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.


26. Twenty Six

I stood in front of the mirror, in just my underwear and stared at the bruises. The wounds that had been there for a whole two weeks without even starting to heal. I've kept my mouth shut all this time, and I feel like I'm going to just shrivel up and die. I cry myself to sleep every night. And I haven't let Harry even touch me in the past several days. I didn't want him to find the marks, nor my mother. 

What William did to me was probably the most sickening thing possible. I've been nauseous for days, and I get migraines like never before. I refuse to believe that I could possibly be pregnant again. I don't know what I'd do if I was carrying the child of that monster. Abortion was not an option for me, and I don't know how Harry would react. He'd hate me. 

I took Minnie to the drug store with me, so I could face my fears and buy the test to get things over with. I'd barely been out of the house since that night, so the sunlight hurt my eyes. The woman at the register glared at me like I was some kind of whore. Maybe that's what I am. Two children at the age of seventeen. I got woozy, and I almost fell to the ground but I had the stroller to keep me standing. I grabbed my bag from the lady after paying and got home quickly, making sure to avoid my mother when I walked in. Minnie jumped in her bouncer while I locked myself in the restroom. I ripped the box open and followed the instructions, waiting a full four minutes before checking the stick. I dropped it against the tiled floor and dropped to my knees when I saw the positive sign. I actually sat there for over twenty minutes praying to God that the baby was Harry's. That was when my breakfast rose up my throat, and I jerked myself at the toilet to hurl. There was a knock at the door when I finished. So I stood up, a little too quickly, and shoved everything in the plastic bag, then throwing it behind the shower curtain. 

"Honey, are you okay?" 

"Yeah, mom. I think so." I said, unlocking and opening the door while I wiped my mouth. "I just don't feel good. I'll be fine though." I lied.

"Alright, get some rest. I'll watch over Minnie for you." she kissed my head after I thanked her. Then she shut the door to my bedroom while I plopped onto my bed. 

A full nine months again, the horror of morning sickness and labor pains. I didn't want to got through this again so soon. And Harry will be leaving in eight days, what am I supposed to tell him? There was no other choice, really. I had to tell him, because this could possibly be his baby. I wondered if he'd still love me if it wasn't his. 

I felt like dying. 

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