Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

This isn't how I planned any aspect of my life to occur.

The plan was simple: Finish university with a 4.0 GPA, Get a well-paying corporate job that's more intense than the assistant job I've now, Find a man that loves me for me, Get married at a gorgeous ceremony, Have beautiful children, Grow old with the man of my dreams and watch our kids mature right before our eyes, and Then fall deeper and deeper in love with our time together.

That Night wasn't supposed to happen. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

*Contains: Language, mild sexual content, and a bit of violence. Content could be triggering for some.*


47. ✗ forty-five ✗


18 August

"Shay, can I speak with you in my office please?"

My attention is snatched from my computer monitor as Harry stands in the doorway of his office, a bright smile on his lips. I haven't seen him since he shut himself in that office two hours ago to get some paperwork down for the expansion. Thankfully, he's back to working hard after the relaxing weekend we had a few days ago.

"Of course you can."

Standing from my desk chair I smooth out the pencil skirt I wear and glance to Melissa, who sits smirking at us whilst I approach my Harry. When she catches my eye she quickly looks away and pretends to be busing herself with work.

Whenever we're left alone for more than two seconds she starts to ask about Harry and I. I give short answers and sometimes send her away with work. I'm so glad I only have to deal with her for another week or so.

As soon as I step into Harry's office I'm tugging at the tight skirt around my waist. My clothes are beginning to get tighter and tighter and I've yet to buy maternity clothes specifically for work, so I'm stuck with my old items. My green pencil skirt has not been a very good choice today. The fabric is tight, clearly showing off the four-month baby bump that I adorn, thankfully the loose navy blouse I wear hides the bump from those around us.

"Unzip me." I order, shrugging off my white Rebecca Taylor blazer and lifting the back of my blouse up so that the zipper of my skirt is on display.

"Excuse me?" Harry asks in shock as he stands at the closed doors of his office, locking it after I've spoken.

I don't know what he expects to happen, but surely won't make a difference. I don't want Melissa, or some other employee for that matter, stumbling into Harry's office when I'm not properly situated.

"I cannot stand to be suffocated by this skirt any longer, it's literally squeezing the life out of me. I need you to unzip it so that I can breathe again." Harry chuckles as he steps forward and pulls the zipper of my skirt all the way down, a satisfied sigh leaving my lips. "Do you have a blanket or something?" I question, the feeling of breathing never having been so satisfying before.

"How about this?" Harry shakes his head before shrugging his suit jacket off and holding it out to me.

"That'll work. Shut your beautiful eyes." Harry huffs and follows my directions,

"If I had known that you would be dropping your skirt in my office today I would have done a bit more to tidy the room up." He says to me as I let the fabric pool on the carpet of his office floor.

I take the suit jacket from his hands and hold it around my waist, making a make-shift skirt before taking the green fabric and tossing it at Harry's head. "Hey!"

"Hey yourself." I reply before plopping down on the couch at the side of the room. Harry grins at me, taking a peek down at me as I clutch his suit jacket around my bare waist. His eyebrows raise and a smirk takes place on his lips. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"


"Stop it you!" I scold when his gaze zeros in on my bump and freezes there. "You called me in here for a reason, I presume. What is it? You've got me curious." Harry grins and jogs over to his desk to grab his laptop and a notepad before plopping down on the sofa beside me.

"I've been doing some thinking, have been for a long time, but now seems like the perfect time for this." He begins, placing his laptop atop his lap and setting the notepad down beside him. "So, my house..."

"What about your house?"

"Well, it's big and great and all, but it's just not a place to raise a child. There's a floor with a pool and hot tub, there's heaps of stairs, plus the master bedroom is on it's own floor with the spare rooms up another level. I want to buy us a house, to raise this baby in."

Harry's been living in his Holland Park home since before I met him. I actually think it was a gift from his father before he died. He loves that home. It's got an in house studio, gym, pool, and personal office. The fact that he's willing to give it all up for this child and myself is mind-boggling.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Of course." He says with a large grin.

"You don't have to do this, babe." I say, "Buying a new home is just going to be a hassle, especially with all this work you're doing for the Australia expansion and with the baby. I know he or she is months away from being here, but don't you think moving is just going to be an added stress?"

Like the stubborn man he is, Harry simply shakes his head.

"Shay, I want this. I don't want to raise a child in the death trap of a home we already have." I giggle lightly and nod, slightly agreeing with him.

