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ALWAYS

Chapter 55

I laid back in my bed and opened my laptop. I smirked a little seeing that the notification for Enola being on logged onto skype popped up. I smirked and hit the call button. After a few moments I was greeted by her giggle.
"Hi." Her smile was bright. She looked tired though. I was guessing that she had done way too much in one day. Between me coming home, my mum and sister bothering her and taking care of Darcy she's probably had enough.
"Hey." I whispered.
"Harry, what are you doing?" She laughed. "I'm across the hall. You could've just come into my room if you wanted to talk." She informed me.
I shook my head, "I'm thinking me staying in my room for the night is the best idea." She looked confused but she wasn't going to ask. "Are you too tired to talk? I can just let you go to sleep." I offered seeing her eyes change.
"No. I wanna talk. It's just that you're home and I'd rather actually look at you and not a computer screen." Enola replied with a small smile.
"For my sanity, tonight, lets do this. I...Darcy is here and I don't think..." I couldn't find the words I wanted.
Enola nodded, "Alright. Tonight." I thanked her quietly.
"I love that she had to fit two months worth of information into the first ten minutes I was home. She is so weird." I laughed as Enola and I spoke of Darcy.
Enola laughed too, "She's just excited to see you. She missed you and to learn that you're her father then only have you for a month was hard on her. She just wants to have her daddy." I nodded understanding my child. Enola frowned a bit, "This is going to sound so weird but when you get up in the morning, will you hug me in front of her? Someone has been saying some nasty things about us to her. I assume that it came from my parents first then my nephews repeated it but still."
My blood boiled, "What was said?"
"Don't worry about it. I explained it to her and if you hug me in front of her she'll let it go." Enola smiled weakly.
"What was said, Enola?" I wasn't letting it go. She could tell by my demanding tone.
She sighed heavily, "She was told that you don't love me and that I don't love you because she never sees us hugging or kissing like other parents. So in turn she was told that because we don't love each other, you couldn't possibly love her."
"WHAT?" I snapped at her. "That's a big fucking deal Noli. Why the fuck would anyone tell a child that their parent doesn't love them. That's sick." I stated, my temper igniting.
She ran her hand through her hair, "I know, Harry. But I told her that we loved each other very much, that we wouldn't have her if we didn't, which is completely true. I told her that even if we didn't she was always going to be loved by both of us." I still stared at her with anger. "I shot it down, Harry. I'm just saying it might make her feel a little bit better if she saw you hug me. Or me hug you. Our daughter needs to feel secure before you go off on my brothers and parents....who are coming to visit the weekend after Gemma's wedding." She nearly mumbled.
"You didn't tell them they could stay here, did you?" I asked quickly.
"What would you say if I did? Would you be mad?" She seemed a bit upset with me.
"Um yeah! Considering they told my daughter I didn't love her." I snapped at her.
"Well, they aren't staying here. They said they wouldn't feel comfortable because it's your house and not mine." Enola huffed at me.
I furrowed my brow, "This is your house. This is your home. I don't ever want you to think any differently. Yeah, my name is on everything but you live here too. You can do what you want here, come and go as you please. It's our home."
Enola smiled softly, "I know, Harry. That's what they said not me." I nodded and sighed quietly. "But they are going to be coming over. I think my mom and dad want to do something with all of the kids. And it being my birthday that Sunday and all." Enola stated.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, five to one, I'm not invited. Which is fine." Enola frowned deeply. "What? Why are you so sad right now?" Enola shook her head and wiped her face quickly. She had started to cry. "That's it. I'm coming over." I huffed slamming my computer shut. I got out of my bed and opened my bedroom door. Enola was standing there with tear filled eyes. "Come here." I said pulling her into a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. "Come on." I dragged her into my bedroom and closed the door. I flopped back onto the bed, bringing Enola down with me. "Why are you crying?" I asked Enola, softly kissing her hair.
"Because you're her father. You have every right to do things with her. Your family has been so kind to me, including me in everything they do. I know it's just for Darcy's sake but still they don't hold our past against me and try to cut me off from my child." She cried quietly.
