Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.

We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


55. Chapter 054

[Los Angeles]

My eyes stare at my reflection in the full length mirror in the bathroom, observing my stomach more than anything else I as turn so I could see the side view. The hotel room had a large bathroom in it. I put my hand on my stomach. Harry and I went to the doctor yesterday to check how many weeks I am – nine weeks. I have just a little bump right now, but it’s still so beautiful to me. I face the mirror again, looking at myself from head to toe.
I smile as Harry appears in the mirror with me, his hands grabbing my waist as he pulls us closer together. “You look beautiful, baby.’’ Harry whispers in my ear, kissing behind it lightly.
“I’m not wearing anything.’’ I sigh out, not understand what he finds so beautiful. I just got done drying my hair so I dropped my towel to the floor, about to put my clothes but I got caught up in the mirror.
“I know.’’ He laughs lightly as he removes his hands from my body and goes over to the door. I don’t like the sudden feeling without him with me, but I know he has to tend to Katie so I can get ready. We only have an hour before our reservations.
I step away from the mirror, not wanting to look at myself anymore. My dress was hanging on the back of the door on a metal clothes hanger. A huff comes from my mouth as I grab it and take it off the hanger. It’s a nice dress, one of Harry’s expensive buys. I have gotten to where I just don’t even care about price anymore, mainly because I don’t want to argue with him over nonsense.
First I put on my bra and underwear, black lace is one of Harry’s favorites – so I do try to please his desires sometimes. I unzip the back of the dress and pull it over my head, sliding my arms through the holes and I start to get it adjusted on my body.
“Harry.’’ I call out, knowing he can hear me. I needed his help, so maybe he can take just half a minute away from his little princess to zip my dress up. Stop, Emmy – don’t act like that. She’s your daughter, he has to take care of her. I roll my eyes to myself, realizing how stupid I am in my head.
“Yeah baby?’’ The door opens, Harry popping his head in, his eyebrows raised at me.
“Can you help me?’’ I ask, turning my back to him as I pull my hair over my shoulder. He comes in the bathroom and walks over to me.
“Sure babe.’’ He says as he reaches me. I feel his fingers against my back as he grabs the zipper, slowly pulling it up to the top. “Got a few wrinkles.’’ He mumbles behind me, I feel his hand run down my back getting rid of the wrinkles in the dress.
“Thank you.’’ I say once his hands were off me again. I turn to face him with a smile.
“No problem.’’ He replies, giving me a soft kiss against my lips before winking at me. I give him a smirk before turning back to the sink counter, I need to get ready. He leaves me alone again and I feel more focused now.

“Name please.’’ The woman spoke, no expression on her face as she waited for Harry to speak to her. Katie was in Harry’s arm, she was wide awake and blabbing out loud to herself, words that Harry and I don’t know the meaning of.
“Styles.’’ Harry tells her, adjusting his hold on the baby.
“Right this way.’’ She says, stepping out from behind the desk and towards the dining areas. Harry and I follow her, hand in hand. She leads us to the back of the restaurant in the corner, about as private as it can get here. She sits the menus down neatly and gestures for us to take a seat.
The table had six chairs, three on each side. Harry sits in the middle after I hand him the car seat, Katie can’t sit in the chair by herself, she’s still too little to understand the concept. I sit on the outside, then I fix my dress 
to make sure I looked nice.
“A waiter will be right with you.’’ She informs us before stepping away.
Harry’s body turns to face Katie as she sat in her car seat, leaving me alone as always. I sigh to myself as I realize this is going to be a long night, what if these people don’t like me? Or what if I don’t like them?
“Has she messaged you back?’’ Harry asks me, his back still facing me but I know he was talking to me. When we left the hotel, I texted Nikki – my half-sister apparently – telling her we were on the way. She responded with the same thing.
“No not yet.’’ I say, referring to the text I sent her letting her know to say Styles when asked for the reservation name. We’ve been texting back and forth for almost a week now, getting to know each other over the phone so things wouldn’t be so awkward in person. Harry supported the idea, and he’s quick to read the messages after our conversation ended. He’s so nosy sometimes, but it’s cute.    
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