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! :)


1. Chapter one




I thought I knew him. I tried to forgive, tried to forget. But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t. I ran down those steps, each one farther and farther away from those once sweet memories, turned ugly from one single action. I tried to ignore his cries and pleads as I got into that cab. I wanted to get away. As far away from him as I could. Far away from that life I was living. And I did.

I went back to America and started over. I moved into an apartment with my best friend, Abbey, who lives upstairs from me and we work together in a small diner. I left England, and all its beauty behind. I still see him everywhere I go though. Not in my mind… literally.

He’s always on the news. Along with his four best friends. Stories about their upcoming album and tour, and stories about how he’s not doing good.

I finished pouring my cereal in a bowl and settled myself in front of the t.v very carefully, trying not to disturb the growing baby in my stomach. His baby. As I swirled my cereal around in my bowl with my spoon, another story came up about him. I turned it up and listened. They were saying how he got into a fight and was kicked off the set of their music video shoot. No word from him now, but the crew and his band mates are fed up.

I sighed and tried to ignore the anger bulding up inside me. I heard my cell phone buzz in the other room and rushed to get it. “Hello?”

“Hey. It’s Abbey.” she said. I walked back to the living room with my phone pressed to my ear. “Did you hear?”

“Yeah.” I said sitting back on the couch.

“Do you want me to come over?” she asked, sympathy in her voice. I smiled to myself. She worries about me to much.

“You can if you want.”

“I’ll be over soon.” and she hung up. I listened to her foot steps thundering down the stairs outside and stopped at my door. I opened it for her. Her hair was messed up and she was fixing her baggy t-shirt.

“Did you just wake up?” I laughed, shutting the door behind her as she plopped on my couch.

“No, I was just to lazy to get out of bed this morning.” she said, watching me as I sat down. “How do you feel about Harry?”

I shrugged my shoulders and stared into my now soggy cereal. She’s the only one besides my parents that know I dated him. She’s doesn’t even know I’m five months pregnant with Harry’s baby. The bump is so small, I barely noticed it until a month after I left.

“He brought this upon himself. I have no sympathy for him.” I replied.

“You never did tell me what really happened between you two.” she said grabbing a pillow and holding it close to her chest.

“I told you, it’s complicated.”

“But we’re best friends. I want to know so I can help you better.”

I sighed. I’m still not telling her about my pregnancy. “He told me he loved me, we had sex…and then a week later I found him in our room with another girl. He was slightly drunk but that’s no excuse. I left that same night.”

She sat there dumbfounded. “You had SEX?!”

“Yes Abbey.” I said sitting back on the couch.

“Did you use protection?”

“…yeah.” I lied.

“That’s good.” she sighed. We were silent for a moment before she got up. “Well thank you for telling me Skye. Are you still coming to work?”

“Yeah…” I said. “I’m just gonna lay down. I feel a little sick.”

She nodded. ”See you at one thirty then.” she said before leaving me. I sighed, placed my bowl in the sink and crawled back into bed.

Even though I hated Harry, I was still worried about him. After I left him, he started drinking more than he did and once showed up to a concert drunk. His record label’s fed up and I don’t blame them. So are his friends. I still keep in touch with Louis and Niall sometimes. Louis texts me asking me how I’m doing being on my own and Niall asks me the same.

I remember, all those times we spent together, happy. Sunday’s snuggling up next to each other in sweats and t-shirts in our small flat, watching movies and just being in each others arms. Sundays were the days we spent together always. He always did his best to make time for me. He would take me shopping to spoil me, and out to lunch. All those times he told me he loved me, and that I was the most perfect girl in the whole wide world, and that he wouldn’t trade me for anything in the world. And I believed him. That was my mistake.

I didn’t realize I was crying until I heard violent sobs escape my lips. I clutched my pillow tighter and cried. I haven’t cried this much since that first week I left him. I buried myself under my covers and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up to my phone buzzing again. I groggily reached for it. “Hello?”

“Hey. I’m reminding you to get up. We work in an hour.” Abbey said and hung up. I threw my phone on the floor and groaned. I really didn’t want to go to work today, but got myself up and jumped in the shower. I let the warm water hit my face, washing away all my worries. I dried myself off, ran to my room and threw on a t-shirt and running shorts. The perks of working in a small diner? Not making that much of an effort because you end up getting food all over yourself.

I dried out my hair, threw it up in a pony tail, put on some eye liner and mascara and checked the time. Twenty minutes left. Not bad. I sat down on my bed and checked my phone. I had 3 messages, all from Louis. I responed to him and we had a lengthy conversation.
Louis:  hey skye. did you hear?

Me:  yeah. this morning.when did that happen?

L:  it actually happened a few days ago. managment wanted to keep it
quiet but it got out.

S:  oh. 

L:  yeah. he really misses you skye.

S: * sigh*

L:  i know its hard. it is for all of us to. we are really worried about him. 

S:  i dont have that much sympathy for him right now. he made that mistake
and he needs to learn.

L:  have you talked to him?

S:  no. not since…the break up. I haven’t told Louis that I’m pregnant with Harry’s baby, or the other four either.

L:  I have. he’s gone. he said, “I need to make things right with everyone.”

S:  why?

L:  well management cancelled our tour until he can get his act together. then he left. we don’t know where he is.

