Pressure // Charmony Spin-Off {discont.}

{ c h a p t e r o n e }

[an; Cristen is above/on side bar and is played by Max Irons enjoy]

{c h a p t e r o n e }

|h a r m o n y|

"What the fuck?!"

I took a decent size step back, as well as Cristen, leaning into his touch when his arm wrapped around my body. My father store at us angrily. His eyes a wild green and his face turning red.

"I-I'm pregnant," I mumbled.

"Both of you are still kids -"

"W-We're responsible adults," Cristen interjected.

"You still stay at your parents!" My father yelled.

I knew he wouldn't like this, and now I really wish I would've waited and told him, but it's too late for turning back now.

"But see, we're looking for a flat, and - and we're getting married. It'll fall into place," I protested.

"You're going to raise a child in an apartment?" He sneered. "Harmony, I know you're smarter than that."

I felt a ping in my chest as tears welt in my eyes. My mother hit my fathers arm.

"Now Edward, it was their decision and they are adults -"

"They aren't adults until they move out my house," he spat.

"Well, what are you going to do? She's pregnant now. Are you gonna make her get an abortion?" My mother asked, raising her eyebrows at my father.

He stood, rather abruptly, his chair scraping across the floor, and then he silently left the dining area, stalking off somewhere in the house. I walked into the kitchen to avoid pity stares and Cristen followed.

"He'll come around. He's your father," he said.

"Exactly, he's my father," I cried into his chest. "I feel so stupid."

"Hey, no. Harmony, you're anything but stupid. Edward, he's just upset because he wants you to stay young. That's all."

"You think so?"

"I'm sure of it. Aren't all dads just automatically built to never want their daughters to grow up?" He joked.

I laughed at how lame he was and planted my face in his neck, thinking back to when this all started.

{f l a s h b a c k}

Cristen and I had been dating for five years. That's quite a long time considering we were only sixteen when we started dating. Not many college grade relationships actually last. But now we're twenty-one; both of us in university, majoring in music and we're happy so that's great.

"Hey, baby."

I felt arms snake around my waist as I wrote the special on the chalk board stand in Costa. I already knew who it was.

"Cristen, stop, I'm at work," I laughed, though it came out more as a giggle.

He tucked his face in my neck, leaving little kisses. "So, you don't need this job. Your parents will practically hand you money."

"Mum maybe, but dad no. He said, all the time, you need to work for your money if you want to feel like you've gotten somewhere, and that's what I want."

"Have you told your mum that your dads still alive yet?"

"Nah. He told me not to. He wrote her a song, of course, and is gonna swoon her at an award ceremony they are having in his honour."

"Oh, cool."

"Mhm."

"I was wondering, would you like to have kids with me Harmony?" I started to choke on my saliva, taking him by surprise as he furiously pat my back. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just choking," I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes and sat in one of the bar stools on the counter when I made my way back to the till. He looked at me with raised eyebrows and I sighed.

"Think about it. We'll be married, nice house," he said,"a baby."

"I don't know. We still have another year of university. We don't have enough money for the wedding, let alone, to raise a child."

"Ask your parents for the money," he said as it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"No, I'm not asking my parents for money. Ask yours!"

"My parents aren't multi-trillionaires," he whisper-yelled back.

"I'm not asking my parents for money, and that's final," I said before turning to a costumer. "Hi, welcome to Costa. I'm Harmony, can I take your order?"

"Yeah, uh, can I have a - actually, what do you usually have? I've never been here before," the man asked.

"Well, the chocolate croissant is our speciality, but I think the ham and cheese biscuit and the hot chocolate is the prize winner for me."

"Alright then, can I get that, and maybe your number?" He smirked and I shook my head, holding up my left hand.

"Engaged," I said, giving Nicole, one of the food people, his order.

"I don't see him here. You?"

"Yeah, right here," Cristen said, making the guy jump and take a step over. "Back off my fiancé, mate."

"Y-Yeah man. Sorry."

I silently laughed and handed the man his food. He didn't even say anything; just handed me his money and left. Cristen rolled his eyes and I placed my hand over his, which was on the counter.

"Is little Cristen jealous?" I teased, pinching his cheeks.

"Psh, no. You wouldn't leave me for him," he said.

"I wouldn't leave you at all, darling."

He smiled at me and winked, "tonight, we should go on a date. Anywhere you want."

"How about Costa Coffee? I heard they have good hot chocolate," I smirked.

He chuckled. "Of course m'lady, of course."

{ e n d o f f l a s h b a c k }

And later that night, a baby was conceived, to say the least. Cristen was happy, I was skeptical, but happy, and I guess that's all that mattered. That we were happy. As of right now, I don't know how I feel.

Aliby walked into the kitchen, glancing at Cristen and then quickly looking away. She never liked him. I don't know why though.

"Daddy, wants you, Mony."

I nodded, biting my lip. God, I'm not ready to face this man. I walked into the living room where he was and he had frown lines printed on his forehead. Did I really do that? He pointed a finger at me and said,

"You have Saturday, and I want you out my house."

[ and so it begins happy birthday zayn stay sexy
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