He does have a point. I wouldn't want the baby to fall down all those steps or wander to the level with the pool. He or she could get seriously hurt. Plus, Harry's right, there would be no bedroom near our room. The baby could only stay in our room for so long before having to be moved upstairs, and that's not ideal.

"Are you sure? Like 100% sure, Harry?" He nods frantically and turns the laptop towards me.

"I've already started looking. I've got it narrowed down between a three-bedroom terrace in Chislehurst and a five-bedroom terrace in Woodsford Square, which is only around the corner from the current home. They're both great and I know Chislehurst is quite far from work but I don't care if you like that one better. I will make the drive. It's such a cute cottage and would be a great place to raise this little guy or girl." Harry says, placing his hand atop my stomach. I grin at him as he continues on his rant about the houses. "Or we go with the Woodsford Square place, which has an absolutely breathtaking garden. We could plant flowers in the springtime and it'd be a great place for this kid and I to play footie in the afternoons."

My heart warms at the thought of Harry and my child playing football in the garden of our home or raising a child in a home where the flowers grow tall and bright.

"Show me." I whisper. Harry smiles to me before showing me the first place.

"This is the Chislehurst place. It's only three-bedrooms, so kind of small but the three of us won't need too much room. Unfortunately there's only one bathroom and it's on the ground floor, but I can get my contractor to build one on the upstairs level. All the bedrooms are on the first floor, so we wouldn't be too far away from the baby." Harry drones on happily as I take in the photographs located on the page.

The first photograph is of the exterior of the home. It's brown brick with two windows and a white door. There's a small brick fence around the front garden for privacy reasons and a small tree with yellowing leaves. It's absolutely darling. The next photo is of the kitchen, which is rather small for my liking. Its appliances are black and counters and cabinets white and grey. I gasp at the third photo, a smile coming to my lips.

The previous homeowners already turned one bedroom into a nursery for a little girl, complete with pink walls and white decals.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? Of course, I'll probably end up redecorating the nursery because I just want it to be special for him or her. Especially if the baby ends up being a boy, wouldn't want him to be living in a pink room for the first year of his life."

He scrolls through the rest of the photos, all of which pretty impressive for such a small home. I like a lot of things about it, the large lounge, the bedrooms being close together, the cute nursery, the modernized bathroom, and of course the small garden In the back.

But there were some downsides: the single bathroom being located on the ground floor, the small kitchen, the laundry being in the kitchen, and boxy fireplace residing in the lounge.

"It's adorable, what about the other house?"

Harry happily kisses my temple before switching to the second option.

The house has a more modernized brick exterior and looks to be four levels. There's lot of windows to show in the sunlight. The exterior gives the feel of a city home without it being located directly in the midst of London. And as Harry said earlier, it's only around the corner from our current abode.

"So I know this home is definitely more modern and it does have three bathrooms instead of the one, which is nice. There's a lot of stairs, but that problem can be fixed with those child-lock gates, I can even install them myself." He boasts with a smile as he shows me the floor plan. "I'm thinking if we move into this house, we'll take the master bedroom on the second floor and the baby can stay in the small bedroom on the same floor that way we're close. Then we can turn the three third floor bedrooms into offices and maybe a small studio."

We scroll through the provided photos and I find the modernized kitchen and interior to die for. The wood in the kitchen looks so sleek with the dark granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. I can already picture Harry and I cooking up a storm in there. The dinning room table would outlook the back patio with its floor to ceiling pull-away windows. The bedrooms look of decent sizes, especially the master with a built-in wardrobe for all of our clothes. But when Harry gets to the photograph of the communal garden in the back I know this is the place.

It's just like Harry said, perfect.

I can see myself sitting out here whilst drinking a cuppa in the morning. I can see myself planting so many flowers that the neighbors will be jealous. I can see Harry and my child playing football in the area, running around whilst I laugh at them from my seat on the wooden bench. I can see my future before my eyes.

"Harry, it's this home." I decide. I don't need to think about it any further. "This home is absolutely beautiful and perfect for raising a family. We'll be able to be close to the baby and you'll be able to completely design the nursery to our liking. The kitchen is gorgeous and the view from the dinning table will be something that I will love to sit and eat at. I usually don't make decisions this quickly or without worrying all about something, but this is what I want."


"Yes!" I exclaim, taking the laptop from him before I crawl over his lap and straddle with waist with my knees.

"Wow, I didn't know you were going to get this excited." He chuckles as I tangle my nails in the strands of hair at the base of his neck. "I guess I'll give my realtor a call today and then have him bring the paperwork over. It'll be our house."

