Harry Styles' Daughter

The front door slammed shut, and what seemed like thousands of girls ran up the stairs. Another door slammed shut in Paisley's room.
"I'm going to go tell them to be quiet," I tell Louis.
"Don't be such a kill joy, I cant even hear them, mate." Louis responded.
"Well, I'll just make sure they aren't doing anything they aren't supposed to." I say standing up.
"Like what, Harry? Paisley's a good girl. You know it. let her be a teenager and sit back down and do some bloody work" Louis said hardly making eye contact before looking back down at his work.
I sighed and sat back down.
"man, remember when we were 16?" Louis said after some silence.
I nodded in response.
"Those were the days." He said with a slight chuckle. "First year of One Direction, you started dating Delilah, can't forget those wild parties. I remember this one time, it was you and me, oh and El and Delilah were there too, and-" I cut him off.
"Enough, Louis. I'll be right back." I stood up and shut myself down in the basement, in the back room beside Paisley's dance studio. I slid down the wall and sat in the corner and threw my head back, frustrated.
Why did Louis have to bring up Delilah?
Damn.
14 years later, and hearing her name was still hard. And Paisley. she was a whole other story. Her long legs, her blonde hair that looked just like hers, not to mentioned the way she danced. That laugh. i swear I hear Delilah every time she laughed.
This was all so much. I was supposed to give Paisley everything. I promised I would. But I had. she had a house, food, friends, a good education. she had everything. Except loving parents.
*Flash Back*
I walked into our house at 5:30 and smelled..... chicken? "That's odd," I thought. Delilah never cooked.
"Mmmm, smells good," I mumbled against her neck, hugging her from behind. she laughed as I covered her neck with kisses.
"I wanted to surprise you with a homecooked dinner tonight." She said now facing me, kissing me on the lips.
"Baby, you don't have to do that," I responded.
"I also have a surprise for you," she smiled, "now go get ready for dinner." and with that, she smacked my bum as I turned to go shower before the food was ready.
I sat at the dinner table across from my wife, "So what's the big news that deserves such the occasion?" I asked with a grin.
"I didn't want to tell you until I was 100% sure, but my period was late. By two months. So today, I went to the doctors and, I'm pregnant!" She said with a smile.
"Pregnant?" was all I could say.
"They said in a couple weeks we'll be able to see an ultrasound and actually see the baby, isn't this great, Harry?" She said, her smile growing by the second.
"Great? Delilah, we've only been married two and a half months. I'm in a band. A very successful band. A band that travels the world 7 months of the year. How can you come with me if you're watching some child all the time? We're too young, Delilah, you have to get an abortion."
"I thought you would be excited. And I won't get an abortion. How could I do that? This." she said pointing to her flat stomach, "Is our child. not just SOME kid. Its OUR child. We made it together. I know it's going to be hard, but we can do this Harry. I know we can. Please?" She said beating her wet eye lashes.
"no." I said. "Absolutely not, no." I said getting up. "Choose the baby or me. But I can't deal with this right now."
"You want me to choose?" She said in shock
"Yep. right now." I responded.
"You're going to regret saying that Harold Edward. Because I choose the baby."

Notes

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