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Hi!! Uh so somebody just informed us that the end of Dagney's chapter 14 was cut off! Sorry about that, it's fixed now! there was about a page and a half of text that got left out so if you were a little confused by that it should all make sense now!!! thanks!!
“I promise I'll bring you something back, okay, Niall? I just need some alone time with my makeshift brother.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips as he lay on the bed pouting like a four year old. We made it to the States a day before the VMAs, which meant we had an entire day off, so naturally Rostam and I made plans to grab lunch at our favorite Mediterranean style cafe.
“But I'm gonna staaaaarve,” he whined, looking up at me with the most pathetic face I'd ever seen on a 20 year old man.
“You'll be fine, I promise. I'll be two hours, tops.” Niall and I had barely spent more than 5 minutes apart since that day in his apartment the week before. Not that I was getting sick of him, in fact, it was quite the opposite; I couldn't get enough. But I knew a couple hours apart would be healthy for both of us. “Get yourself a good nap in while I'm gone, yeah?” I suggested as I tied my shoes. It was only 2 pm in New York, but we'd had a long day already.
Niall huffed, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the ceiling, “Get a good wank in is what I'll do, seeing as you won't be helping me with that any time soon.” Niall's grumpiness almost always had something to do with one of the two H's: the hunger or the horn. In this case, I was dealing with both.
I shook my head and picked up my bag, heading towards the door. “Well, as long as you're thinking about me!” I teased before stepping out.
–
Rostam and I were in the middle of our meal when he brought up Val. “So... you two still haven't worked things out?” he inquired before taking a sip of his tea.
I shook my head, “Nope. I've barely spoke three words to her. Only came by the apartment to get some clothes before going back to Niall's place...”
“And how are you two doing?”
“Things are going really, really well, actually.” I couldn't help but smile, thinking of the blond boy back in my hotel room who was hopefully thinking of me as well. “I mean, everything happened so fast after Chris and I ended things but, like... we've actually taken things pretty slow. I'm excited for you guys to get to hang out again!” Rostam was quiet for a moment and I could tell there was something on his mind. “What's wrong?”
He leaned in closer, his voice more quiet than usual. “You really like this dude, don't you?”
“Yeah, of course; he's become one of my best friends!” I replied, my brow furrowed.
Rostam hesitated for a second, “I just... I don't know about him, Dags...”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I instantly felt defensive and Rostam cringed slightly, I'm not sure what kind of reaction he expected of me.
“I can't really explain it. He just seems like a real douche to me. I just wanna make sure he's going to be treating you right.”
I sighed. Why couldn't everyone just get along all the time? I rubbed my forehead for a couple seconds before responding, still in a hushed tone, “Okay, look. I love you to death. You're my brother and I'm your sister, we stick together through thick and thin. I understand that you're only looking out for me, but damn it, Rostam. I'm an adult. A pretty smart one! I can look after myself and decide who is and isn't treating me right, and Niall has been nothing short of patient, kind, romantic, and thoughtful. I mean, fuck, I think I might even be in love with this guy, Ros...” It was the first time I'd even mentioned anything along the lines of loving Niall, we didn't even say it as friends.
Of course, I couldn't dwell on that, as Rostam didn't miss a beat with his reply. It was one of the most annoying things about him, you wouldn't even think he had enough time to process everything I'd just told him, but he was always thinking ahead. “I get that I don't know him near as well as you do. I really do. But I'm not going to back off just because you've convinced yourself that you found “the one.” I saw you do the exact same thing with Chris and when he screwed you over, I lost an employee and a roommate, who then moved across the fucking Atlantic Ocean before I could help her put her pieces back together.” He paused to look at me opposite him, where I was barely keeping my composure. We were always honest with each other and sometimes that meant brutally so. Rostam remained painfully calm as he continued, “All I know is that I see this guy strutting around with an ego the size of Manhattan's population, and I don't want him to think he can just throw your life around like he might with his.”
“Jesus Christ, Rostam...” I rubbed my temples, feeling extremely aggravated. It wasn't that he didn't listen to anything I'd said, he did, he just didn't care what I had to say. “...Are you really telling me that you hate Niall because he walks around wearing Supras and snapbacks? Because that's definitely what it sounds like to me.”
“That's not what I'm saying at all! I just—”
“You're being so judgmental right now, and with everything that's happened over the last six months I honestly don't appreciate your behavior, like, at all. So I'm gonna leave some cash here for my share of the bill and go be with Niall, as I'm sure he'll appreciate the time we're spending together more than you are, and you can call me when you're finished acting like a fourteen year old.” I said before gathering my things and leaving.
–
I walked into the hotel room to find Niall fast asleep on our bed. He looked so darn cute, I couldn't help but to crawl in beside him, snuggling up to his warm back. I kissed his bare shoulder and Niall stirred, slowly turning his head to find me grinning at him. He instantly smiled as well and turned to face me. “Hi,” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around me.
“Hi.” I whispered back, “Did you have a good nap?”
Niall yawned, nodding his head. “Mmm... Was havin' a dream.”
“What about?”
He looked down, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks as he laced our fingers together, “I was havin' a dream that we had a place out in the countryside... Me and you... and we had a littlun running around. Cute as a button, she looked just like you.” My heart raced as Niall gingerly kissed my knuckles, looking at me through thick eyelashes.
“Sounds like a pretty nice dream.” I breathed a reply before kissing him soft and sweet. We pulled apart and Niall opened his mouth to say something then his stomach growled, ruining the moment.
We both laughed and he muttered a quiet “Sorry,” embarrassment washing over his face.
“It's alright. I brought you a couple gyros and some fries.” And at that, his face really lit up.
“I haven't had Greek in forever!” Niall remarked as I stood up to get his food. I felt his arms on my hips as I took his food out of the bag. “You're the best, you know that?” He said, pressing his lips behind my ear.
“I know.” I replied with a cheeky tone, turning to hand him his food.
“Thanks, babe.” He took the gyros and fries in one hand, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge with his other, and sat back on the bed, unwrapping the foil. “So how did the lunch go? Did you and Rostam get all caught up? Talk about all the cutest boys you know?” he teased before taking a bite.
I sighed, having almost completely pushed that entire incident from my mind. “It wasn't as nice as I would have liked...”
Niall suddenly grew more serious, “Why not? What happened?”
I sat on the desk, crossing my arms, “Rostam was being really immature, he said some things that really pissed me off.”
“Like what?” Niall said with a mouthful of food, licking a bit of tzatziki sauce from his top lip. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to tell Niall what we talked about, but I knew he wouldn't just leave the issue be,
“He said some things about you... that he wasn't sure about you... if you were right for me.” His face fell and I instantly regretted telling him.
“Did he, really? I can't believe that... I thought we got on so well.” Niall said putting his sandwich down.
“Niall, don't worry about him, okay? He's just being overprotective of me.”
“Well, of course I'm going to worry! I want the people important to you to like me... I mean... what if I meet your parents and they don't like me either?” I moved to the bed and sat on the edge next to him.
“No, that's not gonna happen, alright? They'll love you. And Rostam will too, we just have to show him you're not a douchebag like he thinks.”
