Little Styles (On Hold until further notice)

Confessions

Harry's POV:

The boys were acting quite strange today. But, they have been for the past couple of months, just not themselves, you know? It was only at times, and it was mainly Liam, but I shook it off. Except for today, I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"We are leaving to go get groceries! See you in a little bit." Liam and the lads left in a hurry, leaving me time to think of a plan. When they were five minutes out, and I was sure they were downstairs, I went after them. After I tracked their phones (I know that sounds weird, I just had to), and I was on my way. But then it hit me, I don't need to be so blunt about all of this, I had to be sneaky. 

So, after spending an hour at the local starbucks, I knew it was my time to attack. Their phones were reading off a strange address, a house maybe? I hopped into my Audi, determined to find out.

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I had been driving for twenty minutes, humming along with whatever tune came on the radio. I pulled up to my destination, an apartement complex. Were they smoking something? I quickly shook that thought out of my head with a laugh, Daddy Direction wouldn't let that happen, now would he? 

I figured there was no way to get around this quiety anymore, I just had to be blunt. Something was going on, and Harry Styles had to find out. I banged on the door of apartement number 215, and I could distinctively hear Louis talking to someone, a toddler maybe? He kept the 'baby' tone in his voice for a whole five minutes, occasionally making the other lads laugh. It took what felt like forever to muster up the courage to knock on the door, and I was greeted seconds later by Liam, a toddler, 

And her.

The girl that I had been so in love with for four years, but shattered my chances making a stupid mistake with Caroline.

The girl with the long brown hair, and the piercing blue eyes.

The girl that had Harry Styles, of all people, wrapped around her finger.

Christina  Maverick.

She still has my heart.

'Daddy?' I heared the toddler mumble, and out Chris went, into a heap of unconciousness on the floor.

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Chris' POV: 

"Is she okay?! Oh my God!" "Harry, shut up there is a toddler in the room!" "CHRISS WAKE UP." Louis had to have been the loudest in the room, but the small one coming from a toddler about to break down was what got me up. "Mommie?! Mommie? MOMMIE!!" I could hear her little foot steps run over to Liam, as he picked her up with a huff. "Baby, come here, shh." he cuddled her into his chest, a sign to her that she was okay. 

"What the fu- poop just happend?!" Harry demanded, a petrified look on his face. (A/N: Nice save Harry(; ) "N-nnothing. I'm fine." It took every ounce of energy I had in me to stand up, only to come crashing back down on the couch. "Woah there, stay here and rest for a while, we'll put her to sleep." Liam trudged upstairs with everyone except Harry, who had a weird look on his face.

"Is there something I need to know?" Harry me an inquisitive look. I just sat there, motionless."Chris. Talk. Now. You're scaring me. Who is the little girl? Why are the lads here? And why is she calling you mum?" Wow, I never thought he would fire these questions at me so quickly, or at all.

"Well. The little girl is Isabella. She turns two today, and the boys where over here to celebrate." Okay, here comes the hard part. "Harry. Isabella- Isab-" I couldn't hold my cries in any longer. I sat there shaking, as Harry bustled over to my side. "Shh, its okay," he rubbed small circles on my back to help calm me down, to where I was able to speak again. God, I missed him so much.

 "Harry. Isabella is your daughter. I'm her mother, and you are her father. She asks about daddy so much, and it brakes my heart that I have to tell her that she only has a mum. I didn't tell you because I didn't know how to handle this, at all by myself, let alone with someone I had just gotten out of a relationship with. The day I saw you, with Caroline, I ran outside, and Niall and Liam found me. Thats why they are here today. They have helped me through all of this, because you have been 'absent'. Thats it, plain and simple. You are a dad. And its okay, you can walk right out of this door-"

"THIS IS NOT OKAY CHRIS. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?! I COULD HAVE BEEN HERE FOR YOU, FOR HER. DON'T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT OF HANDLING ALL OF THIS ON YOUR OWN, BECAUSE IT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT. ISABELLA IS SUPPOSED TO GROW UP WITH A DAD, ME! WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS. WHY LADS? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" Harry spat with eyes full of anger and sorrow, giving death glares to the now dumbstruck lads. Bella started wailing from her room, and from that cry, I could tell she was in anguish, calling out for someone. "I'll get it." Niall turned around to head up the stairs, but Harry stopped him. "NO YOU WON'T, SHE IS MY DAUGHTER." Harry went toward her room with clenched fists, and I knew I had to stop him.

"Harry, you touch her and I will sue you." Irrational, I know, but my head was spinning, and it was all that came to my mind at the time. "Liam, calm her down please." Liam ran up the stairs to a now screaming Bella, leaving Harry astounded. "DID YOU JUST TELL ME TO GET AWAY FROM MY OWN DAUGHTER?!" Harry lifted his hand to strike, but as soon as he saw me flinched, he realized what he was about to do, and he lowered his hand and started apologizing.

"Babe, I'm so sorry it was instinct I shouldn't have-" "INSTINCT?! That is your excuse?! Instinct? What, you are going to accidentaly hit Bella and say it was 'instinct'?! You know what Styles, I have survived a pregnancy and two years, TWO YEARS without you. Don't call me babe. I will never be your 'babe'. Get out of my house. Now. And never come back." Wow, I never thought I would be able to say those words, ever. It felt great, standing up for my daughter. I watched as Harry sighed in defeat, and left my home. Everyone immediately took a step towards me, as I collapsed on the ground, shaking from the tears that couldn't come fast enough. "Guys, take Bella upstairs. I got this." Liam came over to my place on the floor and gingerly put my head in his lap, and let me cry. 

Cry away all of the pain. Cry away all of the suffering, and the agony. Cry away everything that boy had ever done to me. Whether it be give me false hope in someone, or him walking out of my life when I needed him most, or maybe, just maybe, I was crying because I knew, after all of this, that I still was in love with the curly haired boy.

You still have my heart.

(A/N): Omg guise. I LOVED writing this chapter! Don't shoot, I'll make you guys love Hazzabear again in the next chapter. Until then, happy reading (: xx Claire. 

P.S. I'll post when I get to 75 reads, I think that is reasonable enough. (;