Trophy wife -1D not famous

I found myself sitting on our bed, looking at the small portion of my garden that I could see from the balcony. Harry's family would be there any minute and she was not mentally ready for their presence.
Every single thought of mine, took me back to my parents. I knew that Harry's couldn't be that bad, but I feared the possible rejection and hatred of theirs. I was pregnant, I ran away, I managed to probably get Harry to beat a man for the first time and only god knew what would happen during the next years.
In the past few days Harry had been more interested in his job and would spend more time talking about it rather than about the baby. In the first days he seemed so excited and happy about kids and now... He's just distant. Not just from the kid, but from me. He used to kiss me on the lips, but recently if he does it's just a peck, but he prefers to kiss my cheek. We used to cuddle at night and now he sleeps on the other side of the bed. When I wake up, instead of him I find a piece of paper with a message written with his messy hand-write.
It was haunting me. I didn't know what to do or what I had done that made him so cold towards us.
I got up, straightened my yellow dress, put on my black pumps, took a look in the mirror and headed down the velvet hall. I remembered my thoughts from the day when I got here from Marbella. Back then I was afraid that Harry wouldn't stick by my side. Now, it seems to be turning into a twisted reality.
I closed the door of the hall and speed walked towards the stairs. My sister was not home today for some moral support that I would have gladly accepted. I took a deep breath and walked inside the living room, aware that Harry's family had not arrived yet.
"I was thinking about going upstairs and get you."
Harry was sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey on his left hand, the TV remote on the other, his legs crossed, probably ruining the straightness of his custom made Gucci tux.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take that much time getting ready."
I stood behind the couch, trying to decipher what he was watching and if si was something interesting, however he was watching London's stock market.
"You look nice."- He said in his cold voice without even looking at me.
"You didn't even look at me..."- I mumbled not intending for him to hear me but he did. I was expecting some quick and rude remark, so I was not ready for what he said next.
"I don't need to anymore. You always look nice."
I would've smiled if it wasn't for the facts that he didn't look at me while saying it and he didn't smile or tried to mask his cold voice. I looked down and started to play with my many bracelets to keep myself from crying.
The doorbell rang, and soon enough one of the maids went to open it. Seconds later two women and a man were walking inside and Harry was already by my side.
"Harold, darling!"- Exclaimed the older woman, who I deduced that was his mother. Both Harry and the woman by her side looked like copies of her. She opened her arms and Harry quickly walked and hugged her tight.
"Hello mother."
When they let go of each other, Harry hugged the other woman and shook hands with the man. He turned around and walked towards me, placing his arm on my waist. I knew he was only doing this for the sake of the relationship we had planned out in front of everyone. I put on a credible smile, that if it faltered, anyone would mistake sadness with nervousness.
"Mother, Gemma, Robin, this is my girlfriend Emma. Emma, these are my mother, Anne, my sister, Gemma and my step-father Robin."
They all smiled warmly at me and I forced my smile to brighten up a little more.
"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Anne stepped ahead and hugged me. I awkwardly hugged back, not knowing what to do. When she let go of me and stepped slightly back, she told me.
"The pleasure is all ours. You're the first girlfriend of Harry's we've ever met."
I would've been flattered if it wasn't for the fact that this is all an act and that Harry, considering his growing coldness, didn't feel like having them meeting me.
We quickly left to the dining room and started to have lunch.
"So, Harry, the baby will grow and someday will own the Styles Enterprises, am I right?"
Robin's question sparked the attention in all of us, especially in me.
"Oh, yes. The kid, who I hope to be a boy, will be raised to be the next owner of the Styles Enterprises. My main priority will be making sure that in case of something injuring happens to me, someone of my blood takes the charge of it."
That stopped me. I was pretty sure we had talked about having a girl. Did he just want the kid to take over the company. And did he not want a girl thanks to that?
I excused myself and speed walked to the bathroom. Gemma, got up and decided to follow me there. I opened the door, and placed my hands on the sink's marble borders, my head hung low.
"I'm sorry..."
I looked behind me, my hands still placed on the borders, and looked at Gemma. She had a pitiful look on her face.
"What are you talking about?"
"Harry didn't tell you?"
Her eyes were wide and she looked almost scared of the revelation she had just made.
"Tell me what?"
She sighed and the pitiful look only seemed to be deeper on her face.
"Harry told you to keep the child in order to have an heir..."
Is it possible?

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