“Oh, great, he says I'm a douchebag. That's just what I like to hear.” Niall proclaimed sarcastically. He was getting angry.
“Look, Ni, we'll get together with all the V-dubs guys before we head back across the pond and they'll all see how amazing you are!”
“Yeh, whatever.” he grumbled, shoving a handful of fries in his mouth.
Just then, my phone buzzed inside my pocket. It was a text from Rostam. I reluctantly opened it, reading, “Hey Dagney. I just wanted to apologize for how I behaved earlier. You were right, I was being a real jerk. I want to make it up to you by inviting everyone over to my place tonight around 8, drinks are on me since we got a couple underagers. I already texted Harry about it and he said he'd tell the other boys. I hope you and Niall will be there.”
–
A few hours later, Niall and I were getting ready to head over to Rostam's. It took me forever to convince him, he wasn't in a great mood, but once I mentioned free alcohol he said yes.
“What d'ya think, Dag?” Niall walked into the bathroom where I was doing my makeup. He held his arms out, gesturing to his outfit. Rostam's words popped into my head as I looked at Niall's clothes, standing there wearing a backwards Yankees snapback, a rather immodest Religion tank top, and black shorts paired with the Jordans he bought while we were out shopping in London the other day. Any other time, I'd be itching to get those clothes off of him and into bed, but at that moment I wanted him out of those clothes for a different reason.
“Hmm... I don't know.” I said, scratching my chin.
“You don't like it?! Aw, come on!” His shoulders fell in defeat.
“Maybe... a shirt that doesn't have a sexual innuendo on the front?”
“That's like, every shirt I own.” Niall grinned and I glared at him. “Alright, I'll get a different shirt. What else needs to go?”
“Oh, not much, just like, the flat bill and the shorts and the shoes...” I said quickly and he was the one glaring.
“Dagney...” he said from the doorway.
“Come on, Niall! If you don't want Rostam to think you're an asshole, then...” I trailed off, suddenly aware of what I was about to say.
“Then what?” he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Nothing.”
Niall didn't say anything for a long time, he just looked at the floor. “You really think I'm a douchebag, Dagney?”
“What! No! Niall, you are one of the sweetest guys I've ever met and I love the way you dress. Your ears look so cute with those dumb little hats on and I love when you show off your arms and chest in those tank tops—”
“I'll go change.” was all he said before going back to his suitcase.
–
Niall opted to dress a bit more conservative for the night, wearing jeans with a pair of sneakers and his Vaccines shirt. We were in a car with Liam on our way to Rostam's apartment. He didn't talk much since the tiff in the bathroom, and poor Liam was about to go nuts with all the tension in the air, “We haven't had a night out together in a while, Nialler. I've quite missed you over the last few weeks.”
“Same here, Payno.” Niall replied, not tearing his gaze from the window. I smiled apologetically at Liam.
An agonizing century later, we were finally at Rostam's place. I grabbed Niall's hand as we stepped out of the car and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He smiled at me weakly as we made our way inside the building. Liam told corny jokes during the entire elevator ride and Niall finally started to loosen up a bit. Rostam's door was unlocked so we just walked in; I could hear people talking and led Niall and Liam to the living room, where all the Vampire Weekend guys were sitting.
“Dagney! I was afraid you weren't going to show up!” Rostam exclaimed as he jumped up and gave me a hug.
“Well, we're here!” I smiled and pulled Niall closer to us.
“Niall, I'm glad you could make it!” He leaned toward Niall, but Niall only held his hand out for a handshake in return.
“Thanks for havin' us, Rostam! Lovely place you have here!” He plastered on a smile and Rostam only laughed as he shook Niall's hand. I could tell he was a little tipsy already. Rostam greeted Liam as well while Niall and I got reacquainted with the rest of the guys.
“Where's everyone else?” Ezra inquired after a long embrace.
“They were running late, so we left their lame asses back at the hotel.” I winked. “They should be here soon enough!” I kept contact with CT as brief as possible, but things weren't as awkward as I'd expected. I offered to get Niall and Liam's drinks while they caught up with the others. There was plenty of beer in the fridge, but I decided to mix things up a bit and made three rum & cokes. I heard everyone else enter as I mixed the drinks, sampling mine before bringing them out to the boys. I squeezed in between them on the loveseat and surveyed everyone around the small room; I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Zayn was already flipping through Rostam's vinyl collection with Baio hovering over his shoulder. Those two were definitely going to be the DJ-ing team for the night. My eyes fell on Dagney and Harry as they mingled with Ezra and CT, but I looked away before we could make eye contact, feeling stupid and immature for letting things go so sour for so long...
Two slices of pizza and several drinks later, all my cares were thrown out the window; I was feeling pretty good. “Zayn, babe... would you mind slipping into the kitchen and making me another rum and coke? Pleaaase?” I begged as I wrapped my arms around the boy, who felt like a toothpick even compared to Niall. He only giggled,
“Are you sure that's a good idea?”
I nodded into his side, “Yeesss. It's been a very long day. I need it!”
“Ah, of course. We're all feeling the jetlag, Dagney. I'll be right back.” He kissed the top of my head before grabbing both our empty glasses and stumbling into the kitchen. I made my way over to where Rostam and Baio were standing.
“So Dagney, how have you and Niall been? I was happy to hear the two of you finally got together, you seem like such a good match!” Baio was the most neutral out of all the guys when it came to my love life. He didn't seem to care who I dated, as long as I was happy. I always appreciated that about him.
“Yeah! It just kinda happened!” I looked over at Niall, who was talking to CT and Harry just a few feet away. I had long since told him the truth about mine and Chris's breakup. He didn't believe me at first, but once I finally convinced him it was true, that we broke up because of him, all his bitter feelings toward the drummer disintegrated. “He's just a really nice guy...” Rostam stared at me and I began to grow annoyed, still bitter about what he'd said earlier. “Did you guys know he does charity work in his spare time?” I blurted out, having no control over my mouth.
“Really?” Baio cocked his head, appearing about a thousand times more interested than Rostam.
“Yeah, I mean, all the boys do charity work, like, as a band... But they do stuff separate too. A couple years ago Niall held a charity golf tournament on his birthday... He's really keen on improving the Irish education system. Niall just cares so much, it's insane.” I looked back over to see Niall staring at me, he must have heard me talking. He walked over, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Your ears must be burning, bro!” Rostam smiled. Niall chuckled in response before turning to Baio,
“Chris! How ya been?”
“Pretty good, thanks! Dagney, here, was just telling us about all the charity work you do! That's amazing!”
Niall looked over to me and I saw a flash of something in his eye, “Really, now! Dag, can I actually talk to you for a second?” I excused us from the conversation and Niall dragged me into the front hallway. “What the fuck are you doin'?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don't play stupid with me!” He spat, towering over me, and I winced. He'd never been this mad at me before. “Dagney, are you or are you not trying to talk me up to your friends so they'll like me?”
I looked away, not wanting to admit that he was right. Rostam got in my head even though I knew he was wrong and I'd spent the majority of the night trying to play up on Niall's best qualities when I was talking to any of the Vampire Weekend guys.
