FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

FORTY-TWO.

NOVEMBER, 2019. CONT.

This is probably the most uncomfortable moment of my life.

Sitting in the living room of my boyfriend's baby mama while she scurries around to "tidy up." Not even a couple months ago she was sending me death glares and flirting with my other current boyfriend.

Now she's offering me something to eat or drink and laughing at the jokes I make because I feel so damn awkward.

Harry's seated beside me. He looks adorable today. Messy hair to match his tired eyes and a large sweater thrown over a collared button up. He made me paint his nails pink this morning to match the sweater. One leg is crossed over the other, the loose bottoms of his trousers brushing my exposed leg slightly.

He can sense I'm uncomfortable. The second I sat down, he knew it. So, he made a show of grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers together, and placing our connected hands in his lap firmly.

When Grace made heart eyes at him, I turned my knees to his and pressed them against his legs, scooting even closer. I put my free hand on his thigh, tracing circles into the fabric of his pants.

Eventually, Grace sits down on the chair across from the couch and grins at us.

"You guys make a lovely couple." She speaks up.

"Don't we?" I send her a tight smile.

"And don't worry, I already promised Harry that I wouldn't tell anyone. The last thing I'd want is to cause a scandal."

"Is that so?" I grit my teeth.

"What she means to say," Harry quickly speaks over me, "Is that we greatly appreciate your discreetness. We want everything to be handled privately so that when the day comes that we go public as a couple, certain parts of our lives remain private."

"How are we supposed to know you're not going to leak this whole situation? I recall you were very persistent to be seen as Harry's fling."

He clears his throat at me as a warning. I roll my eyes.

"Well, I don't want the baby to be apart of this world. And I know if they were to figure out who the father is, it'd be never ending hate. They seem to dislike anyone who isn't you." Grace says to me.

"As they should." I slyly smirk as Harry playfully rolls his eyes.

"So, we're here to talk about how things will work after the baby is born, yes?" He looks around the room.

"Yes. Shall we start?" Grace sits forward as she clasps her hands together.

"Grace and I already discussed that once it's born I'd visit her in the hospital once a day. But when they're released, Grace is going to take care of the baby here and I'll swing by a few times a week with groceries and stuff for the baby. Once the baby can travel, we'll start planning weekends or specific days he or she can spend with us." Harry explains to me.

I sit back and process this. It's not like we'll have the baby 24/7. Chances are Harry will get it at least on the weekends and that's only two days where I have less of him. Not that I mind. I can't just be latched onto him constantly.

"Okay." I nod.

"We also are gonna set something up to meet each other's parents and talk about everything."

Oh, brother.

They dated for months and she never met Anne? Harry definitely did not like this girl. And Gemma is going to eat Grace alive, goodness.