1. Close to Nothing *Finished*

Maisey-- the "weakling". The quiet one. The one everyone leaves out. The one no one understands. The one often called "loner" or "wimp". The one that does all that she can to understand others, but just can't. The one that finally meets the guy of her dreams, but there's no way he'll ever be into her.
Maisey... The one who has close to nothing to live for. But only one person can change that. But first, he'll have to notice her. Or maybe... she'll have to notice HIM.

(Warning: some scenes that may not be appropriate for readers younger than 13-15 years old. Reader discretion advised.)

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13. Old Cheshire Tricks

Maisey's POV

"Stupid couch," I grumbled as I sat up on the pull-out sofa. Eleanor and Louis were still asleep, so I wandered off to the restroom. My back ached dully from the weight of my belly. I pulled my shirt up partially, revealing my swollen stomach. I was only a few months pregnant, but I was already irritated by the weight of it. I had an urge to go for a walk, just to relieve some stress. 

I didn't bother putting on any shoes; I was merely wearing a large, white t-shirt that covered my bum and a pair of spanks. I carefully shut the door, making my way down the hall. I hesitated as I passed Harry and I's room, but continued on. The brisk night air nipped at my cheeks. I pulled out my phone-- it as 3:00 AM. I had about twenty seven missed calls from Harry and some worried texts from Zayn and Liam. 

I missed being around Harry more than anything, but I was truly embarrassed and hurt. He should've kept it a secret for longer and ease it onto the fans instead of just saying it live in concert. I appreciated his enthusiasm toward the subject, but wasn't too keen on the fans' reactions. 

My hair blew around my face as the wind tugged at me, encouraging me to keep walking. The beach was just a small walk away. It wouldn't hurt. So I continued on towards the dark water, sinking my feet into the soothing sand; writhing it between my toes. I lay down on my side, outstretching a hand to just barely touch the tide as it rolled in slowly, surrounding me then retracting back. I shut my eyes and felt as if I was moving with the waves as they caressed me. It felt like a dream that I could feel physically. 

As soon as I sat up, I scanned the horizon for the sun that was surely soon to reveal itself. But I noticed something different-- a dark figure looming in the distant water, head hung, locks of hair sopping wet against his face. I pulled off my shirt so that I was only wearing my bra, and dove into the water, approaching the figure as I swam. He noticed me, lifting his head a little to see who I was. At the same time, I realized who he was. 

"Maisey," he breathed, turning to face me. His chest was bare and his eyes were reddened. I hesitated to advance towards him-- stopping in my tracks to tread water. "Please." He whispered, stretching out a hand. I bit my lip, staring downward into the water. There was really no escape from this. I rejected his hand, but swam towards him. I realized I could touch my feet to the ocean floor without being totally submerged, so I stood in front of him, our faces inches away.

"I'm sorry," his voice cracked, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hardly. "I'm so, so sorry." I stared blankly at him-- straight in the eyes. I made sure my eyes showed no remorse, coldly eyeing him. I kept my lips in a firm line. 

"I've screwed up," he admitted, looking down on me. "And you don't have to forgive me, but I love you, Maisey."

I pursed my lips, "They hate me."

"They can hate all they want," he stepped closer to me. "Just ignore them."

"It's kind of hard to ignore people that are constantly calling you a slut, bitch, whore, and things like that. They want to ruin my life," I began to raise my voice. "Our child is going to grow up being criticized because of her stupid mother who couldn't avoid someone that she knew would be trouble!" I was now yelling. Harry's eyes softened-- he looked hurt, but grabbed my wrists.

"It's nobody's fault," he put his lips to my temple as I sobbed. "We will be the best parents to this child. She will grow up around One Direction, learning talents, and living on the road. She'll be the luckiest girl on the planet."

"We don't know the gender," 

"I'm almost positive I know," he smiled, placing a hand on my belly. I couldn't help but give him a half smile while looking at his hand rub my sore stomach. I had to give in. I missed this about him-- his positivism, loveliness, and sheer support. I turned my back to swim back to shore, but felt the waves ripple behind me. Harry was gone. I searched around me in confusion, scanning the shallow water. 