“I can't fucking believe this...” Niall leaned back against the wall, rubbing his eyes for a moment. “Dagney, it's one thing for the people you care about not to like me... but for you not to like me, that's entirely different.”
“Niall, don't be an idiot!!!” was all I could slur out. In my head I was putting up a much better argument, but my brain and my mouth just weren't getting along very well lately.
“Jesus... You're too drunk for this talk right now... We'll talk this over in the mornin'.” Niall's face softened and he gently grabbed my arm, guiding me back into the living room. He walked back over to where CT was standing, Rostam took Harry's place, I could see him and Dagney talking to each other in the corner. Zayn was sitting by himself on the couch, holding two drinks. He saw me and held one out to me. I smiled, plopping down next to him with a huff.
“I wanna go home.” I muttered before taking a sip. Zayn placed an arm on my shoulder.
“S'alright, Dagney. We'll be back in London in a couple days.” I just sat with him, watching everyone but not really paying any attention. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I'd fucked things up with people I care about over the last week. I really was a piece of shit sometimes...
All of the sudden I was torn from my thoughts and I watched as Niall punched CT. Chris fell on the coffee table, breaking it and a couple other things as he held his eye. Niall stood there, holding his hand. “Don't you fucking dare talk about my girlfriend like that ever again you prick.” He said calmly. The room was completely silent as everybody processed what happened. All of the sudden, Ezra and Louis were at CT's sides, picking him up and carrying him off to the downstairs bathroom. Niall looked at me, and before I could even stand up and talk to him, he was walking in the opposite direction. I ran after him and met him by the front door.“'M goin back to the hotel, Dagney. Need to sort some things out.”
“Niall...” I whispered, reaching up for his face. He only pulled away. “Ni, let me come with you.”
He shook his head, “Not right now. Just... just stay the night here, alright? I'll see you tomorrow.” And he left. I walked to the bathroom to see CT sitting on the tub with a wet washcloth on his right eye.
“What the hell happened?!”
“Not right now, love. Let him have a couple minutes, yeah?” Louis pushed me out of the bathroom. I really started to freak out. Zayn and Liam were helping Rostam pick shards of glass off the ground. All I could see was the window to the fire escape; so I climbed out as fast as I could and sat with my legs dangling over the railing as I cried, the stale city air filling my nostrils with each sob.
A few minutes later, I heard someone else climb out and dreaded the thought of one of the guys trying to console me. But instead of cologne and rough hands comforting me, I smelled perfume and a pair of small arms wrapped around my shoulder. “How ya doin', kid?” Val asked me as she rested her head on my shoulder.
“Pretty shit.” I laughed wiping my nose with my arm. “...You?”
She laughed too. “Pretty shit.” I moved so we could look at each other and discovered she was also crying.
“I'm sorry,” we blurted out at the same time, pulling each other in for a hug. I couldn't tell who's sob were who's, but I had never been more glad to be talking to my best friend.
"My woman!" Harry shouted cheerfully from down the hall of top floor of the hotel.
"Hey, mister!" I shouted back shutting the door to our hotel room and walking towards him.
Once Harry and I met in the middle of the narrow hallway he wrapped me in a warm hug.
"Yes of course!"
We made our way down to the parking garage where we got into a waiting car. I was thankful I was able to talk Harry out of taking the train to the restaurant. He usually would travel that way, especially in London, but since we were in New York where we didn’t know the area very well, I was able to convince him otherwise. I didn’t want to deal with tons of screaming fans shooting my dirty looks either, so I was especially grateful.
"How did your fittings go?" I asked wiping some sort of smudge off Harry’s face.
"They thought I was quite fit."
I rolled my eyes and smiled. The rest of the drive Harry and I talked about what he was wearing tomorrow for the VMAs and who he was excited to see perform.
"It’s a shame you can’t come. It would be much more fun if you were able to come." Harry said playing with my hair absentmindedly.
"It’s okay. I’m excited to watch from the hotel room. I’ve got it all planned out I’m going to give myself a facial and paint my nails and pluck my eyebrows. A little spa night."
Harry smiled and kissed my hand, “That’s why I adore you, you always make the best out of any situation.”
Before I had a chance to respond the vehicle had stopped and the door opened. I got out first with Harry close behind me. Within milliseconds he was nearly on top of me, shielding me from photographers and fans. I’ve told Harry time and time again that I can handle myself in these situations and after seeing the scratches and bruises he gets from trying to protect me from people, I practically begged him to let me fend for myself. But he didn’t listen. He dismissed the whole conversation within seconds of me bringing it up, telling me that he knew I could handle myself, he just didn’t want me to ever have to. I could tell how people acted when we went out in public bothered Harry, especially when his fans would say or do rude things to me. I honestly didn’t mind though. I loved Harry’s fans and didn’t blame them for not liking me. I wouldn’t like it if some other girl was with the boy I loved either. I understood their discontentment.
After ordering our lunches and Harry asked me if I would mind if he got up and took some pictures with his fans while we waiting for our food.
"Of course not!" I said. Harry smiled at me and got up from the table. I really admired how much he loved his fans and how willing he was to go out of his way to connect with them.
As I watched Harry taking photos with a line of girls, I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down at the screen which read E. Koenig, the name that Ezra had programed into my phone.
"I know for a fact that you’ve been in New York for hours and I still haven’t gotten a call… What’s up with that?"
I smiled at the text and responded,
"A girl can’t have some lunch before reconnecting with her one night stand?? Times are changing."
"I’m hurt, I thought we were something more. I thought we had a love story that rivaled Romeo and Juliet’s. A love story that prepubescent adolescents would be studying for years to come."
"I’m sorry to disappoint." I responded still smiling at the same old silly Ezra that I had met only a short time ago.
"You comin’ to Rostam’s place tonight? He said he invited you all."
"I haven’t heard about it but I’m sure we more than likely will come!" I responded starting to feel nervous about seeing Ezra. I was crazy about Harry but there was an undeniable chemistry between Ezra and I. I looked up at Harry who smiled and waved at me, making my heart skip a beat. I felt so lucky to be in Harry’s life and to be his girl friend—but still a very small part of me sometimes wondered what life would be like if things with Harry and I didn’t work out.
"I really hope to see you there. It would be great to catch up." Ezra said.
I looked up from my phone to the waitress who was setting down our plates of food. Harry was wrapping up the last of the pictures. I waved at him to signal that the food was here and he nodded, hugging fans goodbye and walking over towards me. I set my phone on the table next to the salt and pepper and took out my silverware.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, darling. Who were you texting?" Harry asked casually while sitting down.
I started to feel guilty for texting Ezra, “No one really.” I said trying to not totally lie, “I was mostly just browsing around the internet.”
"Oh. I was just asking because Rostam invited me to a party at his place and I wondered if he had sent you an invitation text too."
"Nope! I didn’t hear about that at all." I said only adding to my lie, "We should go!" I said sounding a little too excited. Harry shot me a weird look.
"I already told him we would… Why are you acting so weird?" Harry asked while holding inches from his mouth.
"I’m not meaning to." I said taking a bite of my sandwich and shrugging.
Harry widened his eyes and shook his head back and forth.
