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.


6. Chapter 6

"Annalise darling!" Niall summoned from the bathroom. I hopped off my bed startled and walked to the bathroom.

"What's wrong Niall?" I questioned leaning my face against the white door. Silence. I softly knocked. Silence again.

"Niall? Are you okay?" I asked a little panicky. Still no answer. I jiggled the handle anxiously. Behind the door was Niall's crumpled up body on the floor. Red patches grew widely across his body like roses sprouting. I went to his side, tears running freely from my eyes.

"Niall!" I screamed wrapping my arms around his head. My tears raced down my arms into his bleach blonde hair.

"Anna." It doesn't come out as a whisper, merely a faint squeak. I looked desperately down at him.

"Annalise" he used every ounce of energy to cup my face in his hands. "Behind you." His arms flopped down to their normal position, his eyes now officially closing.

I shakily rotates my head to find a mop of curls staring me in the eyes. He grins at me, like a lion does before pouncing on the helpless innocent gazelle frolicking happily.

"Should've told me." Harry stated, his expression never changing. He pulled a silver blade from behind him, Niall's blood drenching it. The blade came flying down and suddenly I didn't see, the darkness clouding my vision. I knew I was screaming......screaming.........screaming.

I woke up in a pool of sweat, my body shaking fiercely.

"Annalise!" Niall yelled startled, wrapping his arms around my trembling body. I reactively curled up, leaning my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my back and I noticed that his body was just as shaken as mine. I squeezed him tighter, reassuring him of my condition.

We sat there silently, our bodies fitted together like two puzzle pieces. My tears poured down my cheeks unrestricted, no sound escaping my chapped lips.

"Annalise my darling, are you alright?" Niall finally asked, his gaze now on me. I look up at his caring blue eyes and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Yes, are you?" He have me a wary look, obviously not convinced. My cheeks were still stained with tears and my eyes were red and puffy.

"My well being is the least of my problems." He chuckles. "What time is it?"

I glance over at my digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 5:36.

"Five thirty six" I sighed "not worth it to go back to sleep now."

Niall gives me a cheeky smile and I know exactly what he wants.

"Fine" I giggle in defeat. "I'll make you breakfast"

He grinned and gave me a huge kiss on the lips. I smiled and pushed myself out of bed.

After I finish making Niall breakfast, it's almost six fifteen. I place the plates of eggs, pancakes, toast, and ham on the table followed by a glass of orange juice.

"Niall!" I softly yell towards the living room. Niall's head pops excitedly from the side of the doorframe, his tongue wetting his lips.

He lunges towards the table and practically pours the food into his mouth. Such an appetite. I sit down across from him and grab a piece of toast, nibbling on it cautiously.

"Are you alright Annalise?" I looked up, my eyes met with his. He had stopped eating his food, his fork down next to his white plate.

I stared down at my toast. I couldn't even decide if I was alright or not. I decided on a simpler and more effective answer.

"I'm alright."

He gives me a look, like he could see right through me.

"It's just my dream is bugging me" I mumble. He tenses suddenly remembering his condition when discovering me screaming. I look down again at my toast, the silence making my heart beat speed up.

"What was your dream about?" He asked. I didn't look up. I just couldn't.


I hear him chuckle faintly. "I find myself rather charming, was I bad in the dream?"

I glance up again and run my fingers through my hair. "You died, more like were killed, by Harry." I spit out, my voice draining with every word.

Niall froze, his eyes still locked on mine. I started to breath heavily, my nails digging into my thighs. I winced in pain, the nails breaking my soft flesh.

He cleared his throat. "Well," he began clearly frazzled, "it was just a dream so." I released my nails from my skin.

With a long sigh, Niall picked up his fork and continued to stuff his mouth.

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