One Night Stand {Harry Styles Fanfic} Editing!

Emily Carson, a normal 19yr old living in London. Having a wonderful life as an actress.. One night at her brothers birthday party she seems to meet a certain curly hair man (SPOILER HARRY STYLES). They end up hooking up with some unexpected issues. Will the two fall in love or fall down as the truth comes clean.


16. Last Flasback! xD

Harry's POV: *two months later*

"Okay boys, you all have to move America. " Simon informs us. Honestly I don't even care! I need to get away from this country! It was the right thing to do! I didn't need a baby in my life, I didn't need the baby mama nagging me all day! I'm not ready to become a father. I'm only 19! I mean Niall AND Liam are still pissed at me but I could care less what they think, I mean she was only a fuck buddy...But still I did feel something for her. 

I never really thought of the consequences we were both drunk as fuck, it was a drunken mistake.

"I can't believe you did this. This is the reason why Simon is making us move to America..." Niall shouts. When Niall gets mad, he gets scary mad!

"I'm too young to be a father, how do you actually know that, that kid was mine? She was drunk" I Liam. To be honest I overreacted I really didn't know how to react to that kind of news.

The words "I need you to move out." Just went into my head and I said it. I don't regret the choices that I made, I do feel remorse about me leaving her to raise a child on her own. I wasn't ready to become a father, I don't think I would make a good one either... I'm just scared.

"I blame you for ruining my love life. I finally found a girl I liked and you had to kick her family out of our lives. We all have our own lives...." Niall angrily sobs.

"I'm sorry.." I mumble.

"Even though it happened two months ago, you made a terrible mistake. I'm disappointed in you. I thought I knew you..." Liam glares at me. Liam is never like this unless its seriously bad. Which in this case it is....

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*6 Months Later*  At The Bar:

"Could I have a shot of Vodka please?" I ask the bartender. I've been going to the bar more often than I should. Family issues, other drama. I hate my life right now.

"Hey!" a girl with red wavy hair, and blue eyes walks up to me. I stare at her from down to up. She was wearing fishnet stalkings with a short black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Sexy if you ask me.

"Hello." I say politely.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Harry... And yours?"

"Bella." She answers giving me a wink. Her faced smirked up, the dimples and more freckles show on her face. Beautiful...


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