Charlottes POV

As I pull down the door knob and pull it open, it leads to a corridor way where it was dark, but enough to see, I tiptoed out of the room, I didn't want him seeing me. As I was walking through the corridor, a picture captured my attention, it was slightly broken at the corner, the glass was cracked. It was a picture of a beautiful teenager girl she had light brown dark, wavy hair, a wide smile with dimples, a pregnant older looking woman she has dark brown hair, and a beautiful smile, with the same looking face, and then.. him. He looked so innocent, he looked like he wouldn't even hurt a fly. What happened? I was pulled out of thoughts as a voice had scowled;


"YOU'RE SO UNGRATEFUL!" then a pause, which got my head turned towards where the voice came from.


BANG


I gasped, and startled a little bit,

Who on earth was he talking too?

Don't go, turn back to the room and shrug it off.
No, go find out what's going on...

I was debating to myself, whether I should go, or turn back.

Don't be a pussy and go, dipshit.

I pushed myself to go, I slowly, quietly walked towards to where the noise was coming from, there was an open frame, and a light. I pressed my back up towards the wall on the side of the open frame, pussying out.


I closed my eyes, and breathed gently.

I heard panting, and baby cries. But the baby cries were softer.

Poor baby.

"Stop crying!" the voice snapped, but the baby cries did not stop.


"JUST STOP" the voice screamed, then all i heard was glass shattering.

Man up, Charlotte.

Before I knew it, I was standing behind the back of the man with curly hair, the lights were yellow tinted. As he was swiping plates, and glasses or anything on the counter. The room was a mess... there was broken items on the floor, clothes, baby toys, and more.

As the glass shattered I whimpered. I really hate the sound of things being broken. I turn my head to the side, as I saw a white wooden crib, that's where the baby cries were heard. I made my way to the crib, and was still unnoticed. He must have stopped, because it went silent. But his panting roamed the room.

I kicked away the broken glass, or items to make a trail to the crib. There was a sofas surrounding it it, and a fire place infront of it. Placed on the fireplace were pictures, candles, and flowers in a jar. It was so cozy.

I place my hands on the crib and saw a beautiful baby before my eyes, he was moving about while crying out loud. I stared deeply into his beautiful green eyes. It reminded me of that time I stared Deep Inside the unknowns man eyes. They were just the same. Beautiful.



I realized he had stopped crying as he stared back at me. He stopped moving about as his cries stopped. I smiled, he was just so breathtaking. He lightly raised arms out for me to hold him in my arms. I giggled, and took his offer. I slowly put my hand behind his back,and my other hand at he back of his head, lifting him in my arms. The room was so silent. I felt the moments in-between. I held him infront of me as I spoke;

"Aren't you beautiful boy" I say in a baby tone, as he giggled.

I then felt a presence behind of me. So I turned my head to face the pair of green eyes, he gave me a small smile, he made his way beside me


"I'm Harry." He spoke fast

Nice name

"He already loves you, Kitten" he spoke softly. I looked at him, as he was looking towards me and the baby, he looked so alive, happy. His eyes were brighter than they usually are.

"He's beautiful." I reply. He was absolutely gorgeous.

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Harrys POV


The cries had stopped, the room ways silent, except my heavy breaths.

Why has he stopped? I then heard a giggle, it definitely wasn’t him.

I turned my heel over the the crib, and saw her holding him.

The way she held him. The way she looked at him, it was just so, delicate.


I slowly made my way towards them. I stopped as she was talking to him in baby tones, and his little giggles came bursting out.

Why can’t he be like this all the time?

I was smiling at them, a smile that I couldn’t stop. I probably look like an idiot right now.

She then turned around, looking at me. She was so beautiful…

What the fuck Harry? It’s just hump then dump. No falling.

"I'm Harry." I blurted out, too fast she probably thinks something wrong with me. She just turned back at him and smiled.

“He’s beautiful” you’re beautiful too, interesting. She was smiling widely, her beautiful pearl white teeth were showing. He chocolate brown hair fell so perfectly, and waved, showing her face structure. Her eyes, they were brown, beautiful. Long natural eyelashes. In short, she’s absolutely perfect.

I got pulled out of thoughts, and realized I’m smiling like an idiot.

“What’s his name?” She asked softly.

“Henry” I paused as he fiddled. “Henry Edgar Styles”

My mother named him, she named him after me. She said she wanted him and I to be alike. She always told me I was perfect. Well look at me now. Are you still proud, mum?

Because 16 year old me wouldn’t be proud of me today.

“Is he,uhm… your son” she asked shyly.

“Oh, god, no. He’s my brother.” I say slowly

She looked like she was debating to herself about another question, as she looked so lost into thoughts.

Henry looked half asleep, he is gorgeous. He’s all I got. I just don’t want him to end up like me.

“Where’s your parents?” she asked fast.

That’s when my heart dropped at the thought. My face stiffened up, and dropped. I felt the anger fly around me.

Notes

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