Baby Girl (Harry styles fanfiction)

Rosie was 16 when she was raped and received a child from it. She was only 16 when she lost her precious child. Rosie decided that from then on she wouldn't let anyone break down her walls. She refused. That was until she met Harry styles. He was the one. The only one who could have Rosie. Who could break down her walls.

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This is my story. If you'd like to reuse it or to base your story off of it, please ask me before doing so.
Warning: May contain Curse words and names of illegal substances.
Also, may refer to Sex.
Thanks for reading:)


1. Baby Girl #1

Rosie's POV

*Flash Back*

"Rose we will have fun. You'll love it" Joshua begged.

"No Joshua. I'm not ready" I replied.

"Well. I guess I have to do it the hard way" He said, then pulled me by my waist. 

I was pushed up against his chest.

"leave me alone" I yelled in his face which seemed to have set him off some more.

"Listen! This'll be fast and painless. It's not like your a virgin" He said. I whimpered because I am, in fact a virgin.

He pushed me on the bed and I hit my head on the headboard.

"Ow" I groaned while putting my hand up on my head. I felt a liquid substance leaking from my scalp. I pulled my hand away and recognized the thick red substance. Blood.

"This could of been so much easier... But you made it worst" He said and started to undress me.

*End of Flashback*

Hot sweat flowed down my rough skin.

Cries and whimpers escaped my lips, going into the air making everyone know how much of a disaster I am.

I laid my head back on the soft pillow and closed my eyes. These nightmares were frequent. The events in them only happened about 2 years ago.


"Stop being a drag Rosie. The baby will be totally fine. You can't lose it your already 5 months along" Joshua said.

He held out a blunt and a bottle of expensive wine.

"A-Are you sure?" I asked.

My hands were shaking and my tangled hair was all over the place.

"Positive" He said. He then laid down on his stomach and handed me the wine and blunt. 

He placed his two large hands on my swollen belly and pulled up my shirt.

"Tell mommy everything is alright." He kissed my belly and smiled up at me.

"Baby, Breanna will be okay. She's a soldier, she'll survive one sip and a puff" He said.

This was the first time he referred to our baby girl as Breanna. He used to say it was a horrid name, But it was his mother's name and we promised to name our baby after her if it was a girl.... that was before she was murdered.

"Okay" I said. 

I took a long swig from the bottle and let it slid down my throat. It burned but was relaxing.

I then placed the nicely rapped blunt in between my teeth and breathed in. The other end lit up red.

I took it out of my mouth and puffed out the cloud of smoke. Then I started laughing. Nothing was gonna happen.

*End of Flashback*


I was so stupid.

Tomorrow would of been Breanna's 2nd birthday according to her due date.

November 17, 2012 .

Who knew getting high and drinking could cause a dramatic miscarriage and the loss of a, already broken, relationship.

'Come on skinny love just last the year, Pour a little salt we were never here'

My alarm clock blared out.

I turned to it and pressed the snooze button.

I sat up and looked around my sad and crappy room.

I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of black leggings and a cami. Then I pulled on some converses and put my short brown hair in a pony tail.

I also grabbed my navy blue boyfriend cardigan.

I snatched my iPhone off the charger and went into the kitchen. I made myself a bowl of oatmeal and left for work.

I currently worked at a Macy's at the biggest mall in the city.

I was the Assistant Manager, mostly because I have been working here for a year and a half and I was very experienced.

"Rosilynn get to work" My boss aka Ronda said. She was the Manager of the store and a very crabby and rude woman.

"It's just Rosie. We've been over this" I said.

"Whatever. I don't even care anymore" She said and walked away.

I took out my head phones and turned on Birdy's Album from last year. Skinny love was my favorite song on there.

I started bobbing my head and dancing a little. You know, really getting into the song until I bumped into someone.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry" I said while turning around and turning off my music.

"You ought to be sorry" The guy I bumped into said.

He had curly brown hair. He looked really angry. I looked down and saw a huge coffee stain on his white dress shirt.

"Do you want to be fired?" He yelled in my face. 

He was seriously over reacting. Yeah, now he has a coffee stain but come on. No need to yell.

"Dude, calm down. Your over reacting it's just a shirt" I said.

"Just a shirt? Just a shirt? this shirt cost me $200!" He yelled.

So he was British. Wonder why he's in this boring part of America.

"Just get a cheaper one here" I shrugged, not feeling guilty anymore since he yelled at me.

"That's very funny. I do not shop from these god awful stores." He said.

I rubbed my my forehead.

"Just.... Go to Ronda. she'll get the 200 out of my yearly check. Then you can go live you happy little rich life" I said.

"I don't want to use your money" He sighed. His voice much more calm then before.

"I'm sorry I yelled. It's just been a stressful day. Ha I bet you don't even know who I am" He said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Should I?" I asked.

"Well you should. I'm the owner of this mall. Ronda's boss" He said. My mouth was agar. 

I basically just yelled at my actual boss and disrespected him.

"Oh my" I said slapping my had over my mouth.

"Please don't fire me" I said while shaking my head.

"No need to get scared. I'm not firing you. But there is a catch" He said. I sighed but took in a sharp intake, waiting to hear the catch.

"What's the catch?" I questioned slowly.

"You have to go to dinner with me" He said.

"Wait...... What?" I asked.

"Dinner. Tonight at the grand Eltro"  (Made up dudeXD)

"Umm sure." I said.

"Great. I'll pick you up at-" He started.

"No. I'll meet you there" I said.

It wasn't to stall but it was to keep him away from my sad, pitiful house.

"oh.. uh okay" He said.

I smiled at him.

"Well I have to get back to work..." I said.

"Harry. Harry styles but call me Mr. styles at work please" He said. I nodded.

"Okay Mr. Styles see you at 8?" I asked.

"Great" He replied

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