I guess life comes with complications. Complications are a part of life. I just don’t understand how things could be this complicated. I mean, 1 year later I was single. That one year was the worst year of my life. But one thing did happen. For 9 months I had a baby in my stomach. An alive baby. For six months now, I have walked around with a baby in hand, She wasn’t just a baby though, She was a little girl, a beautiful girl named Bella. But the bad thing to that is that she has to grow up without a dad. I know who her dad is. But how can I trust him enough to tell him about the baby. But I know that as Bella gets older, I will be forced to trust him. Because I don’t want her living a lie like I did.

"We have decided to make the two of you date" My mother's said pointing to Harry then back to me. My eyes widened at what she had to say. She had a smile on her face, one that I wanted to wipe off her face. I looked to Anne who was agreeing with my mother. I can't even look at Harry. I can't describe how much I dislike him. "You can't choose who I date" I snapped at my mother finally having the courage to stand up to her. Anger flashed across her eyes. "I do have the choice of who you date and I choose Harry. Im not going to let you go and date someone like your father" She replied back at me. "Just because your love life didn't work out, doesn't mean mine won't" She pulled me by the wrist and into the kitchen. "You will date him, got it?" She said fiercely. "Whatever" I snapped walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Who the hell does she think she is? Oh wait, My Mother. And that is how 18 year old Ashley Underwood started having a relationship with the famous Harry Styles.