Left with the Baby. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Alone

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

Those words on the page. I'm a father. Its supposed to be the best time of your life finding out you're going to be a dad, but as I didn't know about my child and my ex-girlfriend practically just shoved her over to me. I guess you could say I haven't really warmed up the whole idea yet.

I kept looking into Helena's eyes, but her expression didn't change. I didn't speak. Couldn't speak. I couldn't even think, not over the sound of my beating heart.

I waited and waited for her to tell me it's a joke. For her to tell me shes kidding.

But she didn't.

It can't be true .. can it?

But then I remembered, that one damn night. The night of my friend Jake's party. I'd drunk far to much, but so had Helena. So had everyone.

I remember the night in snapshots in my mind. Helena and I had only been going out 3 weeks. We had been nicknamed 'The couple of the year' as we hit it off straight away and were practically inseparable.

We drank.

We danced.

Drank some more.

Kissed.

Drank.

Danced

Kissed a lot more.

Somebody had told us to go get a room. So, for a laugh we did. I remember Helena making me carry her up the stairs. A bottle of vodka resting on her lap. We went into a random room where I threw her onto the bed, we drank some more. And kissed.

More snapshots.

It had been the first time for both of us.

"Oh my god ..."

My eyes set on the sleeping figure in Helena's arms. Her brow curly hair in a mess on her head. Just like mine. The more I looked at her, the more I realised how the child looked like me.

The brown curls on her head.

Her nose being the same shape.

The way her eye lasses were long, the way mine had always been.

And then the way she looked like Helena.

Her blue eyes that were now shut.

The colour of her skin tone, it was tinted a light brown making her look like she had a nice sun tan.

And the way her lips were a light pink colour naturally.

"Are you sure its mine?"

Helenas lips tightend. Her blue eyes narrowed at me. Her whole expression hardend into stone.

"I don't sleep around Harry. I've never been with anybody but you!" She said it with such bitterness.

We glared at each other.

"I didn't come here to argue Harry, I swear that wasn't my intention at all."

"Then why are you here?"

Helena ran her shaky hand through her black hair while holding Lilly in the other one.

"I need to talk to you, but Im running out of time."

"I don't understand what you're saying"

I didn't understand this whole situation, Helena had walked back into my life and thrown a bomb on it. A bomb that was sleeping in her mothers arms.

"Why didn't you have an abortion?" I suddenly asked. Was that rude to ask a mother?

Helena looked at me and shrugged, a shrug that was meant to mean very little, but combined with her expression, showed the opposite.

"I thought about it, I even booked an apoitment at the hosptial for it done. But when the time came .. I couldn't do it."

"Why not?"

"Because when it was time, Lilly never felt anything less then real to me. I couldn't kill her. I just couldn't Harry."

"What are you doing here though Helena?"

She looked at the baby and back at me, staring at me. I felt her eyes seep into my soul and back. Like she was thinking something through.

"Can I just step outside for a fag quickly?" Helena blurted out.

"What? No, tell me why you're here."

"Let me just have a smoke first, it calms me down."

Before I could say anything, Helena handed me a sleeping Lilly, and took a cigarette out from a packet shoved in her jean pockets. She quickly walked out the door, taking her bag with her.

Minutes past, 10 .. 20 minutes. No sign of Helena.

I walked outside, with Lilly still in my hands and saw no sign of Helena. Just a piece of paper under a rock.

It was my results, but with a note scribbled on the front.

Take care of our baby, you'll be fine. Breath. Im so sorry, I just couldn't do this anymore, tell her I love her and that im sorry to.

Helena x

There were tear stains all over the envelope.

Walking back into the house, closing the door with my foot. I entered the living room with Lilly and placed her in the buggy. She yawned and then wriggled around before finding a comfy position. Whereas I walked over to the wall furthest from her and slid down the wall. I tore open my letter.

I looked down at the sheet of paper.

Four A-stars.

Across from me the baby started to cry.