S:  about time. i hope all goes well with you guys. i’m leaving for work so ill talk to you later

L:  alright skye :) ************

I left work around seven thirty. It was raining out so the roads were quiet. I loved the rain. I don’t know why, it’s just calming. I wonder where Harry went. I’m sure he’s fine. Their management wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him, even though he’s driving all of them crazy. I noticed a figure up ahead. He didn’t have any coat on, and he had his head bowed. I recognized that figure from somewhere…I know I did.

As I approached him, I slowed down slightly and looked out the window. My eyes met a pair of green ones that sent shivers down my spine. I knew those eyes. I stopped the car a little wase up and jumped out. I was crazy if i was doing this.

“Harry!” I yelled, gasping a little at the force of the rain hitting my shoulders. He turned his head up. His eyes are that same shade of green that would make me weak in the knees. He stared at me in suprise as I approached. I wrapped my arms around my middle, hiding the small baby bump.

“What are you doing?” I yelled over the rain.

“I…I can’t believe it’s really you…” he whispered. He reached for my hand but I pulled away. “No please Skye. Listen to me.”

I looked down at my wet shoes and prayed he wouldn’t spot the small bump.

“I never ment to hurt you in that way. I’m so sorry. I was drunk and I had no clue what was going on.”

I shook my head. ”It’s gonna take a lot more than that Harry.” I said glaring up into his eyes.

“I know. And I came here to find you. I figured you would fly back to your home, so this is the first place I looked.” He came here to find me? I was in shock.

“I want to make things right with you.” he reached for my hand and took it tenderly. I looked back up into those shocking emerald eyes. I wouldn’t give in that easily.

“It’ll take a lot for me to trust you again Harry. You really hurt me…” I whispered. He nodded. “But, we need to get you out of this rain”. I led him into my car and drove home.

Inside, I put his duffel bag on the couch he was carrying and threw his wet clothes into the wash while he changed. I set up a warm blanket on the couch for him as I heated up some hot water for tea.

I must be fucking crazy, letting him in my appartment and life like this. Should I tell him about the baby? No, considering I don’t know much about it myself. I don’t know the sex of it so I won’t bother.

I hear the bathroom door shut and the soft padding of his footsteps as he walks into the living room. He sits down on the couch and wraps himself in the blanket, as I bring the tea over to him.

“Thanks.” he says taking it carefully. I sat down on the other end of the couch, as far away as possible. “So…why did you come here?” I asked.

He set his mug down on the coffee table. “I came here because I wanted to make things right with you. I was happy with you and I want to make that happen again.” I shook my head. “I know I hurt you Skye. I do. But I was drunk that night. You have to believe me!”

“Thats no excuse.” I shot back. “If I was drunk, I would never have done that to you. A relationship is about trust and commitment. And frankly, I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

He bowed his head and stared at his hands. “I know.” he whispers.

“Then why did you do it?!” I yelled. He was about to speak but looked up at the ceiling. I heard Abbey running to her door, down the steps outside and before I could get up to meet her, she burst through the door.

“What is all the-” she stopped mid scentence when she spotted Harry. “Oh my god…” she whispered. He looked at her, then back at me before she pulled me outside and slammed the door.

“WHY IS HE IN YOUR HOUSE?!” she whispered loudly. “I THOUGHT HE CHEATED ON YOU!”

“I found him walking along the streets in the pouring rain.” I said crossing my arms around my body.


“Abbey. Calm down.” I said. She took a deep breath and leaned against the door. “I don’t think he has anywhere to go so, I’m gonna keep him here for a few days until I can get him a hotel and out of my hair.” I said. “The last thing I need on my mind is him right now.”

“Why did he even come here?” she demanded, peering through the window.

“He said he came back here to make things right with me again. I told him, that might not happen because he really hurt me.” I replied looking quickly at my stomach.

She sighed and opened the door. Harry’s head shot up and looked me in the eyes with question. “Harry Styles. I’m Abbey, Skye’s best friend. You hurt her and if you do it again, I swear you will feel my wrath.” I groaned and slumped against the door while Harry snickered.

“What’s so funny?!” she demanded. Harry eyes her pants.

“I can’t take you seriously with those duck pj pants your wearing.” he chuckled. I looked down at her pants and tried to hide my smile. She’s had those damn duck pants since freshman year when we bought them for her as a joke.

“MY EYES ARE UP HERE!” she yelled throwing her hands to her face, pointing furiously. He laughed some more. “Don’t. Fuck with me Styles.” she growled before storming out the door. I shut the door behind her and hid my smile the best I could.

“Theres that smile I love.” Harry said softly setting his empty mug on the coffee table. I turned to him, a little bit of a glare on my face and he held up his hands defensivley. “Sorry.” he said smiling. I sighed and picked up his empty mug.

“Do you have to pester?” I groaned setting it in the sink and filling it with water and soap.

“I couldn’t help it.” he chuckled. 

I sighed and started turning lights off. “Your bedroom is next to the bathroom on the left.” I said going down the hall.

“Why are you turning the lights off? It’s like, 10:00.” Harry groaned getting up. 

“It’s time for bed. Like now.” I replied shutting the door behind me before he could protest. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and crawled into bed pulling the covers up as close to my chin as they would go. Even though it’s the end of August, it can still get chilly here in Maine.

That whole ordeal WAS funny, but I’m not giving into him that easily. His sparkling emerald eyes and cute smile wasn’t gonna pull me in…

I placed a hand lightly on my small bump. “Your daddy’s got a long way to go…” I whispered to it. I wished I was my baby. Small, innocent to the world…and I wouldn’t feel this pain and know how much of a prick Harry is.
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