"Our house." I repeat, feeling how the words taste on my own tongue. I decide I like the taste.

I've never had a house, besides my parents' house all I had for myself was my flat; the flat that I ruined the paint in the lounge because of some forceful vodka bottle tossing. "I love you so much." I say, leaning down to press my lips against his, but someone knocking at the door beats me to it.

We both groan inwardly as I climb from him and grab my skirt from the ground. I slip it on as Harry gets situated before coming to me and zipping me in to the constricting material.


"We'll get back to that later." I nod and go to the door, happier than I was when I entered.

I pull the frosted glass open to find Melissa standing tall on the other side, a small smile on her lips and a woman standing behind her.

I do a double take on the brunette with dyed silver ombre standing just beyond Melissa, my jaw dropping when I take her in. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and makeup look professionally done as no hair stands out of place. She wears what looks to be this year's Chanel fashion and totes around an expensive Kate Spade handbag, a newer model than the one she toted around in sixth form.


Her eyes fit to me in an instant, her jaw dropping as she takes me up and down. There's a moment of calm between the three of us women before a loud squeal leaves the lips of my old friend as she pushes past Melissa to take me in her arms.

"Shay Nichols!" She screams in my ear, jumping up and down in her six inch Jimmy Choo's. "I haven't seen you in ages!" She says as she pulls away from me and looks me up and down.

I pray that she didn't notice the baby bump hidden beneath my clothes when she came in for a hug. If she blurts that out in front of Melissa the secret will be officially out.

"I can't believe you're still in London, would've thought you'd get your cute little ass as far away from this place as possible!"

"I can't believe you're actually here! Last I heard you were jetting around the world, spending your time strutting your butt across Dubai with some hunk."

"Some cheating hunk he was." She mutters, her Geordie accent still as thick as ever, though I don't know the last time she was home. "Trust me girl, I dropped him as soon as I found out. I think I left him behind in Thailand, wouldn't remember even if I tried. I've actually been in Glasgow for six months, then took a cheeky little trip to Dublin to visit my man."

"New man, huh?"

"Oh yeah, fit as hell that one. Could go on about the lad all day if I wanted! But enough about that, what are you doing here? Would've thought you'd go into the art world, much less the business world." She questions looking about the offices around us. "I thought I was meeting a fella named Styles, unless that's you and your ass actually got married finally." I laugh and shake my head right away.

Moxy likes to assume things, wouldn't want her thinking I was head of Styles Incorporated.

"Of course not, surname is still Nichols. I'm Mr. Styles' executive assistant."

Moxy squeals loudly and brings me in for another bone crushing hug. I've missed seeing her everyday.

As soon as we got out of sixth form, we went separate ways. Moxy's parents are much like mine, but way nicer. They're welcoming, kind, and genuinely interested in Moxy's life, or at least they were. They always supported her, but I knew she wanted to get out of the house. She, unlike I, enjoyed the classy lifestyle and the parties. So when I went to uni, she traveled the world and partied her ass off. I played it safe; Moxy played the game of Life like a true rebel.

"Executive assistant, aye? Sounds like a good gig." I nod my head and push the door open wider. 

"Yeah, it is. What are you doing here though? Thought I'd never see you again after you left Chelsea."

Moxy opens her mouth to answer, but her eyes shift to the man who walks up behind me. Her eyes widen and she immediately bites down on her lip. She may be taken, but it's not an easy job for her to turn off her flirty personality.

"Shay, you forgot this." Harry mutters from behind me, holding out my white blazer in his large hand.

"Executive assistant, right." Moxy mumbles, sending me a wink.

I promptly punch her in the arm as I grab the blazer from Harry's hand. Her eyebrows are wiggling up and down as a smirk takes over her nude lips. "I don't believe we've properly met." I roll my eyes and shrug the blazer on my shoulders.

"'Course you haven't, you just got here!" I exclaim, laughing lightly as I step out the way. "Moxy, meet Styles Incorporated's CEO Harry Styles. Mr. Styles, meet Moxy Lancaster, her title unknown, but I've known her since primary school."

Harry extends his hand for my mate from childhood to shake. Moxy takes it happily and looks him up and down before sending me another cheeky wink.

"Lingerie Designer."

"Excuse me!" I exclaim, my voice carrying as both Harry and my own eyes double in size.

Harry visibly gulps before looking to me and I'm left wondering why a Lingerie Designer has come to Harry's office. I clear my throat and smile at my old friend. "And what brings you here then? Lingerie business or something else?" Moxy giggles and shakes her head at me.