As lunch went on, I started to relax. I finally talked myself down and decided that lying to Harry about not texting anyone wasn’t that big of a deal. It was only Ezra and I hadn’t said anything wrong. If I told Harry I was texting Ezra, it probably would’ve only upset him and there was no need for that. I still felt bad about lying though, even if it wasn’t that big of a deal.
"Are you ready to go?" Harry asked throwing his napkin on the table.
"Yeah, can I just run to the ladies room real quick? Too much water."
"By all means. I’ll call for the car."
While in the ladies room I couldn’t stop thinking about going to Rostam’s later. It was going to be super weird being in the same room with not only Ezra but Dagney. Usually Dag was my partner in crime, but since not speaking for the last few days her presence in the room was only going to make things more awkward. As I walked back to the table from the restroom I wondered if I could talk Harry into staying at the hotel tonight instead of going to the party.
When I reached the table, Harry had his phone in my hand. A sick feeling washed over me and I was waiting for the inevitable argument that was to come.
"Didn’t want you to forget your phone." He said handing me the device and getting up from the table. He grabbed my hand and led me to the car. I tucked my phone in my coat pocket for safe keeping while trying to figure out if Harry had looked at the texts between Ezra and I.
Once the doors of the car closed, Harry was all over me. He immediately attached his lips to mine and began kissing me passionately. I felt embarrassed kissing Harry like this with the driver only 3 feet away, but Harry’s indifference was quickly spreading to me. Harry’s tongue swirled around in my mouth as Harry leaned further into me. He place on hand on my hip and the other on one side my face, the angle allowing his kiss to become deeper. Harry slid his hand that was on my hip down to my knee and lightly wrote me messages against my skin. He removed his mouth from mine and reattached it to my neck, placing light kisses against the sensitive skin, which turned into him softly licking and nibbling the skin. I felt his hand slowly creep up towards my thigh, taking the hem of my dress with it.
"Harry—" I breathed quietly, trying to stay discreet. I looked up to the rearview mirror. The drivers attention was still on the road and he didn’t seem to even know what was going on in the backseat but I didn’t want to take any chances.
"Harry." I said again this time lightly pushing him off of me.
Harry looked at me and I motioned towards the driver with my head.
"I don’t care." He said in a raspy voice, his eyes looking a stormy gray rather than the cheerful green they usually were. His hand continued to slide up my skirt as Harry continued to hold eye contact. My breathing got heavier and heavier as his hand crept closer to the edge of my underwear. "I just don’t fucking care."
Suddenly the car jolted to a stop and the driver was out of the car. Harry removed his hand from under my dress and pulled the fabric back down towards my knees. When the driver opened the door to let us out, Harry acted like nothing just happened. Harry walked through the lobby a few steps ahead of me, not waiting for me to catch up. After waiting for a few minutes as he talked to some fans in the lobby, I decided to just go up to the room. I don’t know what happened in between leaving the car and walking inside of the hotel but Harry’s temperament towards me seemed to change dramatically.
When I reached our room, I felt confused and disappointed. I took off my coat and threw it on a chair that sat in the corner. I placed one hand on the dresser that was positioned in front of the room and used it to support myself as I began taking off my shoes.
As I kicked the first shoe off I heard Harry come in the door. Still feeling angry at him for abandoning me, I kept my back to him as I started untying my second shoe. Suddenly I felt two large hands on my shoulders and before I knew what was happening, I was spun around, lifted off of the floor and onto the dresser.
"What are you—" Harry’s mouth was on mine again stopping me from being able to speak. He ran his hands up my thighs and lightly ran a finger around the edges of my underwear, teasing me. He lifted me back off of the dresser and practically threw me on the bed. Still standing he started to undress and me taking his lead, began pulling my dress over my head.
"Don’t." Harry said, "Keep it on."
Obeying him I pulled my shirt back down and laid against the mattress. Once Harry was down to just his underwear he crawled on top of me. His lips reconnected with mine as he pushed himself against me, desperate for friction.
"You look so beautiful in this dress." He said running his hands up and down the fabric, "I want to see you get off in it."
Harry grabbed my underwear and pulled it down past my ankles and threw them onto the floor. He bent my knees up and pulled his own briefs down. Harry lifted up his hand and licked his first two fingers and rubbed my entrance, using the spit as a lubricant. He pushed himself into me, the first thrust being slow and tedious. He began to quicken the pace causing my eyes to water with pleasure. Every thrust hit my g-spot perfectly and his pelvis bone against mine created amazing friction on my clit. I grabbed the hem of my dress, feeling like I was ready to explode. I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, every thrust was pushing me towards the edge.
"Fuck Val." Harry moaned, letting me know he was getting close too. His words sent me over the edge, my walls contracting around him. Seconds later I could feel Harry’s orgasm. Harry landed on top of me sweating and out of breath.
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"Are you almost ready darling? I told Louis we’d be in the lobby five minutes ago."
"Yes. I’m coming." I looked in the mirror and decided I looked as good I was going to and walked out of the bathroom.
"You look absolutely stunning." Harry said from the bed. I was wearing a white t-shirt and dark skinny jeans with black keds. Far from stunning.
"Oh please." I said running my fingers through my hair.
"You do." Harry said getting up from the bed and walking towards me. "You always look stunning though. How on earth did I get so lucky?" He asked before leaning in to kiss me.
"I ask myself the same question all the time."
Harry and I left our room and made our way down to the lobby.
"Look who finally came to join us!" Louis said in his typical sarcastic tone.
"Sorry!" I said.
"Where is Dag, Niall and Liam?" Harry asked.
"They already left. We told them to go ahead." Zayn said from a chair in the lobby.
I felt sort of sad that Dagney didn’t even wait for us. It’s been days since I’ve talked to her and it feels like I haven’t seen her either. It was silly we let a stupid fight over nothing cause this much of a divide between us. There was so much that I wanted to talk to her about but I couldn’t because we were both too stubborn to fix things. I hated that she left without me. The old Dagney would’ve been in the bathroom getting ready with me, not leaving 15 minutes before me. It seemed like a small thing to get upset over but it felt like a big deal.
"Are we just going to sit here and stare at each other all night or are we going to go?" Louis asked.
We all piled up into a car and gave the driver Rostam’s address.
When we arrived to Rostam’s place we were greeted by a line of hugs from the Vampire Weekend boys. Surprisingly, Ezra wasn’t the one who I felt the most awkward hugging, instead it was CT. Even though Dag and I haven’t been speaking, I still felt like I carried her with me. The situation only got worse when Harry, CT, Ezra and I were secluded off from the rest of the party in conversation.
CT and Harry were involved in a conversation about soccer. I surveyed the room to see who I could speak to instead of listening to these two boys go on and on about something I could care less about. Unfortunately everyone seemed to be caught up in their own conversations, so I opted to go get a drink for myself.
“I’m going to get a drink... Do you guys want anything?” I asked letting go of Harry’s hand.
“I’m fine.” Harry said.
“I’m good too.” CT said lifting up his drink to reveal to us all that there was still a good amount of liquid in his glass.
“I think I’ll join you. No offense guys, but this soccer talk is not for me.” Ezra said. I hesitated a moment and then made my way to the kitchen with Ezra following close behind me.
