Stay [Sequel to Dark Horse]

For two years, Harry and Stella have been living together. They were a happy couple until one event could drive them apart. Stella is pregnant. Harry had thought about having kids, though it hadn’t crossed his mind when it would be unexpected. The pregnancy begins to drive the two apart, and Stella is faced with a difficult decision. The fear of Harry leaving her alone with their child and becoming a single mom or fighting to make Harry stay.


3. Two

“Glad you could make it to the engagement party.” April gave me a hug as soon as I arrived. Niall and April were having their engagement party at their house. Their house was almost similar to mine, but still a bit different. “Just came to congratulate my two best friends.” I smiled and pulled away from the hug. Niall approached me and gave me a hug as well. “How’ve you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been good.” I told him. There were a lot of people I recognized from back in high school, and there were others who I assumed were friends of Niall and April from the years they went to college. “Harry’s not with you?” Niall asked as he glanced over my shoulder.

I shook my head and immediately said that he was out with Louis. “I’m sure he’ll turn up soon.” I said. The night dragged on and still there was no sign of Harry. I was getting worried. I had called him a few times on his phone, but there was no answer. I spotted Eleanor who was talking with Perrie. “Hey, have either of you heard from Harry?” I asked them.

“Lou told me that the two of them went out.” Eleanor answered.

“He’ll be here Stel. Don’t worry.” Perrie tried to reassure me, but she could easily tell that I was worried about him. I just nodded and gave her a smile, then walked outside to get some air. “You okay?” I heard a voice behind me and turned to only see that it was Zayn.

I nodded and continued to stand with my arms crossed over my chest. I hadn’t realized that it was getting chillier at night. Zayn had taken off his jacket and put it around my shoulders. I thanked him, but didn’t say anything else. “Are you sure? You’re out here worrying over Harry when you should be inside celebrating.” Zayn said.

“I’m fine Zayn.”

“You are not fine Stella. Look at me, Harry and Louis will both turn up soon.” Zayn was right, and for a moment, I believed him. I followed him back into the house and turned my head for a second to look at the street. I handed him back the jacket and went over to my group of friends who were laughing at something Niall had said.

I really did try to have fun at the party, but I couldn’t stop worrying about Harry. After the party, I drove home and parked the car in the garage. Harry’s car was in the garage, but I don’t remember him taking it when I left earlier. I concluded that Louis had picked him up in his car.

I entered the house and closed the door behind me as I took off my shoes. I walked down the hallway and found Harry asleep in bed. Well, it’s too late to confront him now. I took a quick shower, changed into some pajamas, and went to bed.

Automatically, Harry had turned and wrapped a protective arm around me. That made me wonder if he was waiting for me to come home, or that he knew he was going to be in big trouble.

“Good morning.” Harry had brought in a tray as I woke up the next morning. I sat up in bed as he placed the tray of food before me. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it last night. Lou and I got caught up in what we were doing.”

“Which is?”

“Well, we went to this bar-” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No, it’s not like that. We went to a bar and Lou got really drunk. He couldn’t drive so I had to take him home and I didn’t want to leave Lou in that condition, so I stayed with him for a few hours.

"I took a cab home and got into bed. I heard you come in, but I was too tired to greet you. I’m really sorry, so hope this makes up for everything.” The tray he had placed out before me had a stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a glass of orange juice.

Also, there was a single rose placed on the side of the tray. Harry really did know how to apologize. I smiled, “You just had me worried last night when you weren’t answering your phone.”

“Yeah, I turned off my phone because I didn’t want to wake Lou up. I turned it on as soon as I left his house and saw the missed calls from you. I did call back, but you didn’t answer. I figured you were mad at me for not showing up. I called April and apologized to her about not making it to the party last night. She forgave me for not showing up, but I would have to show up for the wedding.” he said. “I’m really sorry again.”

“It’s okay babe. I forgive you. Besides, I have my own way of thanking you for this wonderful breakfast.” I smirked and I knew he had caught on. Before he could say anything else, his phone rang and he immediately left the room to answer the call as I began to eat my breakfast.

I finished my breakfast and Harry entered the bedroom to take the tray away. I touched his arm and told him to put it on the dresser. He did what he was told and I asked him to join me in bed. Climbing on top of him, I sat on his lap for a moment. “What did I do to be married to a gorgeous woman like you?” he asked me.

I smiled, “You were just being yourself Harry, and I liked that about you. You always say the sweetest things.”

“What better way to express my love for you beautiful.”

“Mmm, I love you.” I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. Afterwards we laid down beside each other and I turned to my side and faced him. “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“You.” He looked at me and smiled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Besides me.”

He shrugged, “Nothing really, kids maybe.” Maybe. I just nodded and got off of him, then took the empty tray from the dresser. I carried everything into the kitchen and put the dirty dishes into the sink. Maybe. Maybe, he thought about kids. Maybe he thought about having them. Why was this topic bothering me so much?

The thought has crossed my mind about having kids a few months after we got married, but we pushed back the date every time. It was like we hardly ever thought about having kids nowadays. I began to wash the dishes and put them into the dishwasher to dry. “Hon, what’s wrong?” he asked, entering the kitchen.

“It’s nothing Harry.” I replied, putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, then down the hallway into the bedroom. “It’s not nothing. This topic seems to be bothering you.” He followed me into our bedroom closet and I turned around to face him. “Why isn’t it bothering you as much as it is bothering me?” I asked him.

“Babe,” He placed both hands on either side of my face, gently caressing my cheeks. “Let’s talk about this, okay?” He moved his hands to my shoulders as I nodded. He brought his hands down to meet mine and led me out of the closet. We both sat on the bed and we talked. We talked about the topic itself and I suddenly felt better just talking to him about it. “Feel better?” he asked.

“Yeah, a bit better.”

He smiled, “Good. Listen, when the two of us are both ready, we will.” I nodded and just took his word for it. I wouldn’t know what to do without Harry in these type of situations. I went to work the next day with my mind occupied on the whole subject of kids. Honestly, I did try to forget about it. “There’s that determination face again.” April muttered under her breath.

“What’s on your mind Stel?” Perrie asked me. Perrie had moved to LA with Zayn a few months after my wedding. I was glad to have Perrie to talk to as well. “Well, just the one - kids.” I said, tracing the outer rim of my mug as the three of us gathered in the break room. “That was brought up again? Stel, that’s the fifteenth time in two years.” April said.

“You’ve been counting?” I raised an eyebrow at her and took a sip of my coffee. April shook her head and said, “All I’m saying is whether you plan it or not, a kid will come.”

“I agree. It’s better if the decision is not forced. Just let it happen.” Perrie smiled. I was thankful for my friends and after a conversation with them, they made me feel a whole lot better. After work, Harry had cooked dinner that evening.

He was just about done setting the table when I closed the door behind me and placed the keys into the bowl on the counter. "How was work?" He asked with a smile on his face. I shrugged and told him that it was the same every single day.

Later that evening, I went to bed. I dreamt that night. I dreamt of our future with kids and how happy the two of us were, but would that ever happen in reality?

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