Harry's pov:


"She's not yours."
Open your eyes Bella, don't react Harry, don't. Disappointment flourishes through me, nourishing the fact I may not be with Bella anymore. I can't let that happen. I love Bella and this little growing girl, despite not having her dna. Oh lord the pain is too much.


"so your off the hook." She stands up but I stop her. "No, no I'm not." I place both my hands on her shoulders." I know it's not idea. But I am here and I will not leave or fuck things up ever again."

"You don't need to Harry." She cries. "I know I don't need to. I want to." I peck her lips.

"I am so, so sorry." She cries heavily. I hush her running my hands through her hair. "Come here." I take her to the master study room where I saw a piano earlier.

I sit beside her on the long brown rectangular chair.



If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything, just ask me to


Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down
Right now I'm completely defenseless


For your eyes only, I show you my heart
For when you're lonely and forget who you are
I'm missing half of me when we're apart
Now you know me, for your eyes only
For your eyes only


She rests her head on my shoulder.


I've got scars, even though they can't always be seen
And pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing

Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down
Right now I'm completely defenseless


For your eyes only, I show you my heart
For when you're lonely and forget who you are
I'm missing half of me when we're apart
Now you know me, for your eyes only
For your eyes only





"Bella, this song, is basically for you and I love you and this little girl." I speak reaching into my pocket.


"Marry me, Bella."

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Bella's pov:


Harry and I step out of the study and rejoin the group.



"I am blind" El grabs my hand "Mate." Louis smiles and we all group huddle. "You have known each other for like." Louis looks at his watch "what ten minutes." He shrugs his shoulders.

"No it's romantic."

"Congratulations." Liam kisses my cheek and hugs Harry.

"Congrats babe." Louis hugs me. "I'm so happy for you." El says, I return to Harry's arms.

"I should probably inform my mum" I scan the room to find her. She is talking to Niall. "She already knows." Harry winks. I guess we will tell Niall later.






"I don't mind moving to London H." I say honestly.

"We need to be fair babe, Will is the father and he has rights." That sentence makes me cringe. Speaking of Will I haven't even told him

"So have you thought of any names?"

"Nope." We sit at his house in LA. "So will you come back to work next week please, the new stylist is a dud." He whines holding me on the couch.


"Well how long left of the tour?" He laces his fingers with mine. "Three months."

"Three months Harry I'll pop before then." I worry I need him by my side. "Hey little one." His hand finds my stomach and rubs my belly. "I can't wait to meet you."

All of a sudden I don't have the same feelings anymore with my baby.

"It really is blinding. " He kisses my engaged finger.

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I have never felt this award in my entire existence. Harry on my left, Will on my right waiting here at the doctors. The man I love and the man I am unfortunately bounded to for life. The evil smirk on his smut face when I told him. Harry kept his cool, me on the other hand lucky we are in a hospital lets just say that.




Harry holds my hand, my knee bounces. Will is reading some magazine. "Nice spread Bella." I look to Will who is reading page six and seven where Harry and I are plastered on.


They call my name finally. "You coming?" I ask Harry while swinging my bag over. "I'll wait here." Forcefully smiling.





I frustratingly moan as Harry slides into bed with me, my hormones cause bipolar I swear. "This isn't going to be easy, is it?" Harry whispers against my skin, is only now realising. I nod my head against my pillow.

"Hey" I turn to face him. "I love you." He kisses my lips. "I love you too. And remember at the end of the day your the one I come home to." I begin to kiss him passionately.

Heated and hungry I straddle him. "Bella are you sure, i don't want to----" I crash my lips onto his. "We can. Just not rough." We resume.

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