“So how are things? I feel like we haven’t had a chance to catch up.” Ezra lifted himself on top of the counter, his feet dangling like a small child’s.
“Things are really good. Tour is going great and Harry is really great and you know, everything is just really great.”
“I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve happiness.” Ezra said still perched on the counter top.
I opened the fridge and pulled out two beers and handed one to Ezra.
“You do too.” I said after a moment.
Ezra and I walked back into the living room. I looked over at Harry who was still talking to CT and now Niall.
“Let’s not get trapped into that again.” Ezra said referring to the sports talk. Instead Ezra and I sat on a small love seat in the corner of the room. I forgot how hilarious and intelligent Ezra was. Every other sentence that came out of his mouth made me howl with laughter and what didn’t make me laugh challenged my mind and forced me to think deeply.
While telling me a story about something that happened to him in college, I felt Ezra snake his arm behind me, at first I felt uncomfortable but as I continued to watch him position his body on the couch next to me, it was clear that he was just trying to get a better angle to speak to me. I looked over to Harry who was looking at me. When our eyes connected, his rolled back into his head and he turned his back to me. Instead of letting it bother me and ruin my night I decided that I would just ignore it and continue my conversation with Ezra. We weren’t doing anything wrong.
“I always love seeing you and Dagney. When tour is over you should come up and spend a week or two in the city. I’d love to be able to hang out with you more.” Ezra said before taking a drink.
“Yeah, I mean I have no plans or anything for after tour ends, so that could be a possibility. It would be a blast.”
Before Ezra had a chance to respond, we were greeted by a smiling Harry.
“Ezra, do you mind if I steal my girlfriend for a second?” Harry asked grabbing my hand and pulling me up from my seat.
“By all means.”
Harry pulled me into the corner of the room distancing ourselves considerably from the rest of the party. He looked at me like he was at a loss for words.
“What?” I asked anxiously waiting for his next move.
“Do you want to be with me?” Harry asked sounding almost defeated.
“What do you mean? Of course I do!”
“I’m not sure if you do. I mean you and Ezra really seem to be hitting it off again and it’s no secret that you two have a spark or whatever. I just don’t want to be wasting my time here.”
“Well if you feel like you’re wasting your time with me, don’t let me prevent you from leaving.” I was starting to get angry.
“I want to be with you. I just don’t want to feel like any second you’re going to walk away from all of this to be with Ezra.”
“Why would you say that?” I asked a little too loudly.
“I don’t know. Let’s check your calendar for the two weeks after this tour ends. Let’s see if you’ll be with me or in New York with Ezra. According to you, you’re free. According to you, you have no plans.”
“I don’t have any plans!” I whined, “We haven’t disc--”
“It’s not only that, what the hell are you doing lying to me Valentine? I saw your phone and you were texting Ezra and you lied. I decided to ignore it earlier because it seemed innocent, but now I’m not so sure.”
“It was innocent. Do you really think I’d cheat on you? Do you really think I would do something like that?” My face was burning up. I could barely breathe.
“No. I don’t. I just think you don’t know what you want and you need to figure it out. I think we have something good here. Actually I think we have something great but you can’t expect me to be your second choice. I won’t do it.”
“Harry--” instantly I heard a crash. I spun around and looked to see CT laying on the ground and Niall standing above him. I watched Dagney run to Niall’s side and Niall walk passed her. I looked back over to Harry who was watching Louis and Ezra take CT to the bathroom.
“Harry.” I said not sure what to say next.
“We can’t talk about this right now. Figure it out, Val. I can’t do it for you.” Harry gave me a stern look and then quickly walked to the bathroom, passing Dagney who was going in the opposite direction.
I walked into the kitchen alone for a minute to compose myself. Tears were fighting to pour out of my eyes, but now wasn’t the time. There was too much going on right now for me to fall apart in front of others and more importantly, I had to stay strong for Dagney. I left the kitchen and crawled out of the window onto the fire escape where I knew Dagney was. I carefully climbed up beside her and wrapped my arms around her. Her once tense body relaxed at my touch.
“How ya doin’, kid?” I asked resting my head on her shoulder.
“Pretty shit.” Dagney said giving a weak laugh. “You?”
“Pretty shit.” I felt the tears that were present in the kitchen make a reappearance but this time I didn’t hold them back.
We moved to face each other. We were both crying.
“I’m sorry.” We said at the same time causing a small smiled to form on my face. Dagney pulled me into the biggest hug only encouraging my tears to pour.
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“Do you even hear what you're saying?” Val said condescendingly from the kitchen. I was sitting in the living room. “Honestly, I can't take this anymore.”
“Maybe I should just leave then if this is such a big deal.” I snapped, throwing the magazine I'd been flipping through onto the coffee table and stood up. I don't even know what we were arguing about at that point, I think it was over what kind of lunch meat we needed to buy from the grocery, but we'd been getting on each other's nerves since Val came home from Harry's flat this morning after Niall left. I knew for sure that I was PMSing but I had no clue what Val's problem was.
–
A half hour later, I was standing in front of Niall's front door. It felt weird, I hadn't actually been to his apartment before, he texted me the address while I was in the cab once I told him Val and I weren't getting along. He didn't live very far from me at all. I nervously rapped my fist on the black door. “I'm comin'!” he called and a few seconds later, he unlocked the door, his eyes lighting up as he opened it. “Dagney!”
Niall instantly pulled me in for a kiss, and it wasn't just a little peck, either. “Hello to you, too.” I breathed once we parted.
He simply giggled, “Come on in! I'm so happy I get to show you around! Did the doorman give you any trouble?” I shook my head as Niall grabbed my hand and we stepped inside his flat. It was so spacious and beautiful!
“Niall did you decorate this yourself?” I asked as I admired the layout of his living room.
“Nah, I hired someone to do it. I don't know anything about furniture.” He smiled. “So, this is the living room, obviously. And through here is the kitchen and dining room.” We walked into the adjacent room. The kitchen was just as beautiful as I expected. “Down the hall here are the bedrooms. I've got a couple spare rooms for family and friends and the guys.” We walked to the end of hallway, where I presumed Niall's room was. “This,” he said as he opened the door. “Is where the magic happens.” Niall raised his eyebrow at me, turning on the light switch of his bedroom.
“God,” I snorted, “I didn't realize I was watching MTV Cribs.” Niall laughed. His room was spacious, just like the rest of the home. He didn't have much furniture, a bed and night stand and a dresser next to his closet. There were suitcases everywhere and I felt kind of sad, thinking about how much more time Niall spends living out of a suitcase than he does in this lovely flat.
“What do you think?” He asked, ripping me from my thoughts.
“Your home is gorgeous.” I smiled, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, slightly rough with stubble, as he hadn't shaved in a couple days.
“Thank you!” Niall grinned down at me, returning the favor with a kiss on my forehead. “Are you hungry? We can make something to eat, c'mon.” He lead me back to the kitchen, instructing me to sit down at the island while he made nachos. “So, what's going on with you and Val?” He asked as he rummaged through his cupboard for ingredients.
I sighed, remembering why I even invited myself over in the first place. “Again, I'm sorry for just barging in on you.”
