fight for us ↠ harry styles [b2] ✓

CHAPTER 1

1—Renleigh Kensington

People said I had a certain glow about me every single day. Genuinely every day. I got more compliments than I usually did which birthed the question—was I that terribly missed or were people that intimidated by my presence being back at the London headquarters?

Whatever it was, I began to grow kind of tired of it. Sure, compliments were fun. They were nice. But when I couldn't even look at someone in the eye for longer than a second because I knew that a stupid fucking grin would spread across their lips and then open to tell me how healthy and glowy I looked, that was bloody annoying.

It irritated me so much that I made the impulsive decision to get my office redone.

I know. No correlation there. But I needed something else to occupy my mind.

Plus, being away from the New York HQ, which was now under Danielle's complete control, I realised that I missed certain aspects of that office. Speaking of Danielle... it was the worst fucking thing hearing her agree to move to New York. I mean, yes, I offered her the position because Liam had some family issues that required his presence in England for a longer period of time and so I needed someone over in America but still. I felt her absence and I wasn't doing too good. I missed having someone who understood me from one look around the office.

So, another impulsive decision I made was put out an advertisement for a new PA slash EA. I needed someone qualified and experienced, no newbies like Liam and Danielle were at the start. Of course, I enjoyed training them to be how I wanted them but when the idea came about, I just knew I needed someone who could get shit done without trouble.

With Danielle being in New York, Liam off of work for an unknown amount of time, I had to have someone there. Especially now. Because I was pregnant.

Yep.

Fucking weird. I know.

Me. Pregnant. Impregnated. Cooking a bun in the oven. The cucumber went in the blender and boom. Left the seed there and now something is growing and it's growing inside of me.

I was more weirded out now than I was the first time. Although, that may be due to the fact that the last time, I didn't keep it, I got rid of it as soon as I could. This time around, I guess I was keeping it. I mean, Harry wanted a baby and I guess I could see myself with one more now than ever before. So, uh, baby Kensington one was on the way.

Well, technically baby Kensington two.

That confused me sometimes. When I couldn't sleep at night, I wondered if I should consider this my second kid or my first. Because it's the first one I'm keeping but it's the second one I had inside of me. Also, do I tell this one that they had a sibling or do I let them believe they are an only child? The first time around, I didn't actually have a baby inside of me, right? Like, it wasn't developed or grown at all. It was basically nothing in my stomach other than like a bean or something.

I don't know.

It stressed me out, though.

Everything stressed me out. A lot. And I knew it wasn't good for me or the kid or Harry. Oh, god. That man... I swear sometimes, it felt like he was the pregnant one and not me.

He made me move into his house because he couldn't bring Dax to mine but didn't want to live without the dog. Then, he bugged me every day about how we should buy a house together with enough rooms for two more kids after this one, somewhere with a big backyard and maybe a pool and definitely enough garage space for all of our cars. That then led him to think about us having to buy a new car that would fit all of us properly even though his BMW would have just been fine for now.