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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My head snapped up as I looked around. I'd fallen asleep in the bathtub. My black dress was thrown on the floor, and my skin felt like raisins. Harry tapped on the door and stepped in without a response. There were bubbles perfectly surrounding my body, and all I could see was a small section of my belly. "I was looking for you, I thought you had disappeared." He swiped his hand across my wet hair. "I think this is the most adorable thing I've ever seen." He laid his large hand on the tip of my belly, making me giggle. "I'm sorry about what happened tonight, Stella." 

"It's alright, I still had fun. Thank you." I kissed him gingerly and sat up out of the bubbles. Then he backed away to get a towel, while I slipped around the tub. He helped me up, and wrapped the warmth around me. He assisted me out and guided me to the soft rug just a few feet away. I was shivering as he fluffed my hair with a smaller towel. "Harry I need clothes." 

"Why don't we just sleep naked?" He chuckled with a raspy tone. 

"I'm freezing." My teeth chattered, ignoring his joke as I danced in the chilled atmosphere. He scurried to the bedroom, and returned with one of his large shirts. I dropped my towel, and he threw the material over my head. I reached up to kiss his nose and his mouth lingered near mine, breathing out his warmth. I smiled, waiting in agony for him to kiss me. 

My lover teased me, taking me by the hands and leading me to bed. We got to my side, where he lifted me up and sat me on the cushion. He left one small kiss on my jaw, making my eyes close in anger as he drifted away. I got under the covers while he temptingly strided to the other side of our grand king sized bed. I took this time to swing my hair into a bun. We met in the middle, where we pulled me in his arms, nudging at my neck slowly and painfully. I hummed, gripping the hot bare skin on his torso. I smiled when he pressed his lips to mine, and pulled away, just to kiss him again. "You're so beautiful." he assured me. I hummed again in appreciation and snuggled into his neck, leaving tiny smooches on his throat. He secured his arms around my waist and sighed. 

"I love you." I whispered, wondering if he heard me. 

"I love you more, cupcake."

"Cupcake? That's a new one." I huffed out a laugh into his hard chest. 