"I didn't come here for the lingerie business, but I can always turn that side of me on if you'd like."

I shake my head. The last thing I need for Moxy to do is size me for some new lingerie whilst my boyfriend stands in the room. Though, I do need new, bigger bras.

"My boyfriend actually knew I was coming to town for a few weeks before going back to Glasgow and wanted meet to give his mate something."

"Mate? Me?" Moxy nods to Harry with a big grin before pulling an envelope out of her handbag and waving it around before him. "Who is your boyfriend?" Harry interjects, glancing down at the envelope in her hand.

"Pretty good pal of yours, or so he says. Niall Horan ring a bell?"

"Niall's got a girlfriend?" Moxy nods over to Harry before he laughs loudly. "Well I'll be damned! Never in a million years thought that would happen. Pleasure to meet you Moxy." Moxy smiles and curtsies and looks to me. "Why don't you, Shay, and myself step into my office?"

"Please, we've loads to speak about." She says, wiggling her brows before doing a once over on me.

I step out the way of Moxy and allow her to enter through the office as I look to Harry. He shrugs his shoulder before leading me in as well and shutting the door. "So," Moxy sings out as she drops down in a leather seat before Harry's desk, "how long have the two of you been shagging?"

"Moxy!" I hiss, feeling my cheeks burn red. "We're not...we're not shagging."

"You're not?" She questions, seemingly not believing me. "Hmmm, my mistake must have got the wrong idea from the photograph over there and the googly eyes the two of you have been sending each other."

I glance to the photograph on Harry's bookshelf, the one taken at the zoo a few weeks ago. It's us in front of an animal exhibit with Harry's lips attached to my cheek and a wide grin on my lips as I hold Lux on my hip.

"We're dating, but we're not shagging."

"Wow, yet another lie to your best mate! Time has changed you Shay, you never used to lie to me like this. Your parents were another story though." Harry grins at the both of us whilst he takes a seat behind his desk. Apparently he loves Moxy teasing the hell out of me. "So you either got a boob job, which I can tell you didn't because it's not the only body part that's grown on you, or your pregnant."

My jaw drops and I look to Harry, who looks equally surprised.

"How did you know that?"

Moxy squeals and grabs me in another hug from my chair beside hers.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I'm so happy for you! Both of you!"

I grin at her and sheepishly look to Harry. He doesn't seem too angry that she knows, but neither am I. She's my best mate. Sure, I haven't seen her in ages, but I've always loved and trusted her with my life.

"Besides, I'm a Lingerie Designer, Shay. I can take measurements just by a simple touch; it's a gift really."


"Congratulations, the both of you." I bite my lip and look to Harry, who sends me a smile back. "When are you due?"

"Doctor said the twenty-seventh of January."

"Maybe he or she will stay in there a little while longer so then we can share a birthday." Harry gushes, sending me a wink.

He's been gunning for that since the second the doctor told us the projected birth date, like a little less than a week prior to his birthday. I don't know how long he expects me to keep him or her in me, it's possible, but highly unlikely.

"Ignore him, he or she will come when they are ready." Moxy leans back in her chair, shaking her head at me whilst she grins.

"Never thought I'd see the day Shay Nichols' pregnant, I'll tell you."

Here we go...

"Don't listen to a thing that leaves Moxy's lips, gorgeous."

"Oh shush; Harry, get this, back in sixth form this girl was a wild child! Sorry Shay, but I'm going to embarrass you for a bit, your other half needs to know these things." I shrug and feel the blush creeping on. The amount of times Louis has gushed old stories about Harry I suppose it's my turn to be embarrassed. "Your girl did nothing but study her cute little ass off and party until she lost all respect for herself."

"In my defense, I enjoyed studying, call me a nerd all you lot want but I did enjoy the quietness it brought. I found freedom in burying my face in my lessons and cramming my head full of knowledge that I can't even remember now. And I had a shitty home life, of course I was going to drown that out with drinks and dancing!" I say for myself, holding my hands up in defense.

"I don't have a clue how she came to college the next day not hungover as fuck. I didn't drink nearly as much as her and I had it worse! I guess it's just all in the person, I suppose. Back to her wild habits," I roll my eyes and take a glance at Harry to see him grinning. "Shay at parties had to be one of my favorite versions of the Shay I grew up with, second to her cheeky little self that is. She would sneak out of her house through the front door, her oblivious parents assuming she were asleep in her bed. Makes no sense, that she snuck right out the bloody front door. She would dance atop tables until her feet ached, Shay even beat out the boys in drinking games."

