Left with the Baby. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Meet the child.

Harry's P.O.V

Deep breaths Harry, just open the door.

*Knock Knock Knock*

3 more sharp bangs on the door.

"Harry, open the door for gods sake!" Niall hissed from the hallway.

I took 4 slow steps to the door and twisted the handle slowly to reveal a bored looking girl on the other side.

"Hey Rosie, I've missed you" I greeted her, I leaned in for a hug, but she dodged it and walked inside.

"Enough with the crap Harry, I've heard it all before." Her jaw tightened and her hands balled into small tight fists.

"Look, come sit down, we need to talk.." I gestured towards the sofa, but her head shook stiffly, making her blond hair shake violently.

"No, I'm perfectly happy standing up thanks."

Her dark brown eyes darted around the room.

"We alone?" She asked.

"Not really, the boys are in their ..rooms" I glanced towards the door, which was slightly open.

"Oh, okay. Anyway, what do you want to tell me?" Rosie crossed her arms and glared at me.

"I do think you need to sit down Rosie, it's a lot to take in .."

"NO" She snapped.

"Okay okay, here goes nothing ... NOW NIALL!" I shouted.

Rosie spun round to the direction of the door, just as Niall and Louis walked out, shoulder to shoulder. She turned and gave me a questioning glance before spinning round and watching Zayn walk through the door. He gave her a quick smile before standing next to Niall and Louis.

"Okay Rosie, don't freak out.. let me introduce you to Lilly .."

Liam slowly walked in with a sleeping Lilly in his arms.

"My daughter .." I carried on.

He body froze at my words, before it began to shake. She turned her head in sudden movements back and forth between Lilly and me.

"No .." She said quietly.

"I'm so sorry Rosie"

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" Her eyes were shut closed, her mouth in a hard line.

"No, she genuinely is my daughter." I took a step forward and grabbed her hand squeezing it.

She yanked her hand out of mine and took a step backwards.

"Who's?" She mumbled.

"What sorry?" I took a step towards her.

"WHO'S THE DAMN MOTHER HARRY?" She yelled, Lilly lifted her head and started to cry.

"I'll take her into her room.." Liam said.

"Could you give us some space guys?" My back was towards them, but I heard a mumbled 'yes' before three sets of feet shuffled out of the door way.

"Do you remember Helena?" I asked hesitantly, her and Helana were.. not friends.

"Jacobi?" She hissed.

"Yes..." I mumbled before taking a seat on the sofa watching Rosie pace back a forth.

"Why?" She asked before braking down right in front of me. Her legs gave in before a small thud erupted through the quiet living room, tears started streaming down her face, her body shaking violently. She was bent over.

"I was drunk! We wer'nt together then, I was with Helena.."

"You have a child Harry, you're 18. WE'RE 18, where does this leave us?"

Her body was shaking, I slipped off the sofa onto the floor next to her, pulling her onto my lap. This time she didn't pull away, she gripped onto my t-shirt and cried.

"I don't want to lose you Harry!" She cried out.

"I don't want to lose you either Rose, but you have to understand how hard this is for me!"

"You don't want us to be together any more do you?" She lifted her head from my chest and looked me straight into my eyes.

"It's not that simple Rosie!" I put both my hands on her shoulders.

"It's pretty simple to me, you don't want me any more do you?" her head bowed.

"You deserve the best, but I'm not the one to give it to you."

"But you are, I love you.."

I brought my lips to hers slowly, moving my lips with hers. Her hands came up to my hair and her grip tightened I pulled away, even though I could have kissed her lips all day.

"I fell in love with you. Simple. It was your eyes, your laugh and your smile. I loved the way you curled up into a ball when you slept, and the way you seemed to enjoy talking to me. I loved the kisses you planted on my lips everyday. I fell in love with you, simply because you're you.."

She kissed me again, this time just a peck on the lips.

"Then let me help you, I want to stay and help you through this Harry"

If only she knew what she was letting her self into, I have only been a father for two days and I can already feel the strain. It makes you feel tired. Like you're struggling your way through life. Yet, it makes you happy, because you can now share all the wisdom and love your parents taught you, to somebody else.

"This isn't how I planned our life would be Rosie." My hand found its way to one of hers, while the other one went into my pocket pulling out my wallet.

"It isn't how anybody would have planned our life, but we're together. That's all that really matters now."

I let go of her hand and opened up my wallet. Inside I had everything, from cards, receipts and money. But the best thing in there was a photo strip. Me and Rosie. Our first date. It was black and white, taken at a bowling alley. We were 16, we felt happy. I always look at the photo when we argue, it's makes me realise how far we've come. How many obstacles we've overcome, yet we're still together. Rosie was smiling in each one, yet they were all different. One one she'd be laughing at a face i'd pulled. On the next she was smiling at me while I kissed her nose. The next one she was pulling a face, but still smiling. And the last one.. was my favourite. We were kissing, but smiling at the same time.

I placed the photostrip into her hands.

"I can't hurt you, Rosie"

"It's over isn't it?" The tears started to flow down her face and dripped onto the photo-strip as she gazed at it.

"They say it takes a few seconds to hurt somebody, but years to repair the damage... I don't think I can ever repair what I've done to you." Her head was still bent downwards.

"And there's nothing I can do to change your mind is there?" She already knew the answer, the way she said it was more like a fact, a fact she knew she couldn't change.

"No, I'm sorry."

She slowly stood up and walked towards the door before pausing and turning round to face me.

"Take this back, I wan't you to remember me." She placed the photo-strip back into my hands.

"And remember Harry, the happiest people don't have everything in life... They just make the best of everything."

And with that she left.

I broke down as soon as she walked out that door.