The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 29

Harry's POV
Finding Out

   I was sitting on the couch playing a video game while listening to RJ and Baker bicker in the kitchen like an old married couple.

   "That's too much flour! It's going to be too thick." Baker yelled at RJ.

   "You know, just because your name is Baker doesn't mean you actually know how to bake."

   Baker looks offended. "Of course it fucking does. Just like your name is Reese and you love Reese Cups."

   "That's not even remotely the same thing." RJ argued back.

   "Yes it is, you just don't want to admit you're wrong."

   "Either way, the amount of flour I poured into here is fine."

   "Sure, if you want everyone shooting powder out of their mouth each time they take a bite."

   "You know what-"

   The doorbell ringing interrupting what was sure to turn into a food fight in the middle of our kitchen. Both of them stop and look at me as I pause my game.

   "Either one of you expecting a late night call?" I ask, knowing no one was at the door for me.

   They both look at each other and shrug. "Not unless it's a surprise call, to which we will never say no to." Baker says, causing RJ to laugh in agreement and they high fived like high schoolers.

   The doorbell rang again and so I sat the controller down on the coffee table and walked over to answer the door.

   To say I was surprised to see Della standing there would have been an understatement.

   "Della?" I ask, making sure my eyes aren't playing tricks on me.

   "Hey Harry," she says and rubs her arms up and down her arms against the winter chill outside. "Can I come in?"

   I step back and allow her the space inside, having no idea what the hell she's doing here. If it had anything to do with last time..she had to know that was a mistake and a one time thing. There would be no repeats.

   "How have you been?" She asks, as she takes in the expanse of our apartment.

   Baker and RJ stop what they're doing and freeze as they realize who the hell is standing in our living room.

   "Della Sanchez?" Baker asks, and looks at me in confusion. "Not that it isn't..nice to see you. But what the fuck are you doing here?"

   "Same thing I'm wondering." I say and cross my arms across my chest.

   "Um.." She twirls her fingers together nervously and looks around. "Could we talk in private somewhere?"

   I shake my head no. "Whatever you need to say to me you can say in front of them. I'll just tell them anyway when you leave."

   "Okay..if that's what you want." She takes a deep breath as if to steady herself. "I'm pregnant."

   Complete silence is heard in the apartment.

   "Congratulations?" Baker says, causing RJ to snort.

   I never did tell either one of them what happened that night when I went to the bar alone. They had no idea what significance that had to do with me.

   "How do I know it's mine?" I ask her, ignoring the two goons in the kitchen.

   "I haven't slept with anyone else since you, and before you it had been like 6 months." She shrugs. "I'm 11 weeks."