Wedlock - Harry Styles A.U

forty two

ONE WEEK LATER - 28 WEEKS PREGNANT

Edora

The next day, I signed for step parental rights.

At seven in the morning, Nola showed up to the house to discuss our options. She had told us she wasn't supposed to know what she does, meaning we weren't supposed to know. This put us at an advantage. She didn't tell us how she found out but she did tell us that we now had two options and both were a race against time. We had no idea when Harry would be served papers so we needed to apply as early as we could to avoid suspicion. If Harry was served papers and then I applied for rights, it would easily be denied. If we applied for rights before they're given the chance, it would look innocent.

Our first option Nola gave us was to apply for rights and request a court hearing. She told us this would be a long winded process so told us if we're wanting something I little quicker, go for option two - sign a Parental Responsibility Agreement. This just required everyone with parental responsibility to sign the paper, agreeing to give me parental rights - the only person with those rights is Harry. It was the easier option.

Nola had stressed to us that she's not a family lawyer therefore it would not be the best to take advice from but we were on a time crunch and didn't have the time to find someone new. We took the risk.

At nine in the morning, Harry and I had signed a parental responsibility form and submitted it. At eleven that very same morning, Harry was served custody papers.

It's been a week now and we're still yet to hear anything - an update on the custody trial, an update on our forms and requests, any information on what's to come. We've been left in complete darkness. Even Nola doesn't know anything.

Harry has hardly let the twins out of his sight. Wherever they go, he is there and wherever he goes, they're following right behind him. From an outside perspective, I'm sure it would look cute but it's anything but that to me when I know his behaviour is a result of his fear. He's terrified they're going to be taken from him when he's not looking so his solution is to always keep them near.

For the past week, the twins have ended up in our bed and if not in ours, Harry is in theirs. He always claims he sets them in our bed to "settle them" and when they eventually pass out, he doesn't want to "risk waking them" and have them not go back to sleep so they stay cuddled beneath our covers. I don't mind though. Waking up to a tiny hand caressing my face and a little knee digging into my back is better than the alternative...not having them here.

My job as the family nanny ceases to exist. I'm out of a job. Harry takes the twins to work with him now. He says it's because I need to rest and be completely stress free for my health but I know he's just scared to let go. I can't blame him but the house is so quiet and I get so lonely. I need them just as much as he does, which is why I'm currently in the elevator up to Harry's office with lunch and coffee for the fourth time this week. I'm driving myself insane sitting at the house for hours on end. I need to get out and if Harry decides to scold me for it then so be it.

Stepping off the elevator on the top floor, the vibe immediately feels off. Where I'm usually met with warm, kind smiles and positive greetings, nobody dares to look at me. Everyone keeps their heads down and scurries to their next destination in complete silence. I'm almost convinced these employees aren't even breathing and I soon understand why when I hear Harry's voice from around the corner.

"What do you mean you don't have it?" He speaks slowly and calmly but his tone is nothing short of fiery.

The man before him thickly swallows and wrings his hands. "Uh- the report just isn't finished."