Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

Chapter 13: Harry

A/N there is no love triangle between Hazel Harry and Azeelia. Harry loves Azeelia and the feeling goes both ways. Hazel is just doing her job to an extreme extent, in the proccess upsetting the couple. Harry has a soft spot for Hazel undeniable beauty, but he doesn't love her.

DID YOU GUYS HEAR THE LEAKS OMFG THE BESTEST .

SHORT IM SO SORRY SO SORRY SO SORRY

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I woke up overwhelmed by warmth. Like where it's so warm you kind of go numb. Maybe I was burning alive? Deep in the pits of hell, suffocating due to the amount of smoke.

But I am not.

I peeled my eyes open slowly, a mob of blonde hair in my view.

Niall?

No, that hair is curly. Beautiful blonde ringlets.

Azeelia.

I buried my head into her amazing smelling hair. Taking every second to in grave this memory in my mind, the memory of overwhelming love for her.

She shifted from beside me, wriggling her swollen body. I smiled and kissed her cheek. Even her cheeks smelt good, it was soft too. Like a piece of silk, wrapped in Velvet. The good kind of velvet, not the one that makes you itchy.

"Harry, that tickles." Her voice surprised me, it was raspy and cute. She was probably referring to the fact that my nose was scraping her neck.

"Sorry, babe." I whispered, she giggled.

"Lets go get some food, yeah?" I asked her, she nodded. I jumped out of our ultra warm bed, extending my hand out to Azeelia. She laughed and took it, I pulled her right out of bed and into my arms. She smiled and leaned her head against my chest. I kissed the top of her head. She put her smaller feet on top of my larger ones and I walked us out of the room and into the hallway, we waddled into the kitchen where everybody else was. Azeelia laughed as we entered the kitchen.

"Good, morning!" Liam said, shoving some eggs into his mouth.

"Did you guys make us breakfast?" I asked, staring at my bandmates and Hazel expectantly.

"We didn't make you any." Zayn said, taking a large sip of coffee.

"Rude," Azeelia muttered stepping off my feet. "I don't want eggs anyways. I want, IHop! Pancakes with chocolate chips! Harry, wanna go?' She asked, a wide smile etched acrossed her flawless face.

"Totally." I say, mirroring her expression.

"Ok, let's get ready." Everybody turned to Hazel.

"Excuse me?" Azeelia snapped.

"It's in the contract that Harry can't be in public without me, me being his girlfriend. Therefor I have to come." Hazel explained, her violet eyes glimmering.

"Um, I don't think that's a great idea Ha-" I started.

"No, I don't want to be fired. I have to come." And with that she slipped down the halls and into her bedroom.

"I'm not so hungry anymore." Azeelia muttered. her head hanging low. I frowned, reaching out to her, she dodged my plea.

"Azee," I started. She looked up at me, her brown eyes were like an explosion of hurt, confusion, and love.

"No, no, it's okay. If I eat I'll just puke it back up again, anyways. You can go though." She said, trying to fake a smile.

"What if I go get it and we can have a date here?" I asked, hopeful that she'd say yes.

"Ok." She agreed, standing on her toes to peck my lips quickly before hopping away. I threw on a jumper I found by the coat rack and sat at the table with my mates.

"Management sure doesn't like you," Niall stated, taking a large bite of his BLT.

"You can say that again."

"Management sure doesn't li-"

"Harry I'm ready." Hazel interrupted. I rolled my eyes and turned to her, forcing a Smile.

It's not that I didn't like Hazel, I just didn't like her job, and the fact that she took my babies' name.

"Ok, let's go."

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The walk to IHop was horrid. The paps followed us the whole way, I had to show a minimal amount of PDA and they shot questions at us like bullets.

I walked into the apartment 2 take out bags in hand. I smiled at the boys and made my way to Azeelia and I's room. I opened up the door, and Azeelia was sitting on our bed with Niall's beats on her ears, humming to a song, eyes closed. I chuckled and set the bags down, walking up to my wife and kissing her softly. She jumped back and screamed while I laughed. I watched as she ripped the beats off her ears.

"Hash tag rude." She said, her face turned into a friendly sneer.

"You're so cute, pancakes?" I say, bring the bags to the bed.

"Ohh! Yes please!" She begged, adjusting her seating position. I laughed and sat down in front of her, unpacking the bags. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree when I pulled out her pancake with a chocolate chip smiley face, strawberry nose, and whip creamed boarder.

"My favourite!" She squealed, cutting a large bite and shoving it down her throat.

"Lady like," I commented, taking a bit of my toast.

"Thanks babe." She smiled. We ate in silence for awhile, having a conversation with our eyes, laughing at her whip cream and chocolate covered face.

"What about baby names?" I mumbled, eating yet another piece of crisp bacon.

"Well, Hazel is out of the question." She murmured, looking down at her deformed happy face.

"I agree,"

"Devon, Lacy, and I guess, Darcy." She said, fighting the smile on her lips.

"Darcy?! Really!?" I exclaimed jumping with excitement.

"Yeah, I guess so." She smiled.

"Finally! So how 'bout Darcy Devon Styles? Oh, or Darcy Lacy Styles, no that sounds awkward." I mumbled, biting a hunk of my omelet.

"Whoa, slow down. We still have," she counted on her fingers, "six months!" She exclaimed hold up her hands.

I chuckled, "Five months," I corrected pushing the hand that held the extra one away.

"Oh, I was never good at math." She said with a shrug eating more pancake.

"Almost done?" I asked laying against the headboard, my stomach right with food.

"Yeah," she said, putting her plastic plate in the garbage.

"Get dressed," I ordered.

"Why?" She asked, picking at her thumb nail.

"I'm taking you out." I explain, climbing off our high bed.

"I'd rather not spend the day watching you kiss your girlfriend." She grumbled, a frown taking place on her soft features.

"That's why she's not coming. And, she's not my girlfriend, you are." I smile, kissing her lips.

"I'm your wife."

"No, your my everything. Girlfriend included." I smiled at her again, taking her hands in mine.

She blushed, looking down at our entwined hands.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"Get ready!" I demanded, pushing her off the bed.

"Okay, okay!" She giggled.

"Be ready to sneak out." I whispered, bounding out of the room.