Little [Harry Styles]

[5]

January 19th 2015

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I had never felt so relieved as I did when I walked through the front door of the house, the familiar, comforting surroundings instantly soothing my worries. My head was spinning as the events of the past few hours replayed rapidly through my head and thoughts of what could possibly be running through Harry's head spun around my brain.

"How did it go?" My mums words were soft as they broke through the silence in the house, almost as if she was afraid to ask in fear of me breaking down.

I picked up the tea she had made me from the kitchen counter and gestured to my mum to follow me into the lounge where I collapsed on the pale sofa while my mum joined me in the arm chair opposite.

"It went better than I expected, I told him...about Isabella." I stopped abruptly, waiting for a reaction that never came. "He said he needs time to let it all sink in...which is fine, I get it."

"And seeing him after all this time?"

I took a sip of my tea and I thought over her question, truth be told I hadn't really had time to worry about seeing him again. I was so caught up in telling him he had a daughter that all the emotions I was worried may spill out from the box I'd locked them in hadn't even gotten the chance. 

"I don't know, it was weird." I sighed, running my hand through my hair to brush out the knots from the ends. "He hurt me a lot, but he also gave me Isabella and for that I'll always love him a little bit, and I mean I guess now he's going to be a part of my life...of our lives for the forseeable future."

When he'd said he wanted to be a part of her life I can't say I wasn't relieved. The thought of having to one day explain to Isabella that her Dad wasn't bothered about knowing her brought tears to my eye, and now I wouldn't have to. I wanted her to grow up with a Father figure and, while she had my Dad and Will, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it to be Harry.

I'd had all the support I needed and more from my family after I'd found out I was pregnant. It had barely been a month since Harry had left me and I was a heartbroken mess, and then the test had come back positive and everything just seemed too much. My parents practically forced me to move back in with them for a while, the house I shared with Harry being a constant reminder of memories that were too fresh to deal with. Without them, I don't know where I'd be now. 

My Mum and I had always had a strong relationship, she could always read me like a book even when I tried my hardest to hide the way I was feeling, I could always call her any hour of the day or night, and she'd always pick up, even if I just wanted to talk about something with no relation to her. When I was younger, we'd sit in my bedroom and talk for hours and hours about anything and everything, putting the world to rights between the two of us. I learnt everything I know about being a Mother from her, and for that I could never thank her enough.

When I broke the news to her that I was expecting she had broken down in tears, but promised that she'd be here for us even if Harry wasn't. And the words she spoke were everything I didn't know I needed to hear.

***

I didn't hear anything from Harry for a few days. I'd even started to doubt that he'd ever get in contact and that he wasn't ready to step up to the plate yet, I'll admit the more I thought about it the more it upset me. 

Eventually, my phone had buzzed with a text from him asking if it was possible for him to come and meet Isabella along with an apology for it taking so long. We'd arranged for him to visit later that day since we had no plans and he quickly replied with a time he'd be here. The realisation that he'd be back in this house again made my heart beat speed up; last time he was here was the day he ended everything, I just hoped today would go much smoother than that did.