Daddy

One night. That's all it took. But she'd never tell him. Because he was living his dream. And she was at home raising her daughter. Their daughter. "So Harry, do you want kids?" the interviewer pressed, hoping to unlock a new rumor. Harry shrugged, pinning his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger. "Yeah, eventually." Ari let out a little squeal, almost as if she were pleased with his answer. "Daddy!" she called, turning to laugh at me. "Ari, shh!" I tried hushing her, but it was too late. the band turned to face us, Ari began waving. I guess my shield behind the curtain wouldn't work after all. Harry's face went white, eyes wide and he stood up, storming out of the interview, leaving the rest of the boys to stare at us in curiosity

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4. Chapter 4

HARRY'S POV


"Alright let's do this again..." Mike, the producer, sat willingly behind the glass screen that reflected sound waves around the room. He pressed a bright green button and motioned to me, my signal to begin singing.

"And your eye-e-eye-e-eyes... Irresistible." I cut off with a note I had newly achieved, proud with my result. Apparently so was Mike, because he came out of the recording office and into the studio, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"You could really do great as a solo-artist." he commented, my once large smile dropped into an annoyed pout. 
"No thanks. One Direction or no direction." I chuckled at my pun, thinking highly of my sense of humor.


I walked out of the studio and greeted the boys by their cars in the parking lot. Louis and Zayn had cigarettes lit between their fingers, inhaling every few minutes.

"Oi, mate." Niall greeted, smiling his cute, Irish grin. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair then adjusted his Ray Ban's. I nodded a hello and turned to talk to Liam.

"Fucking genius in there, thinking I'd leave the band to go solo." I chuckled, but they all looked away.
"What?" my laugh faded away.
"I'm surprised you didn't take it." Louis mumbled, eyeing me from the corner of his eye.

"Hm?" I was so confused, did they honestly think I'd leave the band?
"Harry, don't act stupid. We all know you're the favorite in the band, any record label would take you over us in a second." Zayn nodded, agreeing with Louis.

"To be completely honest Harry, we're counting down the days until you quit- we're not looking forward to it- but we know you'll go solo sooner or later." Zayn puffed on his cigarette. 

Niall gasped, "No! One Direction is never going to break up!" Liam grabbed Niall's shoulder, silently telling him to calm down. He stepped down and dropped his head. 

"Why would you guys ever think that?" I shook my head, pulling my phone out of my pocket. 
"Stacey has a big part of this to, Harry." Liam interjected, his commented sounded forced. Like he didn't want to say it.
"Oh please!" I threw my hands in the air, Louis jumped a little. "Liam's right, Harry!" he dropped the smoke and squished it beneath his shoe.

"If that girl asked you to leave tomorrow, you'd do it," I opened my mouth to reply but he continued, "Or at least strongly consider." 

"Stacey is a great girl! She knows how I feel about us." I defended my newly found girlfriend, but it wasn't working. 
"She beat up on that waitress a few nights ago, Harry. She's trouble." Niall was quiet when he spoke, but I was still mad. I studied his Furby-like face, but shook my head.

I thought about what had happened at the restaurant a few nights ago. I don't think I have fully recovered from seeing my high school sweetheart standing in front of me, handing my girlfriend and I drinks. 

She was so beautiful. She hadn't changed a bit. Her long brown hair was waved down her back, but for some reason she put it up later in the evening. 

Her body looked tired and so did her hazel eyes, they screamed for me to speak to her and that was my original goal by the end of the night. I wanted to talk to her, ask why she got up and left me three years ago.

I know we had broken up for a reason but all the time she had been gone, my heart wanted her back. I wanted her back. 

"No, you guys are all wrong. I'm not going to stand here and take this!" I began walking away, spinning on my heel. "I'll see you lads later, hopefully you'll be calmed down."

I huffed, pulling my car door open. I looked around at the four boys who were still eyeing me, but they were talking to one another. 
Luckily the paps haven't found the back entrance yet. I took a deep breath and slid into my seat, that's when I felt my phone buzz.

'Gemma' read the caller ID. I smiled wide.

"Gem!" I beamed into the phone, her familiar giggle sang in my ear.
"I'm here in London, do you wanna meet up?" she sounded nervous, which was strange for her. "Gem are you okay?" I asked, looking back up at the boys, who were now piled into their cars and driving off. 