"Not all the games." Harry smirks over at me and simply shakes his head at me. "I'm so glad I grew out of that phase of my life." I grumble.

I remember back to all those hungover mornings where I hid the symptoms well enough to make it through school and all those rough nights making out with other rich bastards. I had little self-respect. I wish I could go back and tell little me that partying didn't do anything and making out with a bunch of guys didn't make me cool or feel loved.

"Yeah, well hopefully the new babe won't follow in your footsteps, am I right Shay?"

I chuckle at Moxy and nod my head. The last thing I need is for this child to act anything like me when he or she gets to be a teenager. I will lose my mind and most likely my patience if they are anything like who I used to be.

"Hopefully not."

The laughter between the three of us soon fades to a comfortable silence, with Moxy looking between Harry and I like we're animals at a zoo. I don't know what she finds so fascinating about us, but her eyes never seem to leave our faces, her own smile stagnant.

"So, what exactly brings you in to my office today, Moxy?" Harry questions, turning towards the bubbly female at my right. "Aside from the wonderful stories of my dear Shay back when she were young and rebellious."

Moxy nods her head and digs into her handbag once again, fishing the envelope out.

"Not sure exactly what it's for, Niall just said to give it to ya'." Moxy hands off the envelope to Harry, who sits back in his chair and opens it. "So, Shay, I would assume you're not still living with your folks. But you are very full of surprises now in days, wouldn't know what to expect." I chuckle and shake my head right away.

It'd be quite a joke if I, a twenty-one year old woman (almost twenty-two), were still living at home with her two deranged parents.

"No, no, Harry and I actually live together and we're looking for a new place. Somewhere where we can raise," I clear my throat and smile over at Harry, "our child together." I lie.

It's odd, but I love the way it feels rolling from my tongue. Our child.

"Man, I kind of wish you weren't pregnant now."

"Why's that?"

"Now, hold on, don't take offense. I didn't mean to sound like a right bitch. But because your birthday is coming up, isn't it, silly? Or have I been away that long that I've forgotten your very own birthday, my best mate's birthday."

I shake my head and roll my eyes, seeing Harry glance to me out of the corner of my eye.

I've never been one for birthday's, aside from my eighteenth where I was legally allowed to drink. When I was growing up my parents didn't focus too much on birthdays, and they stunk with gifts. On my fourteenth birthday I was giving horseback lessons as a gift; lessons in which I skipped out on against my mother and nanny's orders. After eighteen, there really wasn't anything special.

Woo Hoo I'm a year older, a year closer to getting wrinkles.

"Mox, I haven't celebrated my birthday since I turned eighteen."

"Party-pooper!" I shrug and take the hit.

I'm down for a good party when I'm in the mood, but I don't like being celebrated. I don't like having all that unwanted attention on myself.

"You know I don't do birthdays. I don't enjoy the concept. I don't do parties either. I usually spend them at home, alone with a glass of wine and some good bit of TV. That's all I need." Harry clears his throat and I mentally smack myself. "Aside from last year, when Harry and I stayed in, watched movies, and baked a cake." I lie, trying to make this relationship sound legit.

"Ugh, you're like an old married couple!" Moxy groans, letting her head roll back. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"I'm pretty sure what we did that night wasn't something an old married couple would have the energy to do."

I smack myself in the forehead at Harry's words as he chuckles lightly to himself. Moxy cheers and claps her hands together.

"Birthday sex, I like it." I shake my head out of pure embarrassment, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. Of course his mind would go to sex. "Seems like this year, you don't need all the sex though." Moxy says, motioning to my baby bump hidden beneath my loose blouse. "This year we're going out."

"No, no we're not."

"No, not out to a club or anything, just out. You shouldn't spend the night of your birthday on the couch in sweats. You should be spending it with those who love and adore you, like myself and handsome over there, maybe I could even steal Niall's arse away from work for a bit."

"I like staying in though." Moxy groans and looks to Harry as if he'll possibly help her, but I know he's on my side. He'll side with me, his girlfriend, over Moxy, whom he just met maybe twenty minutes ago.

"Ugh, fine! Be boring! When exactly is your birthday?" I narrow my eyes at her and she shrugs. "Not for a party, I just wanna get you a little something."

I know that Moxy won't let this go. If she can't take me out, can't throw me a party, then she'll only settle for buying me a gift.

"Next Friday."

"Perfect." Moxy breathes out, sending an unrecognizable glance to Harry. I just hope she doesn't plan something. "Just bloody perfect." 

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