“It's okay, really, I was gonna call you to see if you wanted to come over to mine anyway, you just beat me to it!” Niall smiled as he placed a can of beans on the counter top.
I felt a bit better knowing he wanted to hang out and didn't just feel obligated to. “I don't even know, we both just got pissed at each other as soon as she came home. Like, it started out that bitched at me because of the beers we left on the counter last night and I hadn't even had the chance to clean up yet because she literally came home like twenty minutes after you left... We just kept arguing about everything she's really getting on my nerves right now like I didn't do anything wrong, I don't know what her problem is.”
“Maybe you guys have just been spending too much time together. Y'know, sometimes I'll get pissy with one of the guys because we've just been around each other for so long. Tour does that to ya!” Niall smiled sympathetically as he heated up his bean and cheese dip on the stove.
“Do you think I should apologize? Like just get this over with?”
Niall shook his head, “You didn't do anything! I feel like you're always apologizing!”
“Me too...” I said, my head resting on my hand as I leaned on the island.
“She'll come to her senses, Dags, it'll be fine.” He leaned over and gave me a small peck on my lips.
–
We spent the afternoon lying around Niall's flat, eating junk food and watching trash television programs. “Have you looked at twitter at all lately?” Niall said as he scrolled down his phone.
“No, what's up?” I leaned over, looking at the screen.
“I think word's gotten out about our date last night. I've got about 20 million girls screamin' at me right now.” Niall showed me his mentions.
“Christ...” I managed as tweet after tweet popped up. Some girls seemed to be really positive, happy that Niall went out with someone. Others weren't as supportive, saying some rather nasty things directed towards me and even him.
“I know there's some harsh stuff in there. There's always gonna be people sayin shit like this. I just want you to know that none of it is true, I don't want you to ever believe it. All that matters is what we think of each other and, I don't know how you feel, but I absolutely adore you, Dagney Grant.”
I knew what Niall was saying was true, and it was going to get some taking used to, but he dealt with negative comments like that every day for years. If he could get through all the criticism then the least I could do was to be strong for him. I nodded before speaking up, “You know, Niall Horan, I just adore you, too.” I smiled, looking up at his gorgeous eyes. Niall grinned, leaning down and brushing his nose against mine before kissing me lightly. I suddenly felt something spark within me, and leaned in to kiss him deeper. I grabbed Niall's phone and threw it on the other end of the black couch, moving to straddle his legs as we continued to make out. My hands were firm on his shoulder as I grinded into his lap. Niall let out a moan and I could feel him growing hard through his sweatpants. His hands went to my ass and I kissed along his jaw, moving up to his ear and lightly sucking on his earlobe.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed. Niall's hand started to slip down the front of my pants but I stopped him, shaking my head.
“No.” He leaned back slightly looking confused. “You made me feel good last night so I want to return the favor. Don't worry about me.” I said before moving to his neck.
“Well, I was feeling pretty damn good last night, meself...” I could feel his voice, deeper than usual, in his throat as he spoke.
“Just shut up, Horan.” I murmured against his skin and he obliged. I continued sucking on his neck as my hands worked their way under his sweatpants and into his briefs. He groaned as I stroked his hardened length. Moments later, Niall's pants and underwear were around his ankles and I was sat on my knees on the floor. Niall looked down at me through heavy eyelids, his cheeks as flushed as ever. I could see the excitement and lust in his eyes as I held his cock in my hands, my mouth inching ever closer. His eyes fluttered shut as soon as I wrapped my lips around him, my tongue swirling at the tip. He let out a shaky breath, quickly inhaling in an effort to control himself. I continued to tease his tip lightly before getting a bit more serious, taking him further into my mouth. Niall's hands found their way to my hair, tangling my locks as he lightly pulled. I continued to bob my head up and down his length, taking more of him in each time, as his hands softly pushed and pulled on my hair; he was careful to be gentle. I kept my eyes on his the whole time, though he only had the strength to keep them open about half the time, other times his head fell back. I loved seeing him unravel beneath me, knowing that I was able to make him feel like that.
“Just like that, Dag,” Niall breathed as I massaged him with my tongue. He tried his best to look at me but moaned loudly, his eyes shutting tightly, when I reached for his balls. “I'm so close, babe.” he managed to sputter. I could feel how close he really was and leaned my head back slightly, preparing myself. His face flushed so beautifully as my name escaped his lips, his cock twitching before he came on my tongue. His hands left my hair as I swallowed. I pulled his pants back up, Niall lifting his waist weakly to help me. He was completely spent, still regaining his breath as I rejoined him on the couch. I moved my hand to either side of his face, where his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. I kissed him right on the mouth and Niall smiled, looking back at me. “Look what you do to me. You're so beautiful.” he whispered, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. I couldn't help but remember how amazing he looked coming undone with my lips wrapped around him
I simply smiled in return, burying my head into the crook of his neck as he pulled me closer to him. At least I had Niall by my side.
“Do you even hear what you’re saying? Honestly, I can’t take this anymore.” I shouted from the kitchen.
“Maybe I should just leave then if this is such a big deal.” Dagney snapped back before throwing her magazine down.
“Maybe you should.” I yelled as Dagney stormed past me and out the front door.
Choking back tears I picked up my phone and called Harry.
"Hello?"
"Harry, can you come over?" I asked allowing tears to escape.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked with nervousness in his voice.
"Dag and I just had a big fight and I just really want to see you."
"I'm out with my sister right now. I'm sorry darling, can you wait about an hour? We just sat down to lunch. I'm so sorry, can you wait?" Harry asked. I knew he wanted to be here with me but he couldn't ditch his sister and I wouldn't expect him to.
"Of course. Just come when you can, please. I need to talk to someone."
I hung up the phone and walked into my bedroom and laid down on my bed. My head was throbbing and throat hurt from holding back tears. After I composed myself I tidied up the makeup that was smeared all over my face.
I quickly made of cup of coffee and sat down on the couch. I picked up the magazine that Dagney was previously flipping through, but I wasn't paying attention to what was on the pages. All I could think about was apologizing to Dagney for being a bitch, but she was being a bitch too and I felt like I was always the one who was apologizing. It was her turn to say I'm sorry. I felt myself start to get upset again when I heard a knock at the door.
Wondering who it could be, I opened the door and was surprised to see that it was Harry and his sister.
"Hello" I said somewhat puzzled. It hadn't been an hour since I talked to Harry.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked wrapping me up in a hug and kissing the top of my head.
"Oh! Val, this is my sister Gemma."
"It's really nice to meet you, I've heard tons about you!" I said smiling and shaking Gemma's hand.
"It's nice to finally meet you too. You're all Harry's talked to me about since the start of tour. It's nice to finally get to put a face to the name."
"Not that I'm not happy to see you two, but what are you doing here so soon?" I asked. I had planned to tidy up the flat a little bit before Harry came over, and if I had known Gemma was going to be with him I would've made myself more presentable.
"Blame this one on me," Gemma started, "once Harry told me you were upset, I knew there was no point in keeping him from you. I knew he wanted to see you more than anything."
"Awe, that's so sweet." I said smiling. "Well I'm glad to have you BOTH here. Would either of you like some coffee or tea?"
"Tea would be lovely." Gemma said taking off her coat and handing it to Harry.