"Mhm! Yeah, I just really miss you." I rolled my eyes. Suck up. "Okay, where?" she was silent for a minute.

"How about you meet me at Starbucks? We'll get a coffee and I'll drive us to a park or something." I smiled, loving the idea of seeing my sister.

"Sounds amazing, I'll be there in ten!" 







"Gemma!" I jogged up to my older sister-who I was much taller than- and picked her up, spinning her around before dropping a kiss on her cheek. 
"You look so good!" she smiled, her dimples matching mine. I always told myself, if I were to have a daughter I'd want her to look like Gemma.

"You're still as beautiful as ever," I tucked my hands into my jean pockets, we strolled into the coffee shop and placed or orders.
"So where's this park of yours?" I asked, smiling at a few fans and paps that had started to form a circle around the entrance. 

Luckily we had gotten in the car before the crowd got out of hand. "It's a surprise." the nervous feeling filled the air, making me uneasy.

I sat in silence the whole ride there, which wasn't any longer than fifteen minutes. Gemma refused to speak, I could see the sweat rub off on the steering wheel from her hands. 

I looked around at my surroundings, we were no where near a park. We were in a subdivision full of little houses. Kids ran around outside, playing with bikes and footballs. 

"Gemma, where are we?" Now I was worried. She wasn't acting like herself and this was sure as hell not a park.

She took a deep breath and pulled into a drive way. Gemma turned her car off and sat back in her seat, turning her head to look at me.

"There's someone here I want you to talk too..." I looked down at my Starbucks cup, licking my lips. "Why?" 

"Please, Harry. Just come inside," Gemma reached for my hand, taking mine in hers. "For me." I eventually agreed after a few minutes of hesitation. 


We walked up the stone steps to the little home, Gemma seemed a bit more relaxed but was clearly still nervous. Her hand lazily lifted to the wooden door, barely making a noise when she knocked. 

Foot steps were heard from the inside, when the door swung open my heart nearly stopped. "Bennie?" I choked out.

"Hi, Harry. Long time no see," she smirked, standing out of the way to let us in.

What was going on? I hadn't seen Bennie in years, not since Maeve and I had been dating. 

I slipped my shoes off in the entry way and began to walk slowly behind Gemma. To the corner of my eye, there was Jordan. 

"Hey man," he smiled and I waved back. To scared to go up and give him a long-time-no-see-hug. We slipped into the living room and I took a seat on a tiny couch next to Gemma.

Before I knew it, Bennie and my Mum were sitting in front of my on two little chairs. Mum's face was just as confused as I was. 

"Gemma, honey. What's going on?" Mum looked at Gemma, almost angry. But I knew she was concerned.
"You'll see..." she was so stubborn, both Mum and I were ready to stand up and leave. 


Just when I was about to do so, someone new walked in. My head shot up and there she was. There was Maeve.


Her dark hair in it's natural state, waves wrinkled down her back. A mint blouse covered her body, black leggings and a pair of moccasins showed off her little shape, the figure I would kill to hold again.


Stacey.

No, I had Stacey now. Maeve walked out, she clearly didn't feel the same. 

"Hi, Harry." Maeve's tiny pink lips sang my name like no song bird could. I gave her a shy smirk.

"Hi, Maeve." she stood, looking at me. Tears risking a long fall to the ground if they left her eyes. I didn't want to see her cry. She hated when her mascara ran and I hated seeing her in pain.

I knew this cry wouldn't be happiness. It couldn't be. 


Subconsciously, I stood up. I had only snapped back into reality when her face was buried in my shoulder, a few tears running down her cheeks. I brushed them away and pulled back, looking her up and down.

"Won't you sit down, love?" she frowned but nodded, not looking impressed over something. Did she not appreciate my comforting hug? She had hugged back though.

She pulled a chair up next to Bennie, who was looking at Mum. Her hand was over her mouth and she was shaking a bit, looking from me to Maeve. "Oh my God." soon a smile spread across her face.

"Oh, Harry." she pointed at Maeve. "It's like a miracle." 

Maeve looked away, another stream of tears trickled down her face, but her finger tips padded them away before they could fall.


