Wedlock - Harry Styles A.U

fourteen

Harry

I can hear them all downstairs, greeting each other I'm sure with smiles and kind words. I've been hiding up here for ten minutes now and I really don't want to go down there. I've had such a stressful day at work and all I wanted to do was come home and go to bed but now I'm having to play civil with Edora over a dinner table with her parents.

I put myself in this situation though so there's nobody else to blame. If I want Edora to care for the twins, which I do, I need to do this for her.

Luella and Albie love her and she knows what she's doing. I don't want to have to hire someone else and suffer whilst relaying all the information they would need to know when Edora is here and already knows everything. It feels nicer for the twins to be cared for by someone they already know rather than taking another emotional hit to try to build another relationship with a stranger, just to have them leave. Edora won't leave. 

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I run my fingers back through my hair and let out a sigh. I don't care what her father thinks of me and I don't care for his outdated opinions, so I keep my dark blue nail polish on and I keep my shirt unbuttoned half way down my chest so my tattoos are on display. I even purposely roll up my sleeves so he can see all those that litter my arms.

I'm playing the part for Edora's sake but I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep it up for. I'll try my best and if even then her father decides to be a prick, then that's on him. If I'm honest, I can't figure out why Edora even cares so much about his opinions, those she clearly doesn't agree with. She's twenty one years old, an adult, who is free to do whatever she sees fit. If they don't agree, that's on them and if they don't want to support her, that's nobody's fault but theirs. However, it seems important to her.

I then get to thinking about how much fun I can actually have with this. I can play the part and still play some games.

Just as I'm putting on some aftershave, I hear footsteps in my bedroom before Edora appears in the doorway of the bathroom. She looks pissed off as she folds her arms over her chest and I soon find out it's not because of me but because of her father.

"It's been two minutes and he's already said I look fat." She mumbles and moves to stand beside me in the mirror, turning on her side to look at her bump.

The little baby bump is something that has thrown me off completely today. A baby wasn't part of the plan. I want to know when she first started to show because, I don't don't remember ever seeing a little bump until today. If I'm honest, I forgot she was even pregnant. It really hit me that my is child growing inside of her and it made me feel sick...until I was trailing my eyes up and down her body. She's so hot and somehow, her being pregnant has made her more attractive but her being pregnant and wearing my clothes? I had to will away a boner. She glows and she beams. It's obvious just how much she wants this baby even with all the risks that come with it - including her parents.

"You're not fat, you're pregnant." I murmur, glancing at her for a few seconds as she frowns at herself before I'm adjusting my hair to sit how I want it to. "Why do you let him say shit like that to you?"

"Because if I don't we'll get into an argument and if he dies when we're on bad terms, I'll never forgive myself." She tells me, leaving out so much necessary context and just turns to face me with teary eyes. "Are you sure it's not obvious?"

"It's not obvious." I firmly tell her. "Now can we get this over with? I'm fucking over it already."

She hums under her breath and gives herself one last look in the mirror before she's walking out of the room. With a bored sigh, I follow after her and pick up the baby monitor as I leave the room so I can keep an eye on the twins if needed. They fell asleep pretty quickly so I just hope it stays that way.