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! :)

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7. Chapter seven

I trudged up the stairs to my apartment, each step aching like a bastard. It’s getting harder and harder each day at work now, and I’m more tired each day as well. I unlock the door and see all the lights are turned down low, and the small kitchen table has candles on it and plates with mac and cheese…with Harry waiting in one of the chairs. he catches my eye and gets up, smiling.

“What’s all this?” I asked shutting the door. “I know you said you were making dinner tonight but I didn’t imagine all…THIS with it!” a small smile crept across my lips as I lightly touched the single rose at my place setting. 

“Well I know you were bummed about going to work today because you were so tired, so I wanted to make dinner special! I made the mac and cheese that you love…you still like it right?” 

I laughed. “I might. I haven’t had it since…yeah.” he pursed lips together and pulled out my chair. “Thank you.” I sat down, finally relieved to rest my aching feet and tried the mac and cheese. 

“As good as ever!” I smiled as I chewed. He looked quite pleased with himself and sat down to eat. We ate in silence for a moment before he spoke. 

“Skye, I don’t like seeing you come home each night exhausted.” Harry frowned. I glanced up at him. “It hurts me! You need to be resting, not…working your butt off!” 

“Well I’m glad you are concerned, but I need to keep working to pay for my rent.” I said setting my fork down. “I just need to get used to working like this.”

He shook his head. “Skye, I see you wince as you walk down the hallway to your room each night! It kills me inside! Please quit, just until you have the baby. She’s pushing you to hard!” I looked into his emerald eyes, filled with worry. He really did care about me. I sighed and pushed my food around with my fork. 

“Alright…” I whispered. I took out my phone and began to dial her number but he took the phone from my hand. 

“Not now, later.” I want you to enjoy yourself right now.” he said smiling slightly. I returned the smile and we continued eating. I really couldn’t hide my smile that was forming on my lips. He really does care for me…

We finished eating and he took my hand and led me to the couch where we just sat and talked. “What did you do after you left?” Harry asked.

I really didn’t want to re-live those memories of crying every night in my room… confused, hurt and sick. The shock when i found out I was pregnant. The hatred towards him…

“Um…I was hurt and confused. I wanted nothing to do with you and I remember, finally feeling happy I was away from all the pressure.”

“Pressure?”

I looked up at him. “Well yeah. The pressure that was put on me. Keeping a squeaky clean image because all you crazy fans would stalk my twitter and point out every single flaw I had.” He sighed.

“You never told me…” he said sadly. 

“Well I didn’t want you to worry. You had enough to worry about with your upcoming album later on at the time and…I would have felt bad making you worry about me.”

“I would have stopped it.” Harry said sternly.

“And I know you would have.” I said smiling a little. He smiled back and looked down at his hands. “How were you when I left?” I asked.

“Broken.” he said right off the bat.”I’ll never forget the look on your face when you walked in on me. At first, I was mad that you left, but then I realized just how wrong I was. I never should have kept drinking that night. I should have listened to the boys when they told me to take it easy..”

He looked really pissed at himself, his hands were shaking as he clenched them together in fists. I placed my hand over his, hoping he would ease up. He looked up at me with shock, but all I did was smile. 

“I do forgive you Harry. It’s just…so hard.” I said quietly. He scooted closer to me and we sat there together, our hands on top of each others in the dim light of the night.

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