All I Ever Wanted

(Harry’s POV)

“Niall, I wanted to show you something on the patio.” I said, half-grinning as I found him in the kitchen.

“What is it, Haz?” He followed me. I hated serious talks, but I knew he needed it. Leah and the other boys were lounging around the house, so I had to get Niall away so that he might actually talk to me.

“Aren’t these chairs nice?” I asked him, rubbing the material on the outdoor seating. “I had them refurnished. But then I forgot what they were going to look like, so I had to wait until I got them back to decorate the rest of this space!” I laughed, but Niall just looked at me. I shrugged and took a seat, hoping he’d follow.

“Harry, did you just bring me out here to talk about outdoor seating, because if you did, I’m going back inside.”

“Niall, sit.” I motioned. He did as I told him, to my surprise. “What’s going on with you and Emma?”

He looked away and I thought he was going to get up and leave, but he didn’t. Instead, he took a deep breath and began.

“I love her so much. I know we haven’t been together long, but I’ve never felt what I feel for her. I thought she felt the same, but she goes out and fucks some other guy at a party? Drunk or not, she did it and it doesn’t sit well with me. And now she’s pregnant. Before all this, she wouldn’t leave school to come on tour full time. I’m just scared I’m the only one who’s really trying with this relationship, but I don’t want to end it because I love her. But I don’t feel I can trust her, and you can’t have a relationship without trust.” He looked out at the ocean. “I guess I just don’t know what to do, and it’s eating at me.”

“She told Leah that the doctor found date rape drugs in her.”

Niall’s eyes widened. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I shook my head.

“Some wanker drugged her and then took advantage of her?! What the fuck?” He stood up and paced back and forth. “This is my fault, Haz. I should have stayed a few extra nights with her instead of going home early.” He put his hands on his head, clearly frustrated.

“It’s not your fault, Niall. How were you supposed to know she’d be at a party and some arse would drug her?” I tried to calm him down. He sat back in his chair, but he wasn’t the least bit calm.

“Still, Haz. I should have been there for her. I’ve got to talk to her.” He stood up from his chair and ran inside. I chased after him to see what he meant. He grabbed his wallet and keys and took off out the door.

“Good luck!” I called out. I shook my head, happy that he wanted to fix things.

“What’s going on with him?” Zayn sat up from the couch, clearly woken up by Niall’s clamor through the house.

“Women.” I laughed and Zayn nodded his head.

I headed up the stairs to find my woman. I slipped through the door, trying not to make a sound. She was sprawled out on her stomach, on the bed, talking on the phone and after eavesdropping, I could tell it was her mum. I was glad, because with everything going on, she hadn’t been able to talk to her much. I crawled onto the bed and hovered over her. I blew my hot breath into her ear, trying to seduce her. She swatted me away, but I came back and stuck my tongue in her ear. This time she tried to roll out from underneath me, but I blocked her. She shot me a mean look.

“Okay, Mom, yeah I need to go, too. Alright love you! Bye.” She set her phone on the bedside table.

“Harry Edward Styles, can’t you let me talk to my momma?” I loved it when she was sassy.

“Nope.” I grinned and she flicked me off. “Please?”

“Please what?” She was still struggling to get out of my reach, but I had her trapped.

“You flicked me off, which if I’m not mistaken, is the universal symbol for ‘fuck you.’ I want you to fuck me.” I kissed her. She was pushing on my chest, trying to get me off of her, and I could feel her giggling through the kiss.

“Not until you tell me how it went with Niall.” She poked her lip out.

“He’s on his way to Emma’s as we speak.” I planted little kisses down her neck, hoping she’d forget about Niall and Emma, and focus on me.

“What?! Are you serious?” She sat up suddenly, breaking free from my grip. I scoffed.

“Of course I’m serious. Now let me love you!” I tickled her, causing her to give in.

“Only if you promise you’ll never leave me.” She pulled me on top of her by the chains around my neck, kissing me.

I let go of her lips to reply. “Never. Never ever. I promise, baby.”

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(Leah’s POV)

I woke to my phone vibrating on the bedside table. “Hello?” I sounded groggy. The clock on the table read 7:03 am.

“Oh dear, did I wake you?” The voice called out. It was a familiar voice, but this early, I couldn’t tell who it was.

