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.


42. Forty Two

"Happy Birthday, Gorgeous." I groaned, opening my eyes to find my lovely fiance staring down at me. He held Minnie in his arms, half asleep. "Say happy birthday Mommy!" She grumbled some concoction of words under her breath. 

"Thank you." I sat up, with Harry's help, and kissed his cheek. He handed me a cup of tea and smiled as I swung my feet around to the floor. I sipped the hot liquid quickly, noticing that Minnie had already fallen asleep again. "You jerk," I laughed, kicking his leg lightly. "Why'd you wake her up?" He kissed her head and chuckled. 

"I wanted you to wake up to a cute face." he pouted.

"Well, thank you, but you're all I really needed. Now go bring her back to bed." 

"Grumpy Mommy." Harry whispered in Minnie's incoherent ear. I rolled my eyes with a smile and shooed him off, then waited for him to return. By then, I had brushed my teeth and rinsed my face. I pulled my hair back into a pony and hugged him lovingly. "You give good hugs." he rubbed my back and huffed out a small laugh. 

"Well, its actually a double hug." I patted my belly and grinned. We went downstairs, where a table full of food was waiting for us. "No way..." 

"I made you breakfast." 

"No you didn't." I said, pointing to the envelope titled 'Georgia's Catering'. He bashfully threw it in the trash. "But thank you. It was very nice of you to do that." I kissed his cheek and sat down to enjoy my birthday breakfast. 


There was a dress on the bed, black and plain. It looked very small when I picked it up to observe. "Do you like it?"

"Um, Harry... Don't you think this is a little bit, um... little?" I tilted my head to the side as I showed it to him. "What is it for, anyway?" 

"I wanna see you in it."

"Ew no, come on. It'll show all of my fatty parts." I complained, then I gasped, realizing that he was lying to me. "Did you invite people over?!" I stomped my foot.

"Stella, it'll be fun. Come on, lets celebrate." He came closer to nibble on my neck. Although he could barely reach it anymore, he squeezed my bum. I gripped his shoulders. 

"Do I have to wear this?" I jolted as he dug harshly into my skin with his teeth. 

"Just put it on for me, yeah? And if you don't like it then you can change out of it." I sighed and pulled away from him, then started stripping out of my clothes. Then the doorbell rang. He smiled. 

"You little shit!" I whispered angrily. "They're here already!?" He ran for the door, knowing that I'd never catch up to him. I stepped into the dress and tugged it into all of the right places. It actually looked quite nice on me, and since it was black, I guess I didn't look so big. I still felt like a whale, though. I have to admit, Harry did a good job. I looked hot.

I applied some black eyeliner and mascara, along with some soft pink lip gloss. I pushed my hair back into an elegant ponytail and slipped some simple earrings in.  

I went downstairs, trying not to tumble down the steps. I looked around to see my surroundings. The boys were there, Niall acquainted by the same girl that was friends with Emily. They all hugged me and kissed me, greeting me with happy birthdays. "Hi, Stella. I know we didn't get to see each other much during my last visit. My name is Brenda." I shook the pretty girl's hand as she disconnected from the blonde boys arm. She smiled kindly at me, assuring me that I could trust her. "Happy Birthday." She pulled me into a hug, surprising me. I just thanked her, and Niall winked at me, almost thanking me as well.  There was an older looking woman, chatting with Harry and holding Minnie with tears in her eyes. 

"Oh, dear." She said, covering her mouth, her tears coming out stronger. I was taken aback, not knowing if I should approach them. Harry gestured me over and took my hand. 

"Mum, this is Stella." He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed the top of my head. I smiled at her, hating him for throwing this at me without preparation. She tried to pick up her sobs. 

"I'm so sorry. I'm a mess. Happy Birthday honey, oh, look at you! You're beautiful. I'm Anne." She took me into her embrace and cried in my ear. I was shivering in her arms, as Minnie looked at us awkwardly. She had no idea what was going on. "I can't believe I'm a grandmother." she added, wiping her tears with the small tissue in her hand. She sniffled, upset that her mascara had run. 

"Well, lets get you cleaned up." I told her, taking her by the hand. I wanted her to like me, right? I had to do something other than sit there to watch her whimper. Harry snatched up Minnie as I led Anne to the restroom. I grabbed the wipes and a brand new mascara that I'd left in there. I wiped her face, smiling politely. 

"You're so sweet." she rubbed my arm and giggled as I handed her the mascara. "You see, my husband and I just got back from our summer vacation, and I haven't been able to contact my son. He mentioned you a while back, about how you met up with him after a concert or something like that, but he didn't say much. We got back yesterday and he just threw this all on me. It was a lot to take in I tell you, but he really does love you." she babbled, trying to hold in more tears. I smirked at her. "Welcome to the family, Stella." I hugged her quickly. She handed the mascara back. 

"Oh, you keep it, don't worry I have another." Her face lit up and she stuck in in her bag as we went back to the life of the party. She started talking about her wonderful beach house and how Harry's step-dad couldn't make it because he's already gone back to work. Somehow, during our time in the bathroom, all of the food had shown up. Such a big event, just for me. I wasn't used to it. I kissed Minnie's face, who had ended up with Louis, as usual. 

