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.


39. Thirty Nine

"Thank you." I told the medic, who'd finally finished fixing my stitches. He smiled at me and shook Harry's hand. After showing him out, the curly headed boy followed me to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and he just looked at me. 

"Can we talk?" he said innocently. "No yelling or fighting?" 

"Mhmm." I said, my voice sounding perky. "Go ahead." 

He didn't expect me to allow him to speak first, so he hesitated. "You have every right to hate me. I wouldn't blame you if you walked out right now." I hopped up on the counter and kept sipping. I saw his fist clench. "But I'm gonna fight for you until I take my last breath." I bit my lip. But then I realized that he was with this chick before I got into the accident. And I remembered what he'd said in the hospital. The things about how he'd never let me go and he wanted me to be happy. I couldn't just pull him out of my life. He was right, I've never loved anyone so much before. Maybe all he needed was one more chance. "You deserve better, I know you do. But if you jus-"

"I know." I stopped him. "You'll change if I give you one more chance. Right?"

"Please, Baby." He actually dropped to his knees and begged me. He planted little kisses on my knee as I accidentally tangled my fingers in his hair. I shut my eyes when we wrapped his large hand around my calf, and started pushing him away as I landed on my feet. He remained on the floor, his big eyes gazing up at me as I cupped his chin. His face was at my belly now, and there were tears streaming down his face. I wiped them. "Don't leave me." he whispered, completely desperate. I'd never seen him this way. He's always been so manly and passionate, not guilty and sheepish. I gasped as his hot lips kissed the spot where the bare skin on my abdomen showed. He kissed over and over again until I picked his head up and and smashed my lips onto his. I noticed then that that was the first time our mouths had made contact since my day at the hospital three days ago. I sucked on his lips harder and climbed his body. He held my thighs and pushed me up against the wall seductively. He pulled away for air and nudged my nose with his, smiling.

"I swear to God you're not getting anymore chances."

"Mmmm I love you so much." He hungrily chewed at my skin, his damp cheek brushing against my neck. "Jesus, I want you." I giggled, still not knowing how much I trusted him. He squeezed my legs and nipped at my breast. I held on to him tightly, my love for him exploding in my heart. I kept giggling, because wherever he touched me, it tickled. I squirmed and wiggled. "Stay still." he chuckled. 

"Wait, Harry." I said, breathing loudly. He stopped and looked up at me. "Are we really gonna do this in the kitchen?"

"So what? The boys left and Minnie's asleep." 

"I don't know if I wanna."

"Why not?" I slid down his body, allowing my feet to touch the cold floor. "Hmm?"

"My... My stretchmarks are coming back." I blurted with a sigh. 

"Pfft. I don't care." He picked me up bridal style and brought me upstairs to our room. He ripped my shirt off as soon as he placed me on the bed. "You're beautiful." he whispered, biting my shoulder as I clawed at his back. We went all night, completely infatuated with each other. Feeling one another's body heat. We hadn't been intimate in so long, I couldn't stop. "I love you." he kept telling me, over and over again. He didn't expect me to say it back, but he continuously reminded me. 


We laid there, our bodies intertwined. Harry was running his fingers through my hair, and I was trailing my hand up and down his hard chest. I was dressed in my bra and underwear, again, and Harry dressed his lower half. "You're so gorgeous." I blushed at his words and felt a strange movement in my stomach. I sat up quickly and my eyes widened. "What? What is it?" 

"It's moving! The baby's moving." I snatched his hand and put it on my tummy. We stayed silent, focusing hard. It happened again and his face lit up. He kissed me and laughed into my mouth. We laid back and felt the little human roam around. After a while, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, and I fell asleep as Harry rubbed my belly. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...