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.


13. Chapter 13

"Tanner! I'm back!" I hollered as I entered the door. Niall stepped in behind me, carrying the bouquet of roses.

My brother emerged from the living room, hands crossed over his chest disapprovingly. His jaw dropped when he saw my sling.

"What the hell happened!" He stated sternly. His gaze went upon Niall. "Did you do that?!"

"No Tanner! I fell on the curb while we were walking!" His face softened a bit. I bit down on my lip hard, the taste of coppery blood filling my mouth. I hated lying to him. To anyone for that matter.

"Well, Emily is watching tv." He laughed to himself. "Anyone up for some dinosaur chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese?"

Niall nodded his head and guided me toward the kitchen. The chicken nuggets were still on the tray and the Mac and cheese in the pot. He scooped up some for me and Niall and added some chicken.

"Ni Ni!"

Emily came running to the kitchen, automatically jumping into Niall's arms. He wrapped his arms around her and I couldn't help but notice his biceps flex. Gosh, he was sexy.

"Ni Ni, are you going to live with us now? We have sleeping bags and lots of pillows!" She exclaimed. He laughed and started to explain how he'd be sleeping in mummy's room and not on the ground like during a sleepover. All I could do was stand there and absorb everything. Tanner was standing over the stove cooking, as he had done almost every night when I was younger. All my memories were him with an apron and a spoon or spatula. Emily was smiling, and was happy. And Niall was here with me. He was part of the family. Our family was small, but it was all I needed. After all, what's better than a cooking babysitting brother, a fascinating happy little girl, and a Niall Horan. Oh right. Nothing comes close.

The doorbell rang.

"Can you get the door Niall?" I asked snuggling deeper into my blanket.

"Of course darling."

He left happily. I loved seeing him happy. When he wasn't it was like it wasn't Niall.

My eyes started to droop, being exhausted from staring at a screen for so long. Just as I was about to drift off, my eyes shit open, screaming sounding from the foyer. I quickly jumped up, my blanket flying from my body.

In the foyer stood Niall and Harry, both of their faces fuming. One of them was going to blow. Harry had his his hands in his curls and Niall had his fists clenched up tightly.

"You can't keep me away from my kid!" Harry screamed grappling his curls again.

"Why do you care?! Are you trying to wedge between me and Annalise!? Are you that low?!"

"No! I want Emily to know. I want to be the father she deserves!"

And the screaming continued. I had the ability to stop it, but I couldn't. I was glued to the ground.


I whipped my head around to see Emily, her petite hands trying to rub away the sleepiness from her eyes. She wore her green and purple polka dot nightgown and purple fluffy slippers.

The room silenced and everyone's eyes were on Emily. It's like she was gold and we were desperate for money.

"Emily." Harry finally spoke. She gave him a weird look. "Emily, I'm your daddy. Your real daddy."

My breath hitched in my throat. Emily just stared at him frazzled. She didn't understand and that was okay.

"You asshole." Niall mumbled venomously. His hard knuckles collided with Harry's face and he went tumbling down, his body hitting the ground sharply. But Harry was too quick. He got up and tackled Niall, both their bodies spinning around and flaring across the floor. They grunted and yelled either in agony or dominance.

"Guys! Stop!" I yelled hopelessly. "Emily go to your room!"


"No buts! Now!" My words were a harsh. A little too harsh.

She sprinted up the steps taking two at a time.

Niall and Harry were both standing up now, shoving and hitting each other. I ran over and pushed Niall back fearlessly.

"Both of you cut it out!" I screamed.

"No! He punched me!" Harry screamed back. He went to pounce again but I pushed him back. Yet, I wasn't strong enough and I ended up being pushed down to the ground. The anarchy finally came to a halt.

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