"Make that two, darling."
After I finished preparing the tea, I brought them into the living room and sat down next to Harry.
"So what happened?" Harry asked placing his hand on my knee.
"I don't even know. We've been at each other's throats all day. I just feel like I can never do anything right in her eyes. It's like no matter what I do, it's not good enough. Even when I started having feelings for you, she basically told me I shouldn't act on them and I listened and then she got pissed at me BECAUSE I LISTENED." I spurted out, feeling tears start to form in the corners of my eyes.
"Hey hey hey, it's okay, love." Harry said pulling me into another hug. "I know you two will work it out and be the best of friends again."
"I feel like I should apologize, but I don't want to. I'm always the one who has to apologize. It's like I'm the only one who does anything wrong."
"Don't apologize. She definitely seems like she's the one in the wrong in this situation. She needs to say that she's sorry just as much as you do." Gemma said taking my hand.
"Yeah, I agree. You need to stand your ground on this one, Val." Harry said.
"I'm sorry you guys." I said wiping the tears from my eyes. "Poor Gemma just met me and probably thinks that I'm a crazy person."
"No I don't. Trust me, I've had my fair share of spats with my girl friends." Gemma said laughing.
"Okay change of subject. Gemma are you coming to New York with us for the VMAs?"
"Yes! I'm so excited. I love going to America."
"I'm dreading it." Harry said to himself.
"Why?" I asked.
"No reason. I just don't feel like leaving London right now." I knew there was something else bothering Harry but I decided not to push him in front of Gemma.
Harry Gemma and I sat around for the rest of the day talking about their childhood. I loved hearing the stories about little Harry.
Around 5 o'clock Gemma left because she was going to meet some friends for dinner.
"Hey Harry, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Harry said with uncertainty.
"Earlier when you said you were dreading going to New York, I feel like there was another reason."
"Val, it's okay. I just like being home."
"Harry, I know you. That's not it." I said getting nervous. Harry never keeps things from me.
"It's just that I'm not excited to see Ezra. I know you're with me now, I just get upset thinking about you two together. It still hurts." Harry said looking down at his feet.
"Harry, Ezra and I were a one time thing. Do I think he's a cool guy? Sure. But he's nothing compared to you. Our night together meant nothing. Just like your night with that girl didn't mean anything."
"Except I didn't go home with that girl. I wanted you to think I did, but I didn't. I couldn't."
"Oh." I said. It's the only thing I could say. I felt terrible for sleeping with Ezra as it is, but knowing that Harry didn't have it in him to do the same to me was devastating. He really is too good for me.
"I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad. That isn't my intention. I just know it's going to be unsettling seeing the two of you in the same room. I've thought of you as my girl from the start and I don't like that he had my girl."
"I'm sorry Harry." I said.
"For what? You didn't do anything wrong. These are my problems."
"That I caused. I wish I would've done things differently back then. I wish I would've treated you right."
"You treat me right, now. It's going to be weird seeing him, that's all."
I nodded in response. I wanted to tell Harry just how much he meant to me and how incredibly lucky I felt being able to spend time with him but I felt like nothing I said could make up for my past actions. Throughout all of our drama, I was only concerned with how Harry was hurting me, I never once thought about how I might have hurt him. And it was clear now that I had hurt him a lot worse.
I looked up at Harry and grabbed his face, kissing him. "You're my world." I said with my hands still placed on his face.
"And you're mine." Harry said smiling. "Now let's order some take out or something, I'm starved."
I agreed and got up to get the menus from the kitchen when I heard Harry speaking from the couch, "Val... You were worth the trouble. You've never made me think otherwise."
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I have had a weird feeling for the last few days. Every morning for the past 3 days I’ve woken up puking. I haven’t mentioned my suspicions to Harry, he thinks that I’ve simply picked up the flu while on tour, but I think theres something more going on. I was probably just being paranoid but I decided to look online at pregnancy symptoms.
“Uh, come in.” I said discarding my laptop to the side, “Dag, you look great!” I smiled.
“You really think so?” Dagney said looking at her own outfit.
“Yeah, Niall is in for a hell of a night!” I said.
“You’re going out with your dad tonight, right?” Dagney asked.
I shifted in my bed, “Yep! We don’t have plans until about 8.”
“Okay, well, I’m headed out. Tell Richard I said hi, have fun tonight!” Dagney said before making her way out of my room.
“Ditto! Just don’t have too much fun.” I added as she shut the door behind her.
I impulsively picked up my phone and dialed Harry’s number. There were still a few hours before we had planned to meet up for dinner with my dad tonight, but I decided we needed to talk.
“Hello, darling. I was just thinking of you.” Harry said. I could tell he was smiling on the other end.
“Hey, is there any way that you could come over before dinner tonight?” I asked nervously. I wish I could keep this to myself until I knew for sure, but it was making me sick to not tell anyone, and as the potential father, Harry had the right to know.
“Of course! I would like nothing more. I just got out of the shower, but I’ll come over just as soon as I can.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” I said, hanging up the phone before Harry had a chance to respond.
I paced around my bedroom until I heard the buzzer go off. I walked to the front door to push the button to let Harry in. Moments later, there was a knock at the door. I grabbed the handle and opened the door, anticipating having to tell Harry the news.
“Well if it isn’t my little darling!” Harry said with a bouquet of flowers in hand.
“What are these for?” I asked leaning in and giving him a hug.
“To help you feel better. I know you’ve been feeling sick lately.” Harry said handing me the flowers. “Are you feeling any better since this morning?” Harry asked concerned, walking with me to the kitchen.
I went to grab a vase from underneath the sink and couldn’t find one. I sighed.
“Harry, we have to talk.” I muttered.
“What is it?” Harry asked in a much more serious tone.
“Maybe we should sit down for this.”
Harry walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. “Val, you’re starting to scare me. What’s wrong?”
I looked up at Harry and then back down to the floor. How was I supposed to tell him the news that was going to ruin his life? Harry put his hand on my cheek, making me look up at him again.
“Val, it’s okay. Whatever it is, I’m here. You’ve just got to tell me.”
I swallowed hard, “I think I’m pregnant.”
Harry took a step back and leaned against the kitchen counter, “Oh,” he said rubbing his face. It was clear that he was not expecting me to say that.
“Are you o-”
“You’re sure it’s mine?” Harry asked cutting me off.
I felt like I had just gotten punched in the stomach. My eyes started to well up with tears. “Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it’s yours. I can’t believe you would say something like that.” I started to walk off but Harry caught my arm.
“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a fair question. We got together pretty quickly after you and Ezra and I just wanted to be sure.” I still wouldn’t look at Harry. I wanted to go to my room and lock the door. I wanted him to leave. “Hey, come here.” Harry said pulling me into a hug. He kissed the top of my head while stroking my hair.
“Val, this doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Nothing can change the way I feel about you and I think we both know how true that is.”
“It’s going to ruin your whole life. We’re both just kids. We don’t need to be having kids.” I said tears starting to fall out of my eyes.
Harry stepped out of the hug and took my hands, “Hey, nothing is ruining my life. You’ve only made my life better. Whatever you decide to do, I will be happy with, as long as you’re by my side. All I need is you.”
