Our Story

(Sequel to London) Harry and Dalis have been dating for almost about a year and they've had their ups and downs but they're now in the city of love and will spend the entire summer together and hopefully the rest of their lives. This is their story.


21. Our Daughter's Name Is-

"Emma!" Harry shouts from the kitchen. He's been bouncing baby names with me for the past month.

"You said that one like last week. It's too common." I say from the extra room we have in our house, cleaning it for my parents to come. I'm now 5 months pregnant and you can start to feel the baby kicking.

"Fine, fine. What about Catherine? Abigail?"



I leave the room and walk to Harry. I place my hands on his shoulders and look him in the eye. "Babe. We'll find a name soon ok? Relax we've got 4 months before she comes." I give him a kiss and Harry holds me close, my stomach getting in the way.

"You look beautiful." He says.

"Oh stop it!" I say and push him away.

"What? I'm telling the truth, you're glowing." He says in his husky, raspy, British voice.

"Thanks." I say sarcastically. He probably means it but I wasn't really in the mood. My mood swings are getting kind of uncontrollable. Yesterday I bitched out at Harry for not having sour patch watermelons. He went to the store and bought 3 packs for me. While he was out I realized what happened and I cried. He came then came home.

"Dalis, babe. I have sour patch kids for you. Watermelon. The ones you love. Have you been crying?" He asks sitting next to me on the couch.

"I'm sorry Harry. I can't control it anymore. I didn't want you to go out and buy them, I'm sorry. I love you." I say and Harry wipes away my tears. He pulls me into him and hugs me.

"It's ok, I would swim around the world looking for them for you, anything you want." He kisses me.

"You wouldn't swim?" I laughed.

"Of course I would. I mean I don't actually want to...." He smiles.

"I love you." We share a kiss.

"Harper!!" Harry says sitting down, breaking my flashback.

"Who?" I give Harry a confused face.

"Harper. Our daughter. Harper Lorraine Styles. What do you think?" Harry looks at me.

"Harper Lorraine, Harper Lorraine..." I repeat the name under my breath to see if I like it.  "I actually like it! Harry you're a genius! Our daughter's name is Harper Lorraine!! I'm so excited!" I saw and Harry kisses my head.

We call up our friends and tell them that our daughter's name is Harper. We decided to wait until my parents arrive in 3 months, and then we'll tell them.

I go to into the kitchen to start making dinner. I grab a plate from the cabinet and when I get down from my tippy toes to flat foot Harper decides to give me the biggest kick in the world. The plate drops from my hand and smashes on the floor, shattering.

"DALIS?" Harry comes running in with a sense of worry on his face. Meanwhile I have one hand on my back and the other on the kitchen counter, bending my knees a little to make the pain go away. "Dalis! Babe, what's wrong? Are you ok? Come here." He takes my hand and we carefully make our way over to the living room.

"I'm fine. Harper just decided to give me the biggest kick. Shit that one was rough." I say smiling but getting over the pain.

"Do you need a doctor?" Harry asked getting on his knees, stroking my thighs.

"No, hahaha I'm fine. I just wanted to make dinner was that too much to ask?" I laugh.

Harry chuckles back, "Not at all, let me make dinner. Mac & Cheese?"

"Alright. I'll be in here if you need me." I kiss him and hold him closer than just a casual kiss. I whisper to him, "Thanks for being so concerned." I smile and he nods.

Holy shit! That kick was so painful!

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