sperm donor ♔ styles

eight

Jo

"Ha, that's actually really funny. I mean, can you believe Jo carrying the Harry Styles' baby? That's hilarious. A popstar wouldn't just donate his sperm like that." Beanie's banter was all that kept the tense atmosphere not-so tense.

To be quite honest, I have no idea what he's trying to say. I mean, Dr.Brennan said that my information would not be disclosed, so how the heck could he be the guy who gave me his sperm?

"Uh, sorry, but... I highly doubt that's even possible. So, thank you for visiting but I really need to get back to unpacking." I ignored his harsh stare as I made my way back towards my house. Too bad I wasn't the only one with that idea.

I was only half way towards my front door when he walked past me, walking straight through my open front door and inside my house.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" I ran after him inside the house, left watching helplessly as he walked around as if he owned the place, not taking any particular interest towards the boxes scattered across the floor.

"You know how long it took me to find out your new address?" He asked me as he walked down the hall, the sound of a door opening leaving me to see where the heck he was going.

'Dude, that sounds really creepy when you say it like that.' I followed after him only to find him in the nursery touching my boxes. I had to refrain from walking over there and punching him across his face as he continued to go through everything.

"Hey! Don't touch that!" I ended up shouting at him. I have a rather strong belief that if I don't start becoming more civilized and continue to act more like an adult, I might end up doing very bad things with the baby in the house. Shouting just so happens to be one of my alternatives.

He merely ignored me as he pulled out a photo album out of one of the boxes.

"It took me a couple of weeks, and it wasn't easy coming here all the way from England. And now, I finally have the pleasure of telling you the news." He paused in the middle of his snooping in order to look up at me. There was something about the way he looked at me that set me off -- this wasn't an ordinary discussion, sure, but there was still something there; something unusual and... inhumane.

"The news?"

"Yeah, the news. Since I'm a very well known member of a boyband, I can't have everyone knowing my business -- my business being that you're having my kid. So, I need you to get rid of it."

'I need you to get rid of it.'

The words rang inside my head, taunting me. I couldn't seem to shake the cynical ring to them.

He just called my baby -- the child growing inside of me -- an 'it'.

My baby; the living baby inside of me that will be able to open his or her's eyes and look at the world around them.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!"

I couldn't help it; I just burst. "I'm three months pregnant! Three freaking months! It is way too late to get an abortion and, even if I could, I would never do that! I forked over thousands of dollars in order to get pregnant! I would never give that up for anything!"

I was ready to break down and cry, but I wasn't going to let him see that happen. Instead, I settled on using my words. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, and how much I want this. Because, no matter what you think, this child inside of me is mine and deserves the chance to live."

His attention was now solely focused on me, his green eyes narrowing.

"You're telling me no?"

"Yes, I am telling you no. I don't care if you're the freaking president -- I will never give up my baby for you. You can't just waltz in here and expect me to give up my baby for a boy like you; a boyband member, nonetheless.."

But I guess he was different. I expected him to already get the hint that I wasn't going to give my baby up, ever, but he still looked dead set on convincing me otherwise. He stared at the photo album in his hands, his curls flopping forward as he did, before he finally looked up at me.

"Then I guess I have no choice then, huh?" I glared at him, crossing my arms out in front of me.

"I guess not."

"Yeah... I'm going to have to help you through your pregnancy."

"Yeah -- wait, what?!" I have no idea where he got that idea from, but he was determined to get his way with this, I'm not even sure if I could convince him otherwise. He stood up and walked towards me, pausing briefly to stare me down.

"I'm going to have to if you decide to give birth to my child. End of story."

And he walked out of the nursery, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded.

"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?! Ugh... you're not making any sense."

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a/n.

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