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.


34. Thirty Four

"I don't want you to leave." I whispered, kissing my lover's jaw. He smiled.

"I know, darling. You'll see me soon though." he squeezed my smaller figure. Harry was leaving in the morning, and it was my last night with him. He waited as long as possible, and tomorrow is the band's premiere on the show. 

"Why can't you just stay here with me..." 

"I'm sorry. I feel horrible. But you know that I love you and Minnie more than anything, right?" I nodded, and he kissed me. Then he cupped my bare bum and pulled the white duvet over us. I sighed into his chest. "I'll miss you." he huffed, kissing me again. I caressed his face and grinned sadly. "Oh I forgot to tell you, management says that Nikki's gonna point you out tomorrow. And they want me to lie."


"They want me to tell her that you're an old friend that I found here. That Minnie is you're kid from a previous relationship. And during my visit, we became a bit more than just friends."

"That's ridiculous." I scoffed. "I mean, if that's what you have to do..." 

"I don't know. It just seems wrong to me." he sighed, and dropped the subject. "Get some sleep." I tugged on his curls and closed my eyes, feeling safe in his embrace.  


"Say bye to Daddy." I encouraged, leaning Minnie towards Harry. She kissed his puckered lips and he attacked her with smooches. His sunglasses slid down his face and he pulled away to push them up. She laughed and touched his face gently, and he snatched her out of my hold. 

"My beautiful girl." He put his forehead to hers and she nibbled at his nose. "I'll see you soon. Yeah?" she smiled and made a gurgling noise in response, her bright eyes gazing up at him. Then he kissed her one last time and handed her back to me. I sat her on my hip and sniffled back the first tear. "No... Stop." He pulled us into his warmth. "Don't, Stella." he whispered in my ear. 

"I can't help it." I whimpered. 

"It's only a few weeks, Babe. We'll be together again before you know it." he kissed me quickly. "I love you." 

"I love you." I planted a fat kiss on his smooth cheek, and observed him as he strutted down through security. He didn't look back until he was on the other side. I smirked at him, placing my free hand on my stomach. He blew a kiss when I picked Minnie's hand up to wave at him. A warm fuzzy feeling overcame my being as his dimples revealed themselves, his little ringlets sticking out of the edge of his black beanie. I watched until I couldn't see him anymore, and he disappeared. 

I twisted my ring on my finger and sighed, then wiped the tears and kissed my daughter's head. Then I scurried back to my car. 

Only to cry the whole way home. 


Minnie was resting on my chest that night, her eyes focused on the television. I flicked to the channel where Harry and the boys would be interviewed and stroked her soft brown curls. 

"Welcome to the Nikki Gebber Show. Today One Direction will be joining us on the set, and I'll be interviewing the boys about their latest tour, relationships, and their dedicated fans." Nikki said cheerfully. "Let's get started! Come on out boys!" The five of them hopped out , only one of them catching my attention. Then the most amazing thing happened. 

"Dadda." Minnie shouted, lifting her head. I sat her up and gasped as the conversation on the tv started. 

"What did you say baby?" I asked excitedly, wanting her to repeat it. "Say it again." But she remained quiet. "Who's that, Minnie?" I pointed to Harry on the screen. 


"Oh my God!" I yelped, kissing her face. "Good job, sugarplum!" I hugged her and she said it over and over and over again. 

"Dadda. Dadda. Dadda!!!!" 

"Lets watch Dadda." I told her, pointing again. She stuck her hand in her mouth and observed. All of a sudden I saw a picture of me blown up on the big screen of the set. I was walking towards the hotel that Harry was staying at, pushing the stroller. Then another appeared, of Harry and I at the restaurant from the day at the beach. And a third of him and I at the airport this morning, with his head against Minnie's. There was also a close up of my engagement ring. 

"So... Looks here like you've got yourself a woman, Harry." he smiled, obviously feeling uncomfortable. "Does the kid belong to her?" he nodded. "What's it like being in a relationship with someone who has a child? Would you say that you're the future step father? I see that the lucky lady is wearing a gorgeous ring on her finger."

"No. Not step father." he said, shaking his head. His jaw was clenched, but he still managed to chuckle. 

"And why not? It looks to me like you care about her a lot, almost as if she were you're own. Look at that photo! It's precious!" 

He hesitated before he spoke, looking down at his feet. "Well that's actually because she IS my daughter." My mouth fell open and a smile was wiped across my face. "And we have another baby on the way. But before you say anything, I don't exactly care what you have to say about it. So lets move on." He said, looking at her dead in the face. The boys stood quiet, absorbing the awkwardness. Nikki panicked, looking extremely embarrassed. Then they continued on with a new topic. Harry looked into the camera, and it was almost as if he was intentionally doing it for me. I grinned widely, and squeezed Minnie, without noticing that she'd drooled all over her shirt. I went to my room to change her, and I couldn't stop smirking. 

Man, I love him.

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