think she is madder at you because you're not willing to be there for the baby." I tell him.

"Oh..." is all he says.

"Was that all you wanted to talk about?" I ask him, as I am about to stand up, he grabs my arm and pulls me down again.

"No." he tells me and leans in closer to my face.

"No, I am not going to kiss you. You are drunk and you're not even going to remember this tomorrow." I tell him.

"Fine, but the important thing I wanted to talk to you about is. I am still in love with you, and I want you back!" I look at him in disbelief, is he joking with me right now. He can't be serious.

"You know I am still pregnant." I tell him, just to make sure he knows.

"Yeah, I know but I don't care. I want you and that's all I want."

"You know that if you want me, you get the kid to. It's not like I am going to just dump her because of you." I  tell him.

"I know that."

"What are you doing?" I ask him, I feel his hand going up under my shirt.

"I just want to feel her." He says. I just let his hand lay there for a while.

We just sit there in silence, I don't know what to say or do. Is he really serious, does he really want to be with me after everything that's happened? I am really confused. I want to believe him, but then there's the thing that his drunk right know, his not sober. What happens tomorrow when he wakes up, will he remember or forget about everything he just said.

"I love you." Harry whispered to my stomach.

"And I love you too." He tells me.

"Why should I believe you?" I blurt. For a second he looks hurt and I start to feel guilty, but that stops the minute he starts to speak again.

"Because ' a drunken man's words is a sober man's thoughts.'" He says to me.

"If that's so, then come knocking on my door at 12, tomorrow. To show me that you really want this." I say as I fling my arms around my body to show all of me.

"Fine." Is all he says as he stands up and goes to his flat.

Well that was weird, first of all I did not expect all that and know the way he was leaving. I really hope he doesn't screw this up. I really need him and I want him. I miss everything we used to do. I even miss the tiniest little things that he used to do, like when he didn't like something I had made he would always wrinkle his nose and tell me that he loved the food.