Fate

Chapter 32

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After I finish eating, I hear a knock at the door.

I open it and...

"Taylor?" I say in shock.

"Hey Stella!" She smiles and tries to hug me.

"Why are you here?" I question and reject her hug.

"I came to talk to you." She says looking behind me.

"Or to get Harry into your pants?" I spit out. Shit.

"Excuse me?" She says with attitude.

"Leave now Taylor." I demand.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" She says.

"Me? What about you? Trying to take someone away that I actually really like? Taylor I told you everything about us and you go behind my back to fucking talk to him? How could you do that!" I yell at her. My mouth feels so dirty with words like coming out but it's like an outrage, I can't stop

"You know what I was drinking okay? Don't play innocent here with me!" She says still standing in the doorway.

"I am innocent! What the hell Taylor? Leave now." I demand.

"Stella you don't understand." She says softening her voice.

I slam the door and start tearing up.

"So you like me?" Harry says with a grin.

"Not now Harry." I say wiping my tears.

How have I even forgot how e was acting at the music store. He's a jerk sometimes.

HARRY'S POV

Without even thinking I walk to her and kiss her. Kiss her like there's no tomorrow.

I can feel her tongue matching movements with mine.

I can taste the saltiness from her tears.

I can smell her perfume. She takes away all of my anger and sadness.

I've never felt this way about anyone.

Sure I've had many girlfriends and hook ups, but she's different. She doesn't chase me.

"I think we should go to bed." I suggest. I don't want to go to far.

"Okay. Lets go." She says looking at me with her sad eyes and leads the way.

She changes her sweatshirt and pants to short pink and white striped ones and puts on a fitted white v neck.

Damn she looks perfect.

She takes off all her makeup and she looks beautiful without it. I mean makeups nice and all but if you really don't need it, why use it?

We snuggle up together in my bed and I couldn't think of a more perfect night.

She rolls her fingers in my curly hair and we mold out bodies together just like every time we sleep.

I lower my hand and rub her stomach. I can tell it's getting more bigger, my anticipation grows.

She flinches when I rub her belly, but I don't care. I only care about her and the baby. Our baby.

We wake up together and once again she's still in my arms.

Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun and she has a cute expression on her face.

I get up and of course she wakes up.

"I'm going to shower." I say.

"Kay." She says still in the bed.

The same routine happens again.

"I'm going to work, ill be back at 5." I say looking at her.

"Okay. Bye Harry." She says with a smile.

"Bye Stel." I say returning a smirk.

I go to my car and it's snowing everywhere. When I see the snow, it reminds me if Stella. When I look in her eyes I see a sparkle.

I drive to work and grab some quick breakfast.

"Hey Rick." I say.

"What up man?" He says back.

"Nothing. Anything new?" I ask.

"No." He says.

"Okay." I say.

Just going on with a boring day of work.

STELLA'S POV

Oh god I feel like I have a hangover. My head is pounding from when I was crying last night.

Why did Taylor have to screw things up? I wasn't expecting her to do that.

I get up and take a shower.

My stomach is getting bigger. I felt Harry rubbing my stomach and it madd me think. I hope that I can still where my clothes.

I put on some gray yoga pants and put on a floral baggy shirt.

I tie my hair up and I can see a little bit of curls in the back if my ombre hair.

My stomach makes a bubble on my stomach that you can tell I have a belly.

I feel like I need something done. Maybe a nice spa day wouldn't be bad.

I apply mascara, my fave pink gloss and a little concealer.

I put on my favorite sunglasses, grab my purse, put on my sweater and leave.

I go into my car and get to the salon.

"Hi miss, what would you like today?" A nice little lady asks me.

"I would like a mani and pedi, please." I say nicely.

"Name please?" She asks.

"Stella." I respond.

"Right this way Stella." She says.

I sit down in my seat and another lady comes to pamper and paint my nails.

She starts with my hands first.

"Stella?" A voice says.

Who could that be now?