I rubbed her back, "My mum loves you and Gemma loves you. They include you because of that. You spent time with them before, where as I didn't get to meet anyone in your family, except your step-mother. We'll figure it out. Everything will be okay."
Enola buried her face into my neck and tried to get control of her emotions, "I'm sorry, Harry. This is all my fault. I'm a selfish person."
I shushed her, "No, you're not. When we first met, you wanted out of an abusive relationship. It's not anyone's fault that we found love in each other, okay. It was supposed to happen. This is where we're supposed to be. I meant what I said then and I mean it now: I will fight for you everyday."
Enola looked up at me with a smile, "It was never a fight. You had me, my heart, my soul, all of it. Charles just...he was half my mother's idea, you know that's why she acted like a jerk right?" I shook my head quickly. She gasped, "I could've swore I told you this." I shook my head again. "No, when I first met Charles, it was all exactly like I told you. Cool older guy who wanted me. But when he started getting serious, my mother pushed it. She wanted me to be with him so I could have the money. I mean, I was up front with you about marrying him so he would put me through school but my mom, she wanted me to stay with that man until he died. She wanted me to have EVERYTHING. Because of the whole abuse thing I got a little more than a third of his shit but, she wanted me to deal with his bull so I could have all of his shit." My jaw dropped. "That's why my mom and I stopped talking for a while. I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted out." Enola sighed heavily. "She's being a jerk right now because I told her you were Darcy's father. She told me I was being stupid and it was wishful thinking. She told me that I should just let Charles see Darcy and stop acting like a child. She's all about getting that child support." Enola informed me.
"I can do that if you want. I wouldn't mind." I said softly as to not make her angry.
She growled, "I don't care about the money, Harry. If I cared about money, I would've told you about Darcy and went through the court system. I want you to be her dad. I want you to play with her and read to her. I want you to kiss her wounds and sing to her when she cries. Money is not what I want. WE live with you and I know that if she ever needed ANYTHING you would do it for her. I want her to have your love and attention, not your money."
"But Noli..." I tired to protest.
She shook her head, "Absolutely not. I didn't fall in love with your money. I fell in love with you. I don't want to hear another word about it."
I smiled, "Okay." She smirked and hit my chest playfully. "Tell me how you're doing. All we've done all day is talk about Darcy and tour." I said pulling the blankets over pur intertwined bodies.
"I'm fine. I'm less stressed out now that you're home." She sighed contently as she snuggled closer to me. "I like that you're home." She murmured.
"I take it someone hasn't been sleeping well." I whispered in a teasing voice as she started to relax more and her eyes grew heavy. Enola giggled and shook her head. "Not enough cuddling at two in the morning?" I teased her some more.
"Nope. Not nearly enough." She responded with a smile. I kissed her forehead lightly and tightened my grip on her.
"Had Charles been a bother? Has he tried coming here?" I inquired not wanting to talk about it but needing to know.
She sighed heavily, "I don't want to talk about that."
I grunted, "Noli, I need to know. I have to know how I can protect my daughter and you." I was a bit upset with her for wanting to push it away, for wanting to just hide from him.
"He's been calling but I never answer. I don't answer his text messages. And he doesn't know that we're living here." I replied quietly.
"Tomorrow, we're going to get you a new phone and a new number. I'm done with this." I stated roughly. I wanted him gone. He wasn't apart of the life we were living anymore. Darcy was mine and I was working on making Enola mine. He wasn't relevant any longer.
"Harry, no." Enola sighed.
"Yes, Noli. I'm adding your phone to mine so he can't find you or my baby. I'm doing what I should've done in the first place. I'm getting him out of your life." I insisted. Enola knew she wasn't going to win with me so she just nodded and rested her head on my chest. I kissed her hair gently, "I'm going to protect you and Darcy. No matter what."
"You're a good man, Harry Styles." She murmured, half asleep. I smiled a little. She never said I was a great man, a good man. I knew to her there was a difference. I'd never asked her what the difference was but I was finding out a little bit day by day.