How the hell did you ever pick me?
Honestly, I could sing you a song
But I don't think words can express your beauty
It's singing to me
How the hell did we end up like this?
You bring out the beast in me
I fell in love from the moment we kissed
Since then we've been history
They say that love is forever
Your forever is all that I need
Please, stay as long as you need
Can't promise that things won't be broken
But I swear that I will never leave
Please, stay forever with me
"If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn"- Sleeping With Sirens.
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There was no light in the room. The digital clock read 2:30 a.m. It was early. I tightened my grip around Emma and tried to fall asleep again. However, it was impossible. I started to comb Emma's hair with my fingers while admiring her.

Thinking of why did she stay with me.

She had multiple chances of leaving me. She could've left when her parents cane for her. She didn't. She could've stayed with Pablo and Pilar back on Marbella. She came back to England with me.

Without noticing my grip on Emma got tighter.


"Why are you awake?"


I woke her. Not a nice idea.


"Simply did. Sorry that I woke you."
"'Ts alright. What time is it?"


I looked at the digital clock again. It now read 2:40 am. Wow, those ten minutes felt like two. Am I always going to feel like that during our relationship? Will I always feel like no amount of time by Emma's side is enough?


"Two forty."
"Gosh, Harry, it's early! Get back to sleep."


She nuzzled her head in my chest again.
I sighed and pulled her closer.


"I can't. I have way too many thoughts running through my mind. "
"Such as?" - she asked.
"Such as why you stay, or what makes you stay?"


She looked at me, her glaze laced with sadness and fright.


"You want me to leave?"
"God no!" - I quickly responded. - "The last thing I want is for you to leave."


She sit up grabbed my hands and simply said:


"You and your love make me stay. "
Then she laid herself again by my side looking at me.


I could barely see her facial traces on the dark, but I already knew them with the back of my hand.
I could feel her smile. I could feel her happiness and I knew that she could feel my happiness.







Emma


I sat in front of the mirror while I was combing my hair. When I woke up, Harry wasn't by my side anymore, and I, for a few instants panicked, considering that I was not familiar to this room, and that he wasn't sleeping by my side.

His words from last night were still playing in my head. Why do I stay with him? He bought me and he rejected our child. However, he is loving, caring... He never gave up on us. He could've easily let go of me when I ran away. He saved me from James, and accepted the baby.


Most of the people would dread a man if they had and put them through all that I have, but I don't think that I can let go of Harry. Not now. Not soon. I won't say never, because tomorrow and the other says that are yet to come are unknown to me, but, if he doesn't ruin the things between us, than I won't have a reason to. I think it's pretty reasonable.


The door of our bedroom squeaked, startling me. For a few seconds I stood still and silent, my hands crossed on my lap, trying to listen to any sort of movement. Then, I got sick, grabbed the hair spray and walked out of the bathroom and darted towards the door. Someone, was there and from the not so good body shape I could get, a man was inside my chamber.


I silently walked towards the figure, and when I was ready to swing the hair spray to his head, he turned around, and put a hand in front of himself. He let out a breathy laugh, when he saw my "weapon".



"Were you thinking about defending yourself with a hair spray?"


I dropped it to the floor and stared at him, trying to comprehend what he was doing here. I mean, this room is probably the last one people will come into. It's in the end of the house. Oh, and was he here to mock me?


"What are you doing here, Zayn?"



He laughed and headed us to the bedroom. I followed him, still waiting for a answer. Zayn and I, only spoke once or twice - not that I had payed more attention to the rest of the lads, that rarely come here -, and I had no idea of what he had in mind. Saying that I was reluctant, was an understatement.


"Me and Mia stopped by, to see how you were doing, to meet the little Styles and to congratulate you both. Now will you show me around the room, Emmie?"



He explained with a big grin. Emmie? Where did that come from?! I didn't even know we were on the first name basis, much less the nickname one! He offered me his arm, his pink lips still shaped in the form of a smile and his brown eyes sparkling.


"Emmie? And sure, come..."
"It's your new nickname. You like it?"
"Yes ... Z"



He laughed and I gracefully took his arm and led him to the nursery.






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Zayn and I were pretty close by the end of the day. Mia and him had stayed with me through the day, with the excuse that the pregnant lady should not be alone, to which I replied that I was not alone and that I had the thousand maids home with me. They rolled their eye at me in response.


Around, six thirty, Harry was home. The dinner was ready to be served so that was the first thing we did.


Apparently, Anne -his mother- and Gemma -his sister- would be coming over the next day, and lord I was scared of being hated by the two women.

Notes

Sorry it's been so long. I didn't have a plot written or fresh ideas so this is still mostly a filler. I will most certainly update multiple times, now during the summer holidays.