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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3. Three

A couple days later, I left Minnie with my mom and I went to go see Harry. I dressed in denim blue jeans and a black fitted button-down shirt to match my black flip flops. My dark waves were wet from a shower, and draped over my shoulders. With my black sunglasses on top of my head, I took steady breaths towards my car. And I took off.

I found the place easily, since I'd passed it a million times. I didn't exactly know how I was going to get in, so I winged it. I drove to the back, where there was a big bus parked. The show didn't start for another few hours, but there were already hundreds of people waiting in the front. I parked my car and jogged towards the bus. The doors popped open, startling me. Four boys jumped out, and one of them was Harry. My heart melted and my body froze. A guard caught my arm and spun me around while some old guy shouted into the bus. "Where do you think you're going, Miss?" He was large and bald, with a navy blue shirt on and black pants. 

"Um, I need t-to... I-I need to see Harry." he frowned at my words. "Please." I added. 

"Not so fast. Do you have a ticket?" he asked, very intimidatingly. 

"No, I just, I need to see him, Sir." he shook his head. And suddenly I heard a different voice behind me. The guard's grip loosened on my arms, allowing me to turn back around to see who it was. 

"Hey, I remember you." It was Harry's friend, from the party. Louis, I think his name was. He had just hopped out of the bus. "You were at that party last year. Ella, right?"

"It's Stella. Um, is it alright if I see Harry?" I asked him, using my expression to plead. He tilted his head to the side and nodded. 

"Alright Derek, leave her to me." he told the guard. He let me go and I stumbled towards Louis. 

"Thank you." I touched his arm kindly and he pointed to the door. He lead me to a big room, where the rest of the band members were, but not Harry.

"He should be around here somewhere." He glanced around and his eyes focused on something. "He's in that room down there." he told me, pointing to a smaller room. I smiled at him and tiptoed over to my fears. 

Harry's eyes flickered over mine, and he tilted his head, just as Louis had before. He furrowed his eyebrows as I inched closer to him, and licked his lips. My hands shook and my heart burned, but I kept going. "Hi." I whispered, once we were at arms length distance. His face remained frozen, not moving a muscle. "Um, I uh... Do you remember me?" i asked, wondering if was ever going to speak to me. I wanted to hear his smooth deep voice.

"I think so... Stella." He said, probably hoping that he had my name right. I nodded. "What are you doing here, love?" 

"I um, I need to-"

"You look different." he said with a grin, completely cutting me off. 

"I know. I went through some body changes." I responded, trying to gulp down the lump in my throat. "I..."

"Not just your body, your face... Its looks different. A good different." I smiled at him. 

"I need to talk to you, Harry." I voiced out quickly, before he could interrupt me again. 

"Is it important? I sorta have to get ready. I have more time later, after the show if that's alright. Your welcome to stay back here until we're finished." He touched my dangling fingertips with his and flashed him teeth at me. 

"It is important... But I can wait. It might take awhile, and I don't want to ruin your show."

"Why would you do that, babe?" he asked. "Is it bad news?"

"It's... um, I don't know. We'll talk about it later." I told him. 

"Why are you so nervous, Stella?" He was amused by my panic. 

"Because what I need to talk to you about is making me nervous."  I explained, but he just kept smiling and playing with my fingers. It was making me angry, so I pulled back and went into the main area where Louis and the others were and sat down on one of the empty couches. They didn't say anything to me, and I was relieved at that. I stared down at my toes until the all fled the room. 

I was a nervous wreck.

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