Trophy wife -1D not famous

Gemma didn't know what to do. Wheter she held Emma as she cried or she tried to sooth her she knew that Emma wouldn't calm down that easily.
However, much to her dismay, Emma blinked four times, brushed her pointer fingers underneath her eyes and blinked again. She didn't look as if she had just been having a breakdown.
Emma smiled and held her hand for Gemma to take. Which she did. Emma guided her through the many halls of the house before she stopped in the library.
She pushed the door open and took a seat in the little sofa that was placed on the middle of the room.
She didn't want to show weakness, but she couldn't help herself but to held a hurt and betrayed frown.
"What else did he tell you? "
Gemma didn't want to tell her and Emma knew it just from the look on her face. She sighed and Gemma saw the need and desperation in her eyes.
" Please. I need to know. Self preservation, Gemma."
She closed her eyes and slowly and unsurely walked towards her and sat in front of her on another sofa.
She moved her hands to her lap and picked on her nails, a sign of nervousness that Emma could easily recognise since Rose did the same.
" When he found out that you had left he called us. He was desperate. He was worried about you. That he was. Then he mentioned a baby. His voice gave away that he wasn't that thrilled. Then he told us that he wanted you to abort. Our dad happened to be with us when he called. He said, and I quote Can't you see how good that is? An heir. You'll have an heir. That's what changed Harry's mind. When you got back, he saw how attached you are to the baby. He realised that he'll never be like that. At least not for some years."
She stopped and rolled her eyes while shaking her head.
" I am honestly sorry for the baby. He'll most likely have a neglective father. Even if he or she has you as a mother, they'll still need a father figure. He won't play with the kid, won't be the loving type of father. Never."
Emma sighed. That wasn't what she wanted to ear. She made up her mind that she wouldn't leave. Not now. Maybe when the kid is older. Then, she wouldn't feel so guilty and Harry would easily move on from it. Well, that probably wouldn't even be a problem now.
While Emma was trying to put herself together, in the dinning room, Anne was trying to get some sense through her son's head.
" Have you told her? "
She said with somewhat bitterness and anger. She was disgusted with her son's choice. Abortion would be worse, she knew that, but what Harry was doing to Emma was horrible.
" What are you talking about? "
Harry tried to fake confusion. He was more that aware that her mother meant the heir issue. He turned to her, looking everywhere but to her eyes.
Anne grew. She was angry, and she was slowly getting up from the golden dinner chair. You could tell that she was mad.
" Harold Edward Styles don't you dare to avoid this! This is a delicate thing! Do you want your child to-"
Anne didn't get to finish her sentence, because Gemma and Emma walked through the big wooded doors.
Gemma walked in front of Emma, a big smile on her face while she pulled the younger girl towards their seats. Emma had a small smile on her face.
Anne placed herself in the chair again. Robin, sympathetically smiled at the girl before asking her the most normal question.
" Are you feeling alright, darling? "
Emma simply nodded her head, not convincingly enough for the Styles yet none of them pronounced a word.
Harry worryingly and, at least to her twisted, loving way, placed his hand on top of hers. If he wasn't worried by now, then he surely was now. Emma didn't lace her fingers on his, and the small smile that she held faltered.
Harry noticing her lack of affection towards him and her coldness, decided to question her. That wasn't her typical reaction to his touch.
"Are you sure you're alright, love?"
Emma turned to him and before she answered him she took herhand off of his.
" Yes." She replied with a fake and sarcastic smile. The smile fell and she turned back to her plate.

If only he knew...

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