Love Never Dies

"Honey, I'm serious," my mother gives me a small smile. I stare at her for a few more seconds as I think about what she said to me. My mother is the most loveliest woman I have ever met. I wish to one day be a parent and wife like my mother. And that's what this conversation with her is about; me being a wife and having children. My mother thinks it's time for me to take the next step in my life and start dating. But the thing is, she knows that I don't want to marry. I want a baby. Not a husband. Besides, the only guy I have ever brought home for my parents to meet, was Nick, my middle school boyfriend. I had lots of other boyfriends, but nothing serious. As much as I hate the idea of dating, I know that my mother is right. It's time for me to start thinking about those things in life. I'm almost 22, and if I only marry at 30 I would be too old for children. But on the other hand; I don't want a man in my life. "Or go to a sperm bank," she continues. She knows how desperately I want to have a child, but marriage isn't something I want or need right now.


"Alright mom," I finally give in as I hold on to my cup of coffee. I don't like the idea of a sperm bank, I want my baby to know his/her father. A squeal comes from my mother before her motherly arms are hugging my body. Her hands rub my back as she kisses my temple.

"I'm going to be a grandmother. And I have a few nice boys I would like you to meet with," she beams at me.


"Oh God," I laugh at her. My mother has horrible taste in men for me. "Let me do that," I tell her as I stand up from my chair. I walk to the sink with my coffee mug and place it down before turning back to my mother. "I have to go now, I have an award night to attend tomorrow," I tell her.

"Are you being a model for the night too?" She asks me as I walk over to my handbag.


"Always," I wink at her. Once again, her motherly arms are hugged around me in a tight embrace before she walks me to the door. "Tell daddy I love him," I tell her after I peck her cheek.


"I will honey," she assures me as she combs a strand of hair behind my ear. I hate how my father is almost never home. He's the reason for me hating alcohol so much. I mean, I drink, but I don't drink ever weekend. I walk to my car and unlock it as I reach for my phone in my handbag. After slipping into my seat, I close the door and check my messages. I have two from Andi, my best friend, asking if I am still going to visit her next weekend and one from Harry, asking if I want to hang out. I exit his message to check the time and smile as the time shows 16:00. I type him a fast 'Yes, meet me at my house.' before driving to my place. The thought of Harry makes me smile. Always had, and I fear, always will. I have had a crush on him for a while now, two years if I'm correct, and he said he likes me too, but for some reason we have never tried taking it further than a friendship. We met at a runway I did at an award night, kind of like the event I'm doing tomorrow. We've been friends ever since. Thinking about what my mother said; if Harry and I could at least try, maybe we could work out. But I try not to put my heart on that too much, he doesn't like girls like me. Sooner than I thought I would, I pull up at my house. Harry's car was already parked in the driveway with a dressed-in-all-black Harry leaning against the hood of the car. I smile at him as I grab my handbag and step out of the car. As soon as I close the door, his long, muscular arms are wrapped around my shoulders. His lips are gently placed on my temple as he hugs me closer to him.

"Hey Lu," he greets me with a warm smile.

"Hey Haz," I smile back before walking over to my front door.


"What took you so long to reply?" He questions. I think back to way it took me so long, and chuckle.


"My mother talked to me about getting a boyfriend and having a baby,"

"Why?" He questions again as we walk into my house. Harry closes the door with his right foot and hangs his coat on the coat hanger next to my jersey I just took off.


"She thinks it's time for me to get serious with someone and have children," I shrug as we walk to the kitchen.

"Well do you want to be serious with someone?" He frowns as he sits on my kitchen island.


"I honestly don't know," I tell him in a soft voice. And it's true; I don't know. But what I do know, is that this is something I shouldn't be discussing with Harry, not while I have a crush on him. Besides, when he admitted his feelings towards me, we were drunk and that was three months ago.

"I can give you a baby," he winks at me with that Godly smirk on his face. I burst out in laughter as I walk over to my fridge.

"Want a beer?" I ask him.


"I'm serious. I can give you one. I mean, I wouldn't mind. And yes please," he mutters. I chuckle at him and hand him his beer before walking back to collect one for myself. I close the fridge and walk over to my kitchen island to join Harry on it. "So?" He cocks an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I frown as I open my beer. Harry moves closer to me, to where our legs are touching before answering.


"I can give you a baby," he repeats.


"You're not ready for a baby," I shake my head. Harry likes drinking and he's in a boyband, where will he have time for a child?

"How would you know? I want a child too, I'm just not ready for marriage," he states as he swings his beer in the ear before taking a long drink from it.


"I don't know Harry, it won't work out," I shake my head. Could it? I guess I'm just afraid of having a child with someone I already fancy.


"Oh come on, I don't want some slut to be my child's mother and you don't want some washout to be your child's father, right?" He raises an eyebrow. I simply shrug and take a sip from my beer. "Well then why not have a baby with someone you know by heart and trust?" He asks me. That's true, Harry and I know almost everything about each other. He really is the best option I have at the moment. I can't really be considering this, could I?

"What if we marry one day, what will we tell our partners about our baby?" I question him. That's something we both have to think about.

"If the person truly loves me or you, they won't mind a baby," he smiles at me politely. I look into his familiar, beautiful green eyes, finding myself slipping into them.


"We have to plan everything out," I nod. He chuckles from beside me.


"What's to plan, love. We have sex and wait a few days to see if you're pregnant," my eyes grow wider at his words as I look at him. Sex, with Harry Styles, I didn't think about that. God, that would be awkward. Right?

Notes

At the end of my summary, I said that this story will be moving fast, because I want it to end at 40 chapters. So sorry for the shitty chapter <3 The next one wll be longer. Comment your thoughts please?


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