"Okay," she began. "I know you're probably wondering why I brought you all here..." I nodded, her eyes never left mine. 

"I brought you here, because I want to answer any questions you have for me. I know... I know you must be confused after what happened three years ago-" 

"A little bit." I cut in. Mum and Gemma both slapped my knee's, making me let out a little chuckle- which I probably shouldn't have done.

"See? So... Gemma thought it would be-" I held my hand up, silencing Maeve.
"Whoah, whoah. This was Gemma's idea?" I asked, confused.
"I ran into them last week in town, I thought it would be a good idea for you two to talk..." I wanted to thank Gemma, but knew I had to keep quiet.

"Are you okay with this?" Bennie spoke up, looking at me and Mum. "Harry? Anne?" we both nodded, and Bennie tapped Maeve's shoulder, clearly an indication to continue.


"So... Who wants to start?" she half smiled, looking around the tiny circle we had formed.

"Maeve, darling. Why did you leave?" her face drained color, but she spoke.

"Harry had X-Factor. I was holding him back. He had a dream and I didn't want to get in the way." her voice cracked.

"But you were in those dreams, Maeve. I had plans for us." tears filled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away.
"Not in my consequences, Harry. There was no room for us." she bit her lip, like she was in regret from saying something.

"Us?" I more whispered than anything. She eyed me, but ignored my question.
"But your parents are still in Cheshire, are they not?" Mum asked another. 

She and Bennie both nodded, their similar natural waves, bounced with their heads. 

"They stopped talking to me after I left, they didn't approve of my decision. They didn't approve of anything that happened." Bennie cut in, "So I came to London with her, Jordan and I had bought a house here anyway, our landlord let us move in early for Maeve's sake."


"We haven't heard from them since the night I left." someone choked on a sob, I'm pretty sure it was Bennie.

"I'd appreciate if you would answer my question from a few minutes ago, Maeve." I said sternly, she looked up at me, her eyes watering.

"What was the question, Harry?" Gemma looked at everyone, who didn't seem to know either.
"When Maeve told us why she had left, she said 'There was no room for us'. Who's us?" Mum seemed to be thinking the same thing, she sat up and asked, "Yes, who's us?" 


Maeve shook her head, biting her lip hard. Soon her silent tears turned into full hysterical crying. 

"Harry... I'm so sorry. I should have told you sooner." my stomach dropped, Gemma stood up and walked over to her. She wrapped her arms around her and whispered hushes.

After a few comforting moments, I looked up at the red eyed woman I had fallen in love with.

"What is it, Maeve?" I rested my hand on her knee, her chest dropped from a long inhale. 

"Okay..." Bennie took her hand and they left the room for a minute. 

"Harry..." Bennie came into view first, her hands shaking wildly. "Yes?" I stood, ready for the worst.

"Meet, Ari." she stepped aside, like she did at the door. Maeve walked in, a little girl in her arms. 

Her blonde curls were down past her ears, one front tooth the only sign of pearly whites when she smiled. Her little heart shaped lips curled up and her tiny arm reached up the wave at me.

A dimple indenting into her cheek when the smile had reached it's full capacity. Her green eyes... My green eyes...

I stumbled back, tripping on the little table between all the chairs.

Gemma stood up and so did Mum. She stepped back beside me, hands back on her mouth. 

Gemma walked over beside Maeve and smiled at me. "Meet your daughter, Harry." 

Mum let out a tiny shriek. I said nothing.

The little girl wrapped in her arms couldn't be mine. She didn't look more than two... 

It all clicked with that thought.


Now I know why Maeve had left. She was afraid Ari would be in the way of my career.

The room was silent. Jordan awkwardly walked in and looked at me, wrapping his arm around, a now crying, Bennie.

All three girls in front of me, including my own mother, were in tears.

"Daddy!" Ari let out. My eyes blinked quickly and I stepped back again. My stomach felt even sicker than it did before and my head went light.


"Daddy." I choked on the word as if it were acid burning through my throat. 

I stood in the same place for a long time, no one moved. But Ari had become impatient and tried to wiggle out of Maeve's arms.


She set the toddler down and she began to crawl over. When she reached her destination, she sat right on my boots and pulled on my pant leg, whining to be picked up.

But I couldn't move.

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