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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27. Twenty Seven

My heart was beating in my butt as I knocked quietly on the door of the hotel suite. My boyfriend's bright smiled greeted me as soon as it swung open, making me shake. "Just the person I wanted to see." he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing. I shrieked, because his hands were applying pressure on the bruises. "Are you alright, Baby?" He kissed me softly and I hummed, kissing him harder to drop to subject. He didn't seem to notice my unusual behavior as I entered the place, he just kept kissing me. "The boys are out." he mumbled as his mouth set tiny smooches on my neck. My backside was pinched and I gripped the black material of his shirt, ignoring the pain. 

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"Eh, they went to a party, and I told them I'd rather stay here." He kissed me again and I whimpered. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something anyway."

"Oh, me too. But, um. You first." I pulled away to take a seat on the couch. He sat beside me, on the arm of the sofa and took my hand to peck it. I got nervous and I thought I'd start crying at any second.

"Let's get married." he sighed, with the happiest smile spread across his face. My jaw fell, and my heart swooped back up into place. I felt sick, knowing that once he knew everything, he probably wouldn't want to marry me anymore. He'd think that I was a dirty twit. Tears gushed out, but not for the reason he thought. "Listen, Stella. I know it sounds crazy." I covered my mouth to mute the sobs as he got on his two knees. "But you can come home with me, and we can raise Minnie and live a happy life. Isn't that what you want, Love?" His lips left a trail of kisses up my arm, his green eyes hidden from me. "Me and you. We're meant to be, Stella. I feel like there's no other explanation. I love you, and I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." He placed my hand on his face, trying to get words out of me, but I couldn't talk. 

"Harry..." My head fell into my lap and bawled for what seemed like forever. He was confused, and obviously feeling rejected by me. But I loved him. And I wanted to marry him and I wanted to raise our child together as a family. But everything was ruined. "He-He-He- r-ra-"

"Whats wrong?" He picked up my head to face his a shoved a clump of hair behind my ear. "Tell me." He demanded, making me shiver even more. "Talk to me Stella." He pleaded. 

"He raped me." I'd never said the words out loud before, so I felt as if I'd broken into a million pieces. I tugged my knees up to my face and cried as Harry sat there, stunned. I don't even think I'd cried that hard before, and I knew for a fact that my eyes were red a puffy and my face was pale. I thought I was gonna barf again when I felt a strong hand grip my wrist. 

"WHO RAPED YOU?" My lover's eyes were no longer emerald green, but a dark olive color, that scared the living shit out of me. His scratchy tone was deep, and pained. 

"William." I whispered, dying on the inside. His neck turned pink and the veins popped out. He let go of me and snatched his brown jacket off of the hook near the door. I jumped up to catch up with him, but I could match his long strides. He flew down the stairs, knowing that the elevator would take too long and jogged to his car with the most frightening expression. "Harry, stop." He slammed his door, leaving me on the outside. My head was spinning. "Harry." I whimpered, standing there with my hand pressed against the glass of the passenger side window. It was rolled down, and he didn't even make eye contact with me. 

"Get in." he said, loudly. I jolted, and opened my door to join him. He stepped on the gas and I immediately got car sick.

"Harry I'm gonna throw up, slow down." He sped up, making me more nauseous. "Are you trying to kill me?" A car swerved in our direction, and I held on tightly to the handle above my head. We were going to die if he continued. "I'm pregnant." I said, loud and clear, thinking that it would make him slow down, since I had another life inside of me. But he went faster, and I watched as his teeth clenched and tears spewed out of his orbs. His knuckled were white and his forehead was tightened.

And I was scared to death.

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