Left with the Baby. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Meet the baby.

***Harry's P.O.V***

Hey baby, have a good day today, good luck on the results! :)

Phone in my hand, I smiled at my text my girlfriend Rosie had sent me. My smile didn't last very long though, in a matter of minutes it was wiped off my face. I was anxious. Today's Tuesday. My A level results day. I had no idea if i'd done well, I'd revised so much, haven't seen my friends in almost 4 weeks. Lets just say I wasn't the brightest of all teenagers. Between doing my exams and having them marked was a world of possibility's, I could fail. I would end up working in the local supermarket serving all my friends who've graduated and have jobs and families.

"Stop being stupid, you've passed" I told myself.

I had to pass, I HAD to get four good results, that's all I need to get into the university. Get out of this small town, maybe with all my friends. They were smart enough to get in, but not me. I had to really try. Positive thinking, that's all I need. My friend Louis always told me believe it, and that belief might make it happen, that's all I had to do right? Believe i'd get the results I wanted. And I would get them. I go off to the best drama school in England. My singing career would start, and I would do it with my four best friends. That's what I wanted anyways, my sister Yvonne wanted it as well, she'd told me that as soon as I go off to university she would get my room. Having never graduated from school, being 20 and still living with her parents isn't going very well for her. I didn't want to end up like her, and I vowed I never will.

"Harry! There's somebody at the door! Would you get it, im in the bath!" My mum yelled from upstairs.

Maybe it was the postman? He might know just how important this letter is and want to hand deliver it to me,  my whole future was depending on a slip of paper.

The doorbell rang inpatiently again, somebody was pressing on it. Not letting go, just letting the annoying ring of the bell sound through the house. I started to run through the house, edging closer to the door. The doorbell stopped ringing just as a threw the door open.

It wasn't the postman.

It was Helena.

I just stared at her, with big bulging eyes. It took me a while to realise that she wasn't alone. I stared down at the bright pink buggy beside her.

"Hey Harry."

I couldn't speak, all I could look at is the baby in the buggy.

"Could I come in?" Her voice rung through my ears as my head snapped back up to look at her.

"Erm .. yeah, sure, come in.." I muttered. I stepped to one side and let Helena push the buggy into the house, I closed the door behind her, frowning. She stood infront of the buggy and looked at me, biting her perfectly red lips. Her bright blue eyes staring at me, waiting for me to speak.

"You can go through to the living room if you want" I gestured to the open door at the end of the hallway, even though she knew where it was. She'd been her before.

"Thanks" Helena pushed the buggy into the living room where she parked it next to the window. What was she doing here? I hadn't seen her in a year and a half!

"Whats with the baby? Are you looking after it for somebody?" I sat down on the arm of the chair, furthest away from the baby and Helena.

"You could

say that.." She looked back at the baby and then at me before taking a seat on the armchair.

It was an awkward silence until the baby started to cry, I used this opportunity to eye her. She look a hell of a lot different. She was a lot skinner, on the verge of being anorexic. She was dressed in tight light green jeans with a white frilly top on with a white cardigan over the top. Her hair was now past her shoulders and a dark black. Completely different to the blond she had it last time. I couldn't say she wasn't beautiful anymore, if anything she had got even more beautiful.