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• Chapter Nineteen •

I don't know for how long Harry held me in his arms and didn't move a muscle except for tightening his hold on me from time to time. We broke apart due to the sound of his phone ringing. "I'm sorry" I apologized for my situation "Don't be" his eyes never left mine as he fished out his phone "I've got to take this" I nodded then leaned back into the rocking chair. "This might be a while, so if Noah wakes up before I come back, here's his blanket. He usually just likes to be wrapped up in it" Harry handed me a pink blanket that was as soft as candy floss

I'm afraid if I hold the material, it might just break. Harry left the room after I assured him that I will be fine and that I am fine. I sat back on the rocking chair not before sliding off a baby book from the shelf. I smiled as I remembered these classics from when I was a child. My Abuelita would sit me on her lap, while she rocked us both on her old and wooden rocking chair, her soothing voice would read out the words on the pages that I hadn't learned as yet and that would lull me to sleep.

She was my everything. Ever since she died about a few years back, I hadn't been the same. I changed in some way, I guess. She and I were absolutely close and I was always behind her tail whenever she did something or went somewhere. I never left her side. My mother didn't know how to handle a child let alone a wailing baby so my Grandma took care of both Natasha and I while my mother sat back and took all the credit. I mean I was close with my mother but not that close. I'd tell my Abuelita my darkest and finest secrets, I'd tell her everything.

Up until now, I made it my monthly mission to visit her grave, leaving a bouquet of fresh orchids, I would sit on the grass and blurt out everything that's on my mind. Usually I'd go in the afternoon and I'd tell her how my life has been for the month as well as that day but this time I think I'll go in the morning. When I was younger, we were playing a game with the Globe that was in my Dad's office and we would spin it on its axle then stop it by pointing to a random place on the map, Abuelita had once stopped on England and as if spontaneously made a decision of being buried there after she dies - it was even in her will.

That reminds me, I didn't go this month. Making a mental note that I will go tomorrow to visit her grave. I didn't realise for how long I sat in that chair, rocking back and forth that I had fallen asleep. When I had checked the time, it was almost two in the afternoon, Noah has been asleep for quiet some time, his blanket was no longer in my hand. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I stood from the chair.

With slow steps I made my way to his crib finding him sat upright, playing with his stuffed animals, the pink blanket by his feet. Why didn't he make any sound? As if sensing my presence, he turned his head to face me and a smile broke out on his face along with a shriek of laughter "Hey there handsome, slept well?" I smiled at him, his arms reached out for me just as I bent to gather him in my arms. His green eyes were wide open and bright.

"Aaa... Nnnn" Did he just.. say my name? I looked at Noah with wide eyes and made sure I wasn't dreaming him say that. No, he didn't. It's just him talking in his own baby language. He didn't say my name, right? He's only 8 months - well almost. I glanced over at the chart on the wall that had Noah's details, like his date of birth and allergies etc.

Full Name : Noah Oliver Styles.
Date of Birth : 01/03/17.
Blood Type : O +

Noah turns eight months in a few days and that means that I've been at Styles Inc for almost a month. Wow. Noah brought my attention back to him by placing his hands onto my cheeks and eyes. A few mumbled words left his lips, ruby red lips runs in the Styles family, I guess.

Noah leaned forward as he placed his mouth to my cheek, I scrunched my nose at the feel of his saliva on my skin, he retracted his mouth and mumbled a few incoherent words in his baby language but being the cheeky boy that he is, he turned his head so his cheek faced me. I gasped then placed a kiss to his skin, reciprocating his earlier action "Why thank you for showering me with your love, Noah" I chuckled

I heard a soft grumble come from Noah and that made him look, questioningly, at his tummy "Someone's hungry" I cooed and his bottom lips curled out as if he was going to cry. I held him against my chest, rubbing my palm along his back, he snuggled his head in the crook of my neck while I rested my cheek against his head. "Let's go find your Daddy then, shall we?" I said as I headed out the door.

