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Chapter 49

"Um Harry, where would you live?" Mary changed the subject. "We're leaving soon and you still haven't thought about that."

"I could move into one of those apartments down the road." He quickly replied.

"I have a patient who manages an apartment complex. I suppose we could work something out."

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Daniel's POV

Where was my mum? More importantly, where on earth was Harry? Not that I wanted him here or bothered about him anymore but if he did something completely idiotic and senseless like running away to another town, we would have to stay in Gripleville longer. Meaning I'd be showered with more embarrassment now that almost everyone in our neighbourhood knew about all the drama.

I wanted to get away from this dreadful town as soon as possible and begin a new life. Being with Helena was the worst decision I've made. Not because she was in any way awful, but because she was almost perfect. She was angel-like and I was the exact opposite. Trying to hide my true self from her only helped build up the underlying chaos.

As much as I loved her, we just weren't compatible with each other and I should've known better.

The constant migraine attacks weren't wearing away at all. In fact, they were becoming more severe as I awaited the arrival of my unborn child.

My unborn child. It was odd saying that. Polly rang me up in the middle of the night complaining of cramps and I instantly knew she was having a contraction, although she took a while to catch on to that. She thought she was about to have her period.

I wasn't sure if it was just me or if the waiting room was actually freezing but my fingers quivered and goosebumps arose consistently.

"Daniel Styles?" I heard my name and my breathing halted for a moment. "Your baby's here. Congratulations." I turned to see a short, plump nurse smiling at me.

This was all happening so quick. I was about to meet my child. I struggled to walk with balance as I carried myself to the delivery room. The alcohol from last night hadn't worn off completely yet.

A bunch of people clothed in white and black dispersed around the room. I couldn't properly focus on them but I knew two of them were Polly's parents.
"Over here, son." The nurse led me to the bed where Polly lazily gazed down at a small baby wrapped in a white blanket. Her pale arms held the baby close as she smiled at it.

"It's a boy." One of the doctors informed me with a pat on my back.

"What should we name him?" Polly asked in a frail voice. She looked exhausted, with her crimson hair all frizzed about and her face almost bloodless. She was vastly different from the way she looked the night we um... got dirty.

I'd been so caught up in my web of problems that I hadn't even thought of a name for the baby. "I'm not sure. Have you got anything in mind?" I shrugged before slowly moving the blanket away from the baby's face to get a better glimpse of him.

He was quiet for a newborn and his coral-pink skin tone was the opposite of Polly's. He still cried, of course, but they were small and faint cries. My fingers lightly brushed along the thin hairs on his soft-fleshed scalp.

I'd only known him for a few minutes but I was loving him already. I smiled down at my own flesh and blood... my little boy.

"I like Timmy." Polly responded, letting out a small chuckle as the baby's tiny hand caped her finger.

"I like that too. Timmy it is then." My distress and all of my financial and education worries somehow vanished in that frame of time. All of my focus was on my son and nothing else.

Although I couldn't help but fantasise about Helena and I raising this child together. That would be my ultimate ideal. We would live together in a cottage house - as Helena used to tell me. I knew how fond she was of those houses. I would wake up to her deep, brown eyes gazing at me. I would run my fingers through her dark locks which always smelled of a perfect mix of lavender and vanilla.

Oh god, I was only torturing myself with these thoughts. 

"Oh dear..." My mother's overjoyed voice filled the room. She rushed towards us and chucked her handbag over to a chair by the bed.


Behind her entered the last person I wanted to see right now. My brother. He walked over to us with his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, the hoodie hiding his curls.

"He's beautiful. Have you decided on the name?" My mother asked as she adoringly watched the little person in Polly's arms.

"Susan Boyle would be nice." Harry suggested, lightly laughing.

"Would you shut your hole for once?" I tried to keep my voice as low as possible as I fumed at him. No words could describe how irritated I was with him.

Harry pushed back his hoodie and his hands went through the newly exposed big mess of hair - or fur as I called it. It made him look like an overgrown hamster.

"Chill, Daniel. I was only trying to light up the mood in here. I'm happy to see my nephew." He shrugged.

"Nothing to stress about here. His name's Timmy." Polly intervened.

"Do you think you can delay the flight until tonight atleast? I think Polly might need some rest first." Her father implored.

"I'm sure that can be done." My mother smiled. "That'll give us time to help Harry settle down in his new apartment." 

"Wh-? What do you mean?" I enquired.

"I'm staying here." Harry answered, wavering his fingers infront of the baby in an attempt to amuse him.

"Until he's done with his A-levels." Mary added.

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Helena's POV

Harry had shown me pictures of Timmy, his new nephew. The baby of my ex-boyfriend and childhood best friend. Looking back at everything that happened, I could conclude that my life really was as twisted and dramatic as those tv programmes my mother watched.

"Helena, there's a letter for you." My mother handed an envelope to me as I turned away from the kitchen counter.

"That's weird. I've never gotten a letter before." I mumbled as I tore open the paper.

"Kids of the age of technology." She sighed, shaking her head.

My eyes widened when I read the words on the folded paper inside the envelope.

Helena,
From Daniel

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