"I swear I've never seen a cuter kid." she giggled. "Don't tell my daughter I said that." she tapped her nose. "You know, she should be here soon, she's gonna want to eat you up!" Anne's laugh boosted my mood, making me want to laugh too. I excused myself and answered the door, since the bell had rung again. A woman in her twenties appeared in front of me, a wide grin on her face. She seemed speechless, her hands covering her face. I felt a large figure rub up against my back. Lips pressed to my ear. 

"I see you've met my sister." Harry chuckled, opening the door wider. "Gem, don't just stand there like an idiot. Say something." 

"Oh my God." I squealed, and jumped on me. I grunted, hugging her back. 

"Easy! Jesus, she's with child." Harry said, pushing her off of me. I caught my breath and smiled at her. 

"Oops, sorry." she kissed my cheek. "Happy Birthday. You know, you don't look 18." I didn't know if that was a compliment or not, so I just ignored it. 

"Thank you." I said kindly, as Harry took my hand. "Come in." I stepped aside for her to come closer, and she gladly obeyed, kissing Harry hello. 

"I don't think I mentioned this, but you look absolutely amazing in that dress." Harry grumbled in my ear. I closed my eyes and smiled. 

"Thanks love." I kissed him quickly as he reached for my bum. I noticed that Harry's family was staring at us, giggling and cooing. I smiled at them, slightly embarrassed and stepped into the living room. I took a handful of chips, but clumsily dropped them to the floor seconds after. "I got it." I told Zayn, who approached me to pick them up. I rested on my knees and picked them up slowly. I thought I heard the door open, so I listened carefully. A familiar squeaky voice was heard, making me crush the chips to pieces. 

"Emily, what the hell are you doing here?" I looked up at Zayn, who's mouth was open in shock. He saw the mess I'd made and took my hand to help me to my feet. I hid behind his figure and kept listening. "Get out." Harry muttered.

"No." She said nastily. "I'm here to have fun. It is a party, right?" she dropped something purposely on the floor, her purse I think. 

"Who are you?" Gemma asked loudly.

"I'm Harry's girl." she giggled. I looked around frantically, realizing that I had to leave the room before I ripped her throat apart. I quietly tiptoed towards the kitchen, but her voice stunned me. "Well well well... If it isn't little miss Stellaphant." she snarled. I glared at her, and Harry rushed to my side. By now, the whole scene had caught everyone's attention. 

"Baby, darling... Stella..." He rubbed my arm in attempt to calm me. "Why don't you go into the kitchen for just a moment, and um, I'll meet you there in a second, yeah?" She was smiling, an evil smile. The one that made me want to tear her heart out. 

"Oh, and Minnie. What a little cutie pie. Looks just like her daddy." She took her from Anne's arms and my blood started boiling. Harry noticed. Minnie fussed wildly in her bony arms. 

"Don't you da-" Harry took my arm, and I slapped him away. Then I shot Louis a sharp glare and he quickly ran up to the scene. He gladly took my baby from her and trudged up the stairs, to bring her to her crib. It was late, anyway. I took deep breaths and turned around to head for the kitchen. 

"What a coward!" she scoffed, as I clenched my fists and kept walking. I hit the fridge, causing pain to strike up my hand. I cursed under my breath and bit my lip. Suddenly, I don't know what got over me, I started crying. I went back to when she called me Stellaphant. Damn hormones. I wiped my face, wondering if Harry thought I was fat. No wonder he cheated on me, he'd probably rather have a thin girl like her. I sobbed loudly, not caring if anyone heard. A curly haired boy dashed over to me and held me. 

"Stop." I wiggled in his embrace. 

"What? No, baby look at me." He took my face in his hands and watched me whimper. 

"I'm fat." I broke down again. 

"No you're not!" he chuckled, wiping my tears. "She's nothing to me, you know that." he kissed me hard and I moaned. 

"Where is she?!?" I heard footsteps coming to the kitchen. Harry bit my neck, lovingly and passionately. I held onto him as she walked in and gasped. I smiled at her, and I knew he was smiling too. 

"I don't know.. If you noticed.... Emily, but," I mumbled between grunts as Harry's nibbled at my warm skin. "I'm the one with the ring." I flashed my diamond at her and she stomped her foot. Then I pushed Harry against the fridge, making it shake and shoved my tongue in his mouth. He didn't mind, and he played along. He liked it when I took control. I tugged playfully on his curls as she stood there fuming. Eventually, she strutted out of the room, but I didn't stop. 

"Mmmm you're so hot." My lover bit my lip teasingly and I rubbed his neck. His voice was rough and raspy.

"Um..." I stumbled back from Harry's grip, wiping my mouth as Gemma waited in the entrance, astonished. 

"Sorry." Harry blushed. 

"What the hell was that, Harry?" She pointed backwards with her brows up. 

"Long story, really. And I don't feel like sharing." He took my hand and we went back to the living area, where everyone was. His arm stayed firmly planted on my waist for the rest of the night, even after we cut the cake and people started to leave. But it didn't bother me, it was cute.

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