Until You're Mine

COMPLETE**. Skye was once Harry Styles' girlfriend. But when she came over to his flat and found him having sex with another girl, she leaves. Little did she know, she was pregnant with his child. It's been a couple months since she's seen him, and while driving to work, she stumbles upon Harry. What will he think about the unborn baby? Will she take him back? You'll have to read to find out!
*Hope you like it! :)


4. Chapter four

I sat in my car and looked up at the door to my apartment. I closed my eyes and sat back in my seat. I just had to get out of there. I couldn’t believe I slipped. I wanted to wait, but now I guess that I messed that up. I ran a hand over my belly and looked up through my sun roof to the blue sky, the sun warming my face. Why me? Why does my life have to be so complicated right now? If I had never walked in on them, where would we be now? Would we still be together, with him seeing other girls behind my back? I guess if I found him now cheating, it would be much worse with my baby on the way. 

I can’t just sit here in the car forever. I sighed, shut the car off and headed up the stairs. Opening the door, I came face to face with a bouquet of red roses and a card on the counter. I shut the door and walked over, admiring the beauty of the flowers and picked up the card.

We need to talk love…
I sighed and set the note down. I moved the roses to a more sunny place in the kitchen and walked down the hallway to change into something other than my pj’s. I passed by Harry’s room and peeked in. He was asleep again, his back turned to the door. I decided to let him sleep and I went to slip into a pair of sweats, a baggy t-shirt and threw my hair up in a bun. I walked to the kitchen and started on a load of dishes to put in the dishwasher. While they washed, I turned on the t.v and listened to some snotty reality star cry about how her boyfriend broke up with her slutty ass. But after a while, I felt my eyes grow heavy and I soon dozed off.

I was back in London. Harry’s flat. Our old flat. I walked up those familiar steps, fumbled with the lock and finally managed to get the door open, when I was soon face to face with Harry, who was having sex with that slut from when I first walked in on them. As I stood there and cried, he smiled evilly at me and pushed into that whore harder, who screamed with pure pleasure.

“Skye!” My eyes shot open and Harry jumped back. “You scared me…” he whispered, turning away and sitting down across from me in a chair. I rubbed my eyes. 

“Sorry. I fell asleep.” I mumbled sitting up. We were silent. Harry was biting his tongue and staring at the floor while I pushed some stray hair out of my face. “Thank you…for the roses.” I mumbled nodding towards them.

“You’re welcome.” Harry said sitting up higher. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, looking at me now. I grabbed a pillow and played with it’s frills. 

“Because I found out a week after I left. And I didn’t want you to know.”


I looked up at him, angry again. “Have you forgotten already?” I snapped. He sighed and leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms.

“Are you ever gonna drop that subject? I already apologized…”

“It’s kinda hard to forget Harry…” I sighed. I watched him. The sun reflecting on his eyes, making them sparkle. He finally sat up and spoke again.

“Skye. I’m really sorry I did that to you. She kissed me first.”

“Why didn’t you reject her? Then maybe we wouldn’t be here like this.” I whispered.

“I know and I’m sorry. I’m a cheating asshole. I know you hate me, but, I would like to gain your trust back again.” He sat on the floor in front of me and took my hand. His touch was familiar…and painful with memories at the same time. “Please. I miss you. After you left…everything went downhill for me. For the boys. You were…are my rock and with out you, I’m just going along blindly through this world.”

There were tears in his eyes as he spoke to me. “Please Skye. I’ll never EVER hurt you again. And I would be so grateful…if you gave me another chance to prove my love for you again.”

I sighed and looked into his heart melting eyes. He really means it. “Harry…it’s gonna take a lot for me to gain your trust back. You hurt me that day, but…I’ll give you another chance.” 

He bowed his head and kissed my hands. “Thank you…” he whispered. “Thank you so much…” I awkwardly rubbed his shoulder as he sat there. 

“But, I want to take it slow. I still need to trust you again.” He nodded and looked back up at me, then down at my belly. I didn’t hide it this time. 

“How…far along?” 

“Five months a week ago.” I replied, looking down at my baby, nestled inside. 

“Can…can I touch it?” Harry asked looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. I thought for a moment, but shook my head yes and leaned back a little. He hesitantly held his hand out, almost unsure where to place his hand.

“It’s okay. It’s not gonna pop out or anything.” I chuckled. He looked up at me frantic.

“Don’t scare me!” he whined. He took a deep breath and gently placed his hand on my belly. God his hands were so warm…I had forgotten how good his touch felt. I closed my eyes briefly, letting out a small sigh but opened them again just as fast and he breathed in amazement.

“It’s…so warm.” he whispered. He placed another hand on my belly and rubbed his thumb against it. “Wow…” I cracked a small smile as we sat there.

“Is it a boy…or girl?” he asked not taking his eyes off his growing baby bump. 

“I’m not sure. I want to keep it a surprise.” I smiled. 

“If it’s a girl…let’s name it Darcy.” he whispered. I nodded. I know he’s always wanted to name his first girl Darcy, so naturally, I have to agree. “I can’t believe it..I’m gonna be a father.” he whispered, his hands shaking. “I have to tell the boys!” he said jumping up.

“NO!” I yelled grabbing his cell from the coffee table. He looked at me as if I had three heads.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. I shook my head.

“I don’t want to tell anyone just yet.” I said holding his phone tighter.

“Why not?” he asked sitting back down on the floor.

“Because…because I’m not ready to tell anyone yet.” I said. “I didn’t want to tell you until later so, I want to wait.” 

“Skye, they are gonna find out eventually.” Harry grumbled. 

“Yes. When the baby’s born.” I said. “Please. Save me this grief of telling everyone. I want to hold off on it for a little while. You are the only person who knows.”

“You haven’t told Abbey?” he gawked.

“…No. I’m one of the lucky ones where my belly isn’t so big so it’s easier to hide.” I said patting my belly. Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. 

“Fine we wont tell them…yet.” Harry said sternly. I nodded and he placed another hand on my belly, a small smile creeping across his face.
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