A florescent coloured piece of paper caught my attention, it was a post-it on the room door. I took it off the door and read the inscription; Gone to the office, will be back soon. Make yourself at home. Something about Harry's note seemed oddly familiar. I gasped, sharply, as I recalled where I had seen this handwriting before. He was the one who left my medication on my table. Harry is Tash's backup plan. Oh my god.

With the newfound information, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Noah had been poking his chubby finger through the small holes on my woolen jumper, I shuddered when his cold finger came into contact with my skin beneath the jumper. "Okay, Noah, what would you like to have?" I placed him on the highchair situated by the kitchen island. Since the kitchen was all white and modernised, it wasn't very hard in locating the baby food, considering that the cupboards had glass windows on them.

The news about Harry being the one that my little sister had set up to give me my medication hasn't quite sunk in as yet.

I held up two bottles of baby food, one being carrots and peach while the other being bananas and jam. I grimaced at the combinations, I actually felt sorry for Noah's small stomach and his tastebuds. "Which yum-yum for your tum-tum?" I smiled at Noah, he let out a gurgle as he reached out for the banana one. Why does this child like bananas so much?

Finding a spoon, then washing it, I started to feed Noah. Obviously, not forgetting to put his bib on. The green eyed infant isn't at a stage where he can feed himself as yet. "Is that tasty, Noah?" I asked as I wiped his mouth with a soft cloth. As I was doing so, I heard the front door open then close. Heavy footsteps made its way into the house and I rounded the side of the island, coming to stand behind Noah. Noah being Noah let out a loud gurgle like he knew his father was home as he shrieked out, "Daaa"

A very frustrated Harry stepped into the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed and lips set into a straight line. His features softened upon seeing his son who stretched his arms out, grabbing onto the air. "Hey bug" Harry smiled, picking Noah into his arms, hugging the infant close to his chest "What's wrong?" I softly asked him and he shook his head. "It's nothing, I'm sorry for leaving you here alone with this troublemaker" I shook my head this time "He's far from a troublemaker"

I watched as Noah lifted his head from Harry's shoulder and just stared at Harry for a while. Harry did the same and it was like the father and son were having a secret conversation, Noah slightly bobbed his head from left to right before placing his forehead on Harry's nose. His chubby hand went up to Harry's hair, wrapping his hand around the lock and Harry slid his head down so his forehead was against Noah's. I bit back an aww that threatened to escape my mouth at the sight in front of me.

It's almost as if Noah knew that Harry was upset and he tried to make his father feel better by comforting him in his own baby-like way. Hating to break the moment I questioned, "Why didn't you wake me up when you left?" Harry's eyes opened then turned to face me after placing Noah back into his high chair "You seemed so relaxed that I didn't want to, plus Noah was still asleep and if he woke up, he most definitely would have woken you as well"

"But how did he get his blanket?" I placed a spoonful of the baby food by Noah's mouth before he opened it for me to feed him "I covered him with it before I left" Harry explained, taking off his coat then his tie. Noticing his actions, I stood straight before clearing my throat as I watched him unbutton the top buttons of his dress shirt "Can you handle him while I go and change?" I could only nod, that too shakingly. Harry passed me a small smile while undoing the third button on his shirt revealing his collarbones and two tattoos?

It's funny how not once did the thought of my sister or Cole enter my mind ever since I saw Harry enter the Diner this morning. Yet this weird feeling settled in my chest; that when I am with Cole, I feel like I'm cheating on Harry but when I'm with Harry, I feel like I'm cheating on Cole. Oh god! I'm a slut. I'm playing with the emotions of two men.

Sigh. Sorry for the ugly chapter, this wasn't proofread so the grammar and stuff is a bit off.

I'm so tired. Do you want more of this? Then you know what you have to do, vote. Vote. Vote. Share. Share. Share. As you all know I'm trying to get at least 1K votes before chapter 25, if I don't then it's okay I might not die.

Bonus part of only Anna and Harry, not to forget my precious creation; Noah. How many of you love me for writing the last three chapters (this included)?

So what would be their ship name? Hanna? Arry? Well those, are just like a normal name and the way Louis pronounces Harry's name. Ugh, I can't come up with one.

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