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Extra Scene - Baby Daddy

Harry's POV

"I'm tired and we haven't even started the tour yet." Zayn groaned as we exited the conference room. I rolled my eyes in response but in fairness I did understand how he was feeling. We all did. The build up to a tour was almost as exhausting as the tour itself. And yet no where near as exhilarating. 

"Amen to that." Liam agreed, scratching the top of his head with one hand while he scrolled through his phone with the other. 

"I'm looking forward to performing on X Factor tonight though. It's been a while since we've seen Dermot." I couldn't help but laugh at the cheerful tone of Niall's voice. He simply just loved life. Apparently he was the only one unaffected by exhaustion...or anything at all for that matter. 

"Harry!" I stopped walking and looked over my shoulder, surprised to find Richard Griffiths poking his head out of the conference room we had spent the last two hours in. He had a serious expression on his face and my stomach did a single somersault. 

"Oh dear. Who have you been pictured with this time, Styles?" Liam snickered. The corners of my mouth twitched up into a smile but I waited for Richard to continue. 

"Can I have a word?" Well this didn't sound good. 

"Sure." I nodded quickly and broke away from the others.

"See you at the studio tonight, Harry!" Niall called after me. 

Richard disappeared back into the conference room and I followed; becoming even more concerned when he closed the door behind us. I stared at him as it clicked shut; confirming our complete privacy. 

"What's up?" I asked as calmly as I could muster. Richard coughed awkwardly before attempting to answer my question. 

"We were contacted by a young lady about five days or so ago. She said the pair of you met about two years ago in a bar in Soho. She said you had a one night stand." I'd been inclined to switch off the minute he'd started speaking. As a band, we were used to the management team receiving slightly delirious phone calls from hormonal females, but the moment he'd mentioned the bar in Soho specifically - I'd become alert. 

"Brown hair?" I asked quickly, trying to draw up a vague picture in my mind.

"Yes. Her name is Marnie Owens." Richard nodded and a deep groove formed between his eyes. I'd spilt a drink on her at bar. She'd been wearing a blue..no, black skirt. One thing had led to another. She'd been gone when I'd woken up...

"But anyway." Richard interrupted suddenly. "She has a daughter, Harry. A fifteen month old daughter and she said you're the father."

My heart dropped to my stomach and I had to grip the table for support. 

"We went to visit and ran the child's blood with yours from the other day's medical exam. It was a match." Richard swallowed uncomfortably. "You are the child's father." 

"What? I'm a father?" I echoed in a dull voice. I could hear my pulse in my ears as I tried to wrap my head around this statement. "You're absolutely one hundred percent sure?"

Richard stared at me momentarily before rifling through a folder on the desk. He produced a single envelope and slid it across the table until it bumped against my finger tips. 

PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIALc/o Harry Edward Styles

Modest Management

Matrix Complex

91 Peterborough Road

London 

SW6 3BU