“Uh, yeah. But it’s okay.” I tried my hardest to figure out who had called me. I slipped out of the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom so I wouldn’t wake the sleeping beauty lying next to me.

“Oops, sorry, love! Well, listen Harry’s still asleep then?”

“Yes, he is.”

“Great, we can talk. Okay so his birthday is next week and he’s told mum he was flying back home to spend it here. Are you planning on coming with him?”

Gemma. It was Gemma. I turned on the cold water in the sink and splashed it on my face before answering. I had to wake up.

How could I not recognize Gemma? Oh, maybe cause last night was so mind blowing. Ew, no you’re on the phone with his sister, don’t think about that!

“We haven’t said much about it, really.”

“Fantastic! Convince him you can’t come. Make up something good!” She sounded excited.

“But I can come, right?” I said, a little disappointed.

“Well, absolutely! But, you’re going to be a surprise, okay? Ok. Mum and I are planning one huge get together. He’s going to love it! Don’t mention it though, he thinks we’re only going out for dinner. See you soon, love!”

I laughed as I hung up the phone. Gemma was a mess. She was always trying to plan something. I trudged back into the bedroom and climbed back into bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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(Emma’s POV)

I stared out the window at the rain, which was pouring down. My mom sat opposite of me on the couch, her mind focused on the tv. My mind was everywhere. I missed Niall like crazy, and I wanted him to be here to have a cup of coffee and snuggle with me.

But those days may be gone.

I sighed. Not many cars were on the street, due to the rain, so when I saw a black, shiny SUV pull up outside of my house, I was caught off guard. My mom noticed, too and scooted closer to me so she could look out the window.

Who would be visiting us in a car that nice on a rainy day like today?

My thoughts were cut short as I saw his droopy, blonde quiff dart through the rain and dodge puddles that lined the walkway to my front door. The rain was so hard, he was getting drenched. I was on my feet and at the door before my mom could realize what was going on.

My mom knew all about what happened. She was disappointed, but she was still on my team. She wanted Niall and I to be happy again just as much as I did.

I fumbled with the lock on the front door, nervous about why he was here.

He has a show tonight in LA. What could be so important?

I swung the door open and his blue eyes caught my brown ones. I thought he was going to speak, but instead he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me and kissing me. He spun around in the rain, causing me to get soaked with rain, just as he already was. I kissed him back. It was a desperate, passionate, ‘I need you more than life’ kind of kiss. I smiled through it and he walked me into the foyer of my house before setting me down. My mom, who was standing in the foyer completely in awe of what was happening, broke her gaze and hurried off to find towels.

“Emma James, I love you. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry about what happened at the party. I’m sorry for leaving early to go home. I’m sorry for getting mad at you. I’m sorry for being a real wanker about this. I should have supported you and encouraged you, and loved you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” With that, he grabbed my face and kissed me again.

“Niall, it’s not your fault.” I pulled away. “It’s all mine, and I’m the one who’s sorry. I should have never gone to the party. I should have quit school and come on tour with you. I’m sorry, Nialler.”

I brushed his now non-existent quiff off of his forehead. His eyes grew large and focused on my belly. He looked scared. “It’s okay Niall. The doctor said I had a healthy check-up.” I patted my flat belly.

I wasn’t quite showing yet. Niall got down on his knees and looked at my belly.

“Hiya, little one! It’s Daddy here! You stay strong and grow big, okay? We’re ready to meet ya!” He kissed my belly. I looked at him in complete shock.

“Niall, we don’t know if -.” I started to say, but he cut me off.

“Look, Emma, I know there’s a chance he’s not mine. But it doesn’t matter. Whether this baby is mine biologically or not, it will be mine. I’m helping you raise this baby, no matter the circumstances. If it’s not biologically mine, it will be legally. I’m adopting.” He stood to his feet and took my hands. “I love you and this baby more than life itself. Please forgive me for being a jerk to you this past month.”

Tears that had filled my eyes now overflowed onto my cheeks. I kissed him. “I love you, too.”

My mom brought us towels to dry off with and Niall grabbed me and pulled me over by the fireplace. He wrapped us up in a blanket and cuddled with me as we watched the rain pour down outside the window.

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