"What the--!" a curly head appeared underneath me as Harry lifted me to straddle his shoulders. "Harry what are you doing?" I squealed.

"Taking you home," he chuckled, grabbing my shirt that was lying on the beach as we ran to the hotel. 

 

Harry's POV

I decided not to tell Maisey about how I'd gotten pretty drunk last night. She actually seemed to show some forgiveness, yet I knew I had done something majorly wrong. On the bright side, the fans now knew about us. 

"Harry, stop," she giggled when I tickled her thighs as I carried her. Her pregnant belly was swollen and prominent out of her loose-fitting shirt. It gave her a slight bump, which was rather cute.

I set her down on the bed, taking a seat next to her. 

"It smells like..." she sniffed. "Vomit."

"Yeah, um," I cleared my throat. "Let's talk about baby names." She rolled her eyes. 

"I have like five more months," 

"I want to think of some right now," I insisted. She wrinkled her nose at the stench of vomit, nodding. 

"First go clean that smell up," she laughed. 

"Fine!"

 

After I had finished air-freshening the whole room, we lay on the bed and talked about names.

"I like Darcy," I offered.

"Mmm, I like Scarlett," she countered. "And Lillee, Josephine, Brooklyn, Annelese, Margaret..."

"Slow down!" I nudged her. "How about you pick your favorite name, I'll pick my favorite, then we'll combine them together somehow or put one as the first name and the other as the middle name?"

"Fair enough," she shrugged. "I like Margaret. It means Pearl in Greek, and it's another version of my name." She grinned, patting her belly. 

"I like Darcy," I repeated. She giggled, shoving me over. 

"Wait!" her eyes widened with thought. "What if we combined our names?"

"Er, that'd be Marry," I pointed out. She frowned, shaking her head.

"Or Haisey," she laughed. "Sounds kind of like..."

"Hazel," I finished her sentence. "Hazel. I like it."

"I do, too!" she smiled brightly. "Now for the middle name what if we combined our mums' names?"

"Sounds good," I smiled. "Mine's Anne, so what's your mum's first name? I don't think I ever asked."

"Lilly," she said. "That means it'd be... Lillianne!"

"Hazel Lillianne Styles," I pulled her in for a kiss. "Perfect."

"But what if it's a boy?" she broke away for a moment, frowning. 

"We should name him after the guys," I suggested. "They've been with us through all of this; we owe it to them."

"Derek," she suggested. "Sounds kind of like Direction." 

"Close enough," I shrugged. "But I'm almost positive it's a girl!"

"How can you be sure?"

I reached into my pocket, pulling out a silver necklace with an infinity sign at the end. 

"Back in Cheshire, we used to do this trick at baby showers," I gestured for her to lay down, pulling her shirt up to reveal her belly. "We just dangle the pendant over your stomach, and if it moves back and forth, it means boy, but if the pendant moves in a circle, it means it's a girl." She smiled nervously, craning her neck to see the pendant over her belly.

"Here goes," I sucked in a breath, dangling it over her. We waited for a few moments, then the pendant began to move-- in a circle! 

"Yes!" she whooped, sitting up. "Wait, how do you know if it actually works?" she pressed.

"Always has," I shrugged. "It just seems to always tell the truth. My mum claims that's what she did with Gemma and I."

She hugged me, wrapping her arms around my neck, "Hazel Lillianne Styles." 

"Mmm," I murmured, kissing her cheek. "We need to get married." 

"Maybe," 

"I'm not going to give you an option," I said playfully. 

"Okay," she gave in, pulling me onto the bed next to her. We lay like that until the orange rays of sun peeked through the drapes on the terrace. Hazel Lillianne Styles. Five months felt like forever to wait.

 

(A/N: For those who have been asking-- the 'Larry' incident last chapter will be ended. He was just drunk, so... Yeah. Haha how excited are ya'll for the trailer?! I wanna read your comments! I'll do my best to respond!(: Tell your friends to read this and comment, like, and favourite! It'd mean the world! The sequel to this one will be started after I finish this one. I'm thinking I'll do about 30 chapters on this one. One more thing: Elizabeth is not gone... In fact... she's always been there (creeper-status). You'll hear from her next chapter.(; Stay tuned for LOADS of drama coming up soon!)

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