Best selling author Harry Styles is kind, sweet and charming. He's all someone would ever want and more.
Journalist and workaholic Nina Garcia is smart, caring and most importantly stubborn.
They formed a relationship.
Had a kid.
5 years later th...
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"You could always work with me."
"I don't know, Ruby. Pole dancing isn't really my thing."
"Oh, shut up. You could learn a thing or two if you come to work with me one day." She rolls her eyes.
I shake my head and sit myself down on the couch in front of us before flipping through the movie channels.
Ruby had gotten hired at a club maybe 20 minutes away from my place. She figured she'd get paid much more than the shit gas station she worked at. And she figured correctly because she was coming home with stacks of money every night. She was still dressed in her black glittery platforms, tight high waisted shorts and a bedazzled bra with a leather jacket over her shoulders. She looked amazing, no doubt about it. But honestly, Ruby could pull off just about anything.
"How's pretty boy doin'?" She asks, sucking on the bright cherry red lollipop in her mouth.
I give her a knowing look, knowing exactly who she's referencing before I respond. "Harry's doing well. We're talking a lot more."
It's been days after Thanksgiving and Harry and I had been exchanging texts and dropping of Lenny to each others houses. We haven't exactly had the time to sit and talk to each other but we'd agreed to have some dinner tomorrow at his place. He insisted on cooking for me and dropping of Lenny with Casey for the night, which I agreed to.
"So you agree? You think he's pretty?" Ruby smirks and I roll my eyes to look at her. "Are you just talking or talking?"
"We're talking, Ruby." I let out a laugh, ignoring her first question. "I'd say it's going pretty alright. We've planned dinner tomorrow and things aren't looking too bad between us at the moment."
I'm not one to talk about my sex life and I haven't told her much of what Harry and I have done. I mean, I trust her but again, I'm not one to really emphasize on my sex life.
"How do you feel about him now?" She asks, completely catching me off guard. "Months ago you didn't even want me to say his name."
As awful as it sounds, this is true.
I felt myself nearly burst into tears of sadness every-time he would be brought up. Of course, it's inevitable for the idea of him to completely leave my mind, not that I've ever wanted it to happen. But he is the father of my child after all. I know this isn't an excuse, but I was just hurts
Stupid, selfish and hurt.
"It's really hard to explain..." I start off, my breathe hitching at the thought of Harry. "He's still the same Harry that I've always known hm to be. His sweet, caring and admirable side of him is one that he's held onto and I'm glad that everything I stupidly put him through didn't effect that about him. He's way to fucking good for me. He's an amazing dad, the kindness human I know on this planet. I know that he loves me because he's told me from the start but I'm going to be honest here and say that I'm afraid to feel anything for him again."
