MINNIE (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Harry Styles doesn't know that I had his baby. All this time I've been okay with keeping it that way. I figure it would only ruin his career if I ran into his life with a kid, so I just kinda keep the whole thing to myself. I mean, I think I've done a pretty good job in the past year. But honestly, I don't want Minnie growing up without a dad. I did, and I hated it. Maybe the time has come to finally tell Harry that he has a baby girl.

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8. Eight

I pulled Minnie out of her walker and hurried to the door. When I opened it, Harry stood above me, his eyes dazzling at the sight of his daughter. His mouth fell open, but then closed again. He was able to take his eyes off of her long enough to greet us. "Good morning, cuteness."

I smiled at him. "Me... Or Minnie?"

"Minnie? Like, the mouse?" His brows furrowed. "Seriously, Stella?"

"Do not judge my child." I said, gasping lightly and kissing her head. He chuckled. 

"Hey, she's mine too." He scooped her out of my arms as I shut the door. "Well, little missy... You are just cute as a button, aren't you?" He looked into her eyes while she smiled, triggering his own grin. He followed me down the main hall into the living room. 

"Do you want some water or something?" I asked him, trying to distract myself from getting nervous. He shook his head. He wouldn't stop gazing at her little face. He stood her up on his lap and held her torso. He made faces at her and stuck out his tongue to make her laugh. She made the cutest little noises and grabbed his nose. I tiptoed over to them and touched Harry's shoulder while a flashback of my dream arrived from last night. "Are you okay?" I asked, comforting him with my touch to his back. He looked up at me.

"Mhmmm." he responded, biting his lip. He brought his forehead to Minnie's and closed his eyes. I watched him curiously and he smiled and opened his eyes again. "I can't believe I have a baby." he said, sighing and staring at her again. "She's gorgeous." 

Twenty minutes ago, I thought that this situation would be awkward. But he was very calm with her, like a natural. And I was so relieved. "What made you believe me after I showed you that picture?" I questioned. He re-positioned Minnie on his lap as I sat on the arm of the couch to hear his answer. 

"I don't know... Her eyes, they're like mine. And the hurt in your face. I just don't know why you didn't find me sooner to tell me about her." 

"Oh come on, Harry. If anyone finds out about this, your career is over."

"I don't really care."

"Yes you do. That's why I didn't tell you because you were so caught up with the singing and your tour, that I didn't want to ruin it by dropping a baby in your life." I told him, and suddenly my nerves got the best of me and hands started shaking. 

"Yeah but I wouldn't have just brushed you off."

"You almost did yesterday, Harry!" he looked at me as his eyes turned icy. He took one of my hands and rubbed his thumb across the back of it. "And I don't want to make you chose between her and your band, because I'm afraid of the answer. So I honestly wouldn't blame you if you just left us here and moved on with your life."

"That's impossible, Stella. Do you really think that I wouldn't want to see my daughter grow up?" 

"Well I don't know," I began, as I took Minnie from him and placed her her play pen. "I mean, We had only known each other for like, twenty minutes before I gave myself to you." My voice grew louder unexpectedly.

"That was your choice." He barked back, standing to his feet.

"Oh, please! It took both of us to create that! I didn't make her by myself!"

"I know, I was there." 

"My point is, I don't even know you."

"Then why don't you get to know me..." He inched closer to me until I could feel his cool breath on my rosy cheeks. He allowed a grin to flicker across his face. He dipped his face down to let his lips meet mine. 

"Don't kiss me." I said, backing away. He rolled is eyes and asked why. "Because...."

"Don't have a good explanation?" he teased. 

"I just don't really think I want to be with you right now." I lied. "Its too soon. I'll just seem pathetic. Desperate, even." 

"...But what if I'm the desperate one?" He picked my chin up and brushed his smooth lips across mine. 

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