I pushed away roughly, Harry's lips detaching brusquely. He smirked. All I could do was look at my palms shamefully. Im such a terrible person. Niall will never forgive me. A lump started to form in my throat, the swelling feeling tearing me apart inside. My vision started to blur. My lips trembled involuntarily.
I couldn't restrain it anymore. My sobs came out ambitious and strong, almost as if they had a mind of their own. They toppled out of my mouth like an avalanche powerfully racing down a hill.
"Annalise I'm so sorry. Really. Just please stop crying." Harry begged wrapping his arms around my trembling body. I curled up in a ball. I was so weak. A child, I thought.
My sobs eventually silenced, Harry rubbing my back being an affective treatment. He did it cautiously like he was afraid to touch me. I was a fragile flower. So easy to break.
"Annalise?" A voice called. It wasn't Harry. The voice was broken, a devastating broken. I looked up to see Niall in the doorway, his face a broken jumble of emotions. Behind him was Zayn and Louis, their bodies shifting uncomfortably.
"Niall!" I said awkwardly running over to him. I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist, but he didn't respond.
"What's going on?" His voice switched to anger. I could feel the heat coming from his fuming face so clearly it scared me. But he didn't look at me. He looked at Harry, his glare burning wholes in his face.
"I invited over Annalise. We had to talk. Privately." I squeezed Niall tighter, burying my face into his chest. This can't be happening. My life was so secure only mere minutes ago.
"About?" He snapped. I could his heart beat accelerating and I swear it was going to burst through his chest.
I finally lifted my head from Niall's chest and glanced over at Harry. He couldn't. He wouldn't. I gave him a pleading look but he ignored it.
"I just needed it to be clarified that Emily is my daughter." He said calmly, his mouth secured in a straight line.
My heart split, the shattered remains falling torturously and slowly through my body. I started to hypervenalte. No. No. This isn't real.
Niall noticed my uneasiness and rubbed my shoulder sympathetically. His touch reduced some of my anxiousness but not a lot. I needed to leave. Right now. The tan walls seemed to become brighter and seemed to cave in, squeezing me tightly. I felt my self becoming dizzy, the room around me spinning mockingly.
"Harry." I mumbled finally letting go of Niall. I toppled over to the couch. "What exactly do you want? Recognition? Pride?"
He looked away, taken aback by my words. Maybe that was a little too harsh.
"I just want to take care of my kid."
Suddenly, Niall was towering over Harry, holding him up by a fistful of his tee. Harry lay still in Niall's clutch, any slight movement causing more damage. Niall's eyes looked darker, a storm brewing deep within him.
"Your NOT taking care of Emily. Or Annalise for that matter. They are not your responsibility. You are far from a father Harry. You and I both know that." Niall's words were sharp daggers, each taking a deep slash at Harry's ego and emotions.
He stood in Niall's monstrous shadow for a bit, absorbing his cruel words. Then he spoke gently.
"As far as the law goes, I'm the real father. She is my responsibility."
His voice hushed down to a faint whisper, barely audible from my distance. All I heard was the penetrating words, "I saw her first."