"It fits you." He kissed my head. "Go to sleep." He rubbed my back to lull me to sleep, remembering how I had complained to him earlier about my pain. My eyes drifted closed and I was out like a light. 

~~~~~

The crazy thing is... Minnie's birthday is only 3 days after mine. My original due date was on my birthday January 26th, but she decided to come late. On January 29th.

"Happy Birthday, sugarplum!!!" I said excitedly, as soon as she opened her eyes. She kicked her feet happily and I picked her up. 

"I heard it's somebody's birthday... again." Harry joked, standing at the doorway. "My love..." he said in his baby voice, taking her from me. She squeezed him anxiously, as she did every morning. It's almost like she only likes him these days. I smiled to myself at the silly thought and watched as he walked down the hall with her. They babbled to each other about stupid stuff, I heard something about goats, and then about chocolate milk and then a couple of blahs and lalas. I laughed at them and Harry turned around to find me cracking up. "We are having a very serious conversation, Mommy." He blurted, with wide eyes. I laughed harder, almost peeing in my shorts. He laughed too, enjoying the amusement. 

We already had the entire downstairs decorated with Minnie Mouse stuff. We brought her downstairs, and let her open a few presents while I made pancakes. I looked out the window, and a thin layer of snow was falling. It was freezing outside. I giggled, now knowing why Harry's mum went on such a long 'summer' vacation. She probably hates the cold just as much as I do. 

A few hours later, I changed Minnie into a polka dotted dress and put little mouse ears on her. Oh, she looked so cute. Harry took her downstairs, because the boys were here already, and I got dressed. I wore a flower print dress with beige sandals. I probably looked fat, but right now I didn't care. I put half of my hair up, and left the rest to fall over my shoulders. 

When I joined the group downstairs, I gave them all hugs and kisses. Brenda was here again, I guess her and Niall were a 'thing' now. I was kind to her as well, knowing that she wasn't so bad after all. Gemma showed up later on, with a guy. Harry seemed bothered by this, and didn't even say hello to him. He was covered in tattoos and wore a snap back to cover his light brown hair. He kind of reminded me of Mac Miller, even the tone in his voice. I wasn't rude to him, because I didn't want to embarrass Harry's sister. The curly haired one kept shooting her dirty looks, and I would hit him in the gut whenever I noticed. "Leave her alone." I whispered in his ear. 

"This is a gathering for a one year old." he barked back, still managing to use his whisper voice. I rolled my eyes, and Gemma called me over. I gladly approached her, and felt Harry's eyes burning through me. 

"Stella, is Harry alright? He seems... Different today." 

"Oh, he's fine. He's had a bad headache all morning." Anne came up behind her to greet both of us, and the subject was dropped. I had to excuse myself, because the cake had arrived. I thanked the man at the door and took the large box. I brought it to the kitchen, wondering if I should put it in the refrigerator or not. As I opened the box to take a look, a warm body pressed against mine. I smiled, as I inhaled, ready to smell my lover's delightful scent. But it was different, in a horrid way. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and cigarettes. I covered my mouth, almost gagging at the slightly familiar smell. I turned around quickly, my belly nudging against the abdomen of Gemma's guest. I gasped, and he smiled at me with his crooked teeth. I thought he was going to hurt me, so I backed up as much as I could, and he trapped me against the counter. "Please, get away."

"But why, gorgeous? You look mighty fine in that dress." He bit his lip, trying to seduce me, but it made me want to hurl. I'd make a scene if I cried for help, so I stood there, afraid. I wiggled in his touch trying to escape. "Quit it." he furiously said to me, making me jump. I shut my eyes, remembering William's words. 

"She told you to get away." I heard a familiar voice, but I didn't want to open my eyes. "So I suggest you do what she says. Because I'm sure Harry wouldn't have a problem kicking your ass." It was Louis. He'd threatened him, but the guy didn't let me go. "Hey Haz, can you come here for a moment?" Lou shouted, but by now, the mysterious guy had his eyes locked on me again. Louis knew that I didn't want to start a scene, but when I looked at him with my scared eyes, I guess he'd had enough. Suddenly, the guy was ripped off of me and slammed against the wall. "You son of a bitch." he spat in his face, and I saw Harry in the doorway. 

"What the hell just happened?" I was still trying to catch my breath when the creepy guy threw the first punch. Louis got him down in a headlock, and Harry pulled him off. "Lou, come on." He grumbled, causing Louis to loosen his death grip. The man dropped against the tiled floor, wide eyed. I was sure that my face was pale, and when Harry looked at me he said, "What, tell me." I was going into a weird shock phase, as the flashbacks of William flickered through my brain. "What the f- wha... Stella." he was confused as he saw my body get weak. "Her lips are turning blue." He cursed under his breath as I gasped for air and tried to speak. Louis put a glass of water to my lips, and I drank. I let out a sigh, as the blood rushed back to my head. I had no idea what that even was. Harry grabbed my face. "Look at me." I felt a tear drip down my face and I pushed him away. 

"I have to pee." I lied, and strutted to the bathroom. He just followed. I closed the door in his face and sat on the closed toilet, and he walked in. He knelt in front of me, and brushed my cheek with his thumb. I whimpered. "Did he touch you?"  I turned my face. "Talk to me." he said firmly. 

"It was nothing, Harry. My hormones are being stupid." 

"No, don't lie to me, Stella."

"Stop, I don't want to make a scene, it's Minnie birthday, we shouldn't be in here. We should be spending it with her." I fumbled with my fingers. "Just tell him to leave."

"So he did touch you?"

"No, he just scared me." I kissed his cheek. "Go." I stood up after he left, and went back to the kitchen, where Louis stood alone. His lip was bleeding. "Damn, I'm sorry." I told him, wetting a small towel from one of the drawers. 

"It's not your fault, Stella." He laughed. "You didn't punch me." I pressed the cloth against his mouth, causing him to hiss and pull back. 

"Thank you, for doing that." I told him, bashfully biting my lip. 

"You're like a sister to me, I just didn't want him hurting you." I could sense it in his eyes, he knew what William had done to me. "Harry's my best mate." he added. 

"Do you..."

"Shh." he hugged me quickly, and snatched the towel from me, walking away with it pressed to his lip. 

I stood there, stunned. I wasn't even mad at Harry for telling him. I actually didn't blame him, he need someone to talk to besides me. And I trusted Louis, I mean, look at the way he cared for Minnie all the time. And what he just did was something that I never thought he'd do for me. His words were kind and warm. And I was grateful for him. 

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