I never expected to have Harry Styles' kid. Then again, I never expected to have a kid in general. But it happened. It's been almost four years since I've seen Harry and he still doesn't know the dirty little secret I have. And I don't want him to. My child doesn't need a father and I don't need another caretaker. And I don't want to ruin Harry's life. He doesn't need a child to worry about. But my child gets curiouser every day, as well as myself. It won't be long before my secret is out and I can no longer hide my little girl from the truth.


10. Chapter 10

A small beep came from my phone. I slid open my phone to find a message from Niall.

-My flat. Fifteen minutes.

I sighed and continued to wash the dishes, the cool water running smoothly over my hands. I scrubbed violently at the dish. Why can't stains come off easy?

"Mommy!" A high pitched voice cheered. Emily ran into the kitchen, her arms wrapped around a huge brown teddy bear, its black eyes staring blankly at me. She twirled around excitedly as she giggled.

"Like her new friend?"

I looked at the doorway. My brother leant against the door frame, his sly crooked smile sending giggles through my body. He gave me a small wave.

"I wonder who got her that?" I laughed giving him a hug. His pale blue eyes looked down at me, happiness forming inside. He looked a lot like me except for his tall figure. Other than that we were almost twins. The same light blue eyes and sleek blonde hair.

"Only the most amazing uncle!" He spoke louder. Emily turned around and nodded her head making her curls bounce up and down.

"Since your such an amazing uncle and you love me..." He gave me a look. He knew me too well.

"What do you want?"

"I have to go to Niall's flat. He needs to talk to me. I just need you to stay here for an hour or so. Please?" I begged giving him puppy dog eyes. After rolling his eyes he finally agreed, allowing me to slip out.


I knocked on the door three times, each knock making me more nervous. Niall always called me or skyped me or texted me. When we did talk in person, it was always at my place, never at his. He never liked his flat. It wasn't a permanent thing, just a stable flat.

"Annalise?" Someone questioned. I looked up quickly, the voice not matching the owner of the flat. Two green orbs looked down at me. He smiled his famous smile, just like the one on the day I met him.

"I'm here to see Niall." I mumbled. Harry gave me a confused look, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. I watched carefully as he brought his hands up and through his curls.

"Well Niall is out. Zayn and Louis took him out to celebrate."

"Oh" Is all that managed to escape my lips. Why was I here then?

"You can come in if you like. He'll be back soon."

I thought for a moment but walked in anyway, not exactly caring. How could Niall invite me over if he was not here? My mind was a labyrinth of questions, hopelessly searching for answers.

I went over to the black futon, plopping down frustratingly. Harry followed nonchalantly and sat down next to me. I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes in the side of my head, but I ignored it. I had bigger problems.

"You know I know who you are." He finally said. I whipped my head around at him and that's when I realized who I was talking with. Why did I even agree to come in again?

"Y-y-you do?" I rambled rubbing my palms up and down my exposed thighs. They would occasionally run over the hem of my jean shorts.

"Of course I do." His words were softer, less dominant. "Your that girl from New Years. I remember you acted so sophisticated but it wasn't hard to tell that you were only a teenager. I mean, I was only a teenager myself, but I felt so much more older than I actually was. You were so beautiful and different, you were just, wow." He looked at me in amazement, just as he had done when we had met.

I stared at him stunned. He remembered me. Not only that, he complimented me.

"Niall left his phone here, I texted you. I just needed to talk to you. Alone. I did some observing and math."

I knew where this was going. I already felt the tears forming in my eyes and my nails digging into my soft flesh. Please. I thought to myself. Don't.

"I met you about four and a half years ago. And we had some fun that night. Emily is four years old. A premature baby. Born only after a little over six months." He looked up at the ceiling and rubbed his chin intent in thought. "She has curls like mine and green eyes like mine."

Harry leaned in close to my ear, his curls tickling my face. I gulped nervously.

"So my accusation is that Emily is my daughter."

I didn't have to look at him to know that he was grinning, because he knew he was right.

"Harry." I whispered. I felt his lips attach to my neck and shivers ran up my spine. My body was unable to produce any movement, even when Harry proceeded to kiss my neck, down to my collar bone.

"I'm guessing my assumption is correct." Harry stated, finally detaching his lips from my tender skin. I looked over at him, fear swallowing me whole. My hands trembled as a lump formed in my throat.

All I managed was a faint, "Yes"

"That's all I needed to know." He chuckled and placed his lips on my cheek tenderly. I leaned back shakily from his affectionate embrace.

"Oh Annalise, you know you love my kisses."

"Loved." I corrected him. "I might still love your kisses if you hadn't left me alone in the bed that night. Maybe we would have got together officially. Maybe Emily would know about you."

"But I'm here now." he stated firmly. "And this time, I'm not going anywhere." He inched his lips towards mine slowly, almost as if he wanted me to give in. But I couldn't. I wouldn't.

"I..." His lips just centimeters away from mine. I could feel his breaths mixing with mine. He smiled seductively.

"I'm sorry Niall." I finally mumbled before I collided my lips with Harry's.

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