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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18. Eighteen

I drove up to William's house to find my mother sitting on the curb, probably feeling pathetic and worthless. She noticed me and picked up the car seat. When she got Minnie settled in the back, she joined me in the front. She gazed at the dashboard, blocking out the entire world. I looked at her tired wrinkles that had spread across her face and her exhausted frown. Then I saw a darker looking streak just above her cheekbone. She let out a shaky breath as I rested my cold hand on hers. "Do you wanna talk about it, Mom?"

"Not really. I was just ...stupid to stick with him for so long."

"Why? Did he do something to you? And why in the world would he take your car?"

"He just..." She got choked up before she could finish her sentence. 

"Mom, has he been hitting you?" I wondered, taking at better look at the mark and then exposing the obvious bruise by tucking her hair behind her ear. "Mom." I repeated, louder this time. 

"Only once or twice. I'm fine though, really." she nodded and I looked at her with wide eyes. 

"You can't just let him do that. You can't let him control you that way! You have to be independent... You have to be-"

"Would you stop talking to me like I'm a kid! I'm done with this conversation, Stella. Now just drive."

"I'm only trying to help." I shuddered. 

"Well I don't need your help." she scoffed, and crossed her arms. I angrily took the car off of park and stepped on the gas. 

~

We got home safely and ignored each other for hours. Minnie was asleep when I went into my mom's room. "I'm gonna stay at Harry's tonight."

"No you're not."

"What?" I questioned.

"You don't TELL me that you're staying at Harry's... You ASK me if you're allowed to stay at Harry's. Because I'm your mother and you are the child."

"I'm not a child."

"You're seventeen. And you are living under my roof so yes, you are a child."

"How can I be a child if I have my own child?"

"The only reason why you have a child is because you weren't smart enough to think before your actions! I'm pretty sure that makes you a CHILD."

"Really, Mom? Now you're giving me the lecture? The same thing happened to you when you were sixteen. You got pregnant while you were living at home. You were-" 

"Just go, Stella." A moment of silence passed as I glared at her.

"Are you kicking me out?" she didn't respond. "What the hell are you kicking me out for?" Just then she took out a nail file and started scrubbing her nails. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I left her room, making sure to slam the door and got a bag to pack. I stuffed the bag with a good amount of our belongings and set Minnie in her car seat. I securely strapped her in and bitterly swung the large bag on my shoulder. I hung the diaper bag on my other shoulder and trudged out the door with my heavy load. Then I went straight to Harry's hotel.  

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