Unity | Harry Styles AU

XXXIII: nothing, right?

"H-Harry.. I don't know what to say" I admitted as my heart race increased.

"I don't expect you to know what to say." He said as he put his head down in dismay. "I-I don't think it's mine. She's been with a few guys this past year- it could have been one of theirs.."

"Well what prompted her to call you of all people?" I furrowed my brow.

"Taylor said the baby is nearly eight months. She didn't suspect anything until she started growing dark brown curly hair- both her and her partner are blonde, extremely blonde." He scratched the back of his head. "She also said the resemblance between me and her baby was uncanny."

"Harry.." I said. I don't really know why I was talking, I had no idea what to say. "You don't know if it's yours. The curly hair could have just been from a rogue gene, or it could have come from one of the many men she's been with." I assured him.

"I know that, but I wouldn't know for sure until we get a DNA test done. And we would need to gather all of her previous partners in one place before anything were to happen, and frankly, that seems embarrassing and a waste of my time. Standing in a crowded room along with a dozen other men that are way older than I am? No thank you." He rolled his eyes. "She also said that her boyfriend would break up with her if it wasn't his- then she would have nowhere to go. If the baby is mine, I would be half responsible- I couldn't let her fend for herself."

My heart sunk. I knew exactly what he was saying. He was sugar coating it- but I could see through.

Basically what he was saying was; if the baby isn't his, then fuck it. But if it was his, then he would have to care for the baby as well. How that would end up working out? I have no clue- but the only way to figure out if it was his or not was by a DNA test, and that didn't seem like something Harry was up doing.

That was where the feeling was mutual. We didn't know if it was a yes or a no, and neither of us wanted to know what the answer was.

"If it, by chance is mine, I would want to be in her life. I would want my daughter to have a good father figure. If she was left with just Taylor, she would be living on the streets before eleven." Harry sighed.

I looked at him, and wiped a rogue hair off his forehead.

"But right now, she isn't your daughter. You don't have a baby right in this instant." I said to him.

He laughed to himself. "God, Alaska. You think like a child." He said to me. I frowned.

"You like to live in the moment, the sweet centre of time. You don't think of what's to come or what has happened and how it can affect your future." He put his face into his hands.

"Don't see anything wrong with living like that." I admitted. "It's gotten me this far, I don't see any reason to stop now."

The silence lingered around for a bit before Harry spoke again.

"I'm not worried." Harry said as he turned to face me.

I dangled my feet off the bed, however his legs were much longer than mine were so there was no dangling for him.

"You aren't?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm thinking of the worst case scenarios." Harry half-smirked. "She's been whoring around for years now, searching for a million dollar man. She's got the one she needs, she's just scared to lose the money. She knows that if I think the baby's mine, I'll go to her and she'll have money in the bank again."