Harry looked at me very seriously, he looked like he had just had a realization.
“I adore you Valery Westbrook.”
“Harr--”
“I don’t want to lose you. I will do anything to be with you. You’re my life now, baby or not, I want you to be with you for the rest of forever.” Harry said, his voice cracking between his words.
“Harry.” I said again, my heart pounding. “My name isn’t Valery. Val is short for Valentine.” I saw Harry exhale, looking defeated. I grabbed his arm, making him give me eye contact.
“It’s okay. We’re still getting to know each other, Harry. It’s okay you didn’t know my name is Valentine, and it’s okay if you don’t know what my favorite color is or my favorite song. We will find these things out about each other in time. I’m not going anywhere. I plan to stay with you as long as you’ll have me.”
“So what do we do?” Harry asked quietly.
“First and foremost we need to find out if I’m pregnant. Then we can go from there.” I said feeling a bit better about the situation.
“Should we go buy a test?” Harry asked nervously playing with his belt.
“I think it’s still too soon for that. We’re just going to have to wait a little while longer.”
“Yeah. I’m sure it’ll all be okay. No matter what happens, we can handle it, right?” Harry asked.
I didn’t know what to say. I really cared for Harry but we haven’t had the most stable relationship and I wasn’t sure what we could handle.
“Yeah.” I said trying to convince Harry as well as myself. “I need to get ready.” I said motioning towards my sweatpants.
“Get ready?” Harry asked.
“For dinner. With my dad.”
“Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot. This will make for an awkward meeting. ‘Hello sir, I’m Harry and I may have gotten your daughter pregnant.’” Harry tried to smile, but I could tell he was still upset. I couldn’t blame him, I was still upset too.
“It will be okay. Like you said, we can handle it.” I gave Harry a kiss and went to my bedroom to change clothes. I changed into a pair of dark jeans and a brown sweater. I threw my hair up in a loose bun and pulled on my boots. I walked back into the living room to see Harry laying on the couch in silence.
“It always amazes me how pretty you look without even trying.” Harry said sitting up on the couch.
I kneeled down next to him on the couch and gave him a kiss.
“You know, Valentine,” Harry paused and smiled, “I would like to marry you someday.” Harry took his index finger and moved a strand of hair out of my face.
“I’d like that too... We’d better leave. I told my dad we’d meet him at his hotel before we went to the restaurant.” I said standing up, pulling Harry up with me.
We arrived at my dads hotel and as always there was a swarm of paparazzi. Harry and I fought through them and finally made our way inside. It was nice that Harry and I were open with the media. I’ll admit, I thought it was a terrible idea at first, and who could blame me? After getting harassed for hours on twitter, I thought I had made a mistake. But now Harry and I could do whatever we wanted without having to worry about sneaking around, so the temporary blindness from the camera flashes was a small price to pay.
I practically sprinted to my dad’s hotel room. I had already seen him earlier today, but I was still so excited. Especially since he was going to be meeting Harry, who was struggling to keep up with me down the hall. When we finally arrived at his room, I started pounding on the door like a madman. The door swung open to reveal my gray-haired, overworked dad with a smile that could brighten anyones day.
“Daughter!” My dad beamed opening his arms for a hug.
“Father!” I shouted back, releasing from the hug.
“Daughter’s boyfriend!” My dad shouted again, this time giving Harry a hug.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you!” Harry said while in my dads arms.
“No Harry, you were supposed to say, ‘Girlfriend’s father’. Val where did you find this guy?” My dad said before walking away from Harry, pretending to be mad.
Harry looked at me, worried that he just ruined his relationship with my dad.
“He’s kidding.” I laughed and followed my dad to the minibar.
“So dad, are you as hungry as I am?”
“How hungry are you?” He asked taking a drink from the scotch he poured himself.
“I’m starving.” I said.
“Probably not then.” My dad said smiling. “But since it’s a law that you can’t starve your children, we better get to dinner.”
“Do you two always get attacked like that when you go out in public?” My dad asked when we got inside of the restaurant.
“Yeah, pretty much.” I said shrugging.
“You keep an eye on her when that happens, don’t you?” My dad asked Harry.
“I try my best.” Harry said smiling.
“Your best isn’t good enough. She’s all I’ve got and right now you’re the one who’s taking care of her. If anything happens to her, it’s your ass, do you hear me?”
Harry nodded.
My dad smiled, “now that that’s out of the way, let’s eat.”
The rest of the night went very well. Harry and my dad had a lot in common and I could tell my dad was starting to really like him. They spent most of then night talking about all of the films my dad was responsible for. They also talked a lot about all of the old cars they loved and wanted and the cars they already had. I couldn’t seem to get a word in all night, but I didn’t mind. My two favorite people were in the same room and they were getting along.
“Before you guys go I want to say something.” My dad said as we were getting up to leave.
“What is it?” I asked feeling uneasy.
“I just want to tell you how proud I am of you. You’re so smart and independent and take such good care of yourself. I never had to worry about you. All of my life, you were the one taking care of me and I’m glad to see that you’ve finally got someone to take care of you.” My dad looked to Harry, “You’re a great guy. I couldn’t have picked a better guy to be with my daughter. You two seem very happy and I can see how much you care for each other. I’m proud to have two responsible, capable kids in my life.” My dad looked like he was about to cry.
“Awe, dad.” I said wrapping him in a hug. I looked over to Harry who was looking down at the floor. I knew Harry felt as guilty as I did. My dad had just said all of these wonderful things about us and we didn’t deserve it. It was nice to be distracted from the problem for awhile, but the fact still remained that his 19 year old daughter could be pregnant.
“You’re going to make me cry.” I said patting my dad on the back.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to tell you guys that.” My dad said releasing me from his hug.
“I really appreciate it, Mr. Westbrook.” Harry said smiling.
“Okay, I better leave before I have my midlife crisis in the middle of this restaurant.” My dad laughed.
“Alright, dad. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
“Have your people call my people.” My dad said before wrapping me in another hug.
“Harry, get over here.” My dad said motioning Harry forward. My dad and Harry hugged. As they parted my dad whispered something to Harry. Harry whispered something back and then stood next to me.
“See ya tomorrow. I love you” My dad said.
“I love you too.” I said and Harry and I made our way to Harry’s place.
The drive to Harry’s was deafeningly quiet. When we got into Harry’s flat we both collapsed on his bed. We had had a rough day.
“Did you feel as bad as I did when your dad said all of those nice things about us?” Harry asked.
“Yes.” I said while nodding.
“I just met him today and I feel like I’ve already let him down.” Harry sighed.
“Hey, what did he say to you before we left?” I asked scooting closer to Harry.
“I don’t think I’m supposed to say.” Harry responded, wrapping his arm around me.
Before I could respond I felt something.
“Harry.” I said while getting up from the bed. I ran to the bathroom.
“HARRY!”
“VAL!” Harry shouted back, “What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad again?”
“BLOOD HARRY! BLOOD!” I screamed from behind the bathroom door.
I could hear Harry screaming and celebrating over the flushing toilet. I left the bathroom to see a very happy Harry. He ran over to me and picked me up and threw me on the bed.
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