His Darling Rebel: Sequel to His American Rebel (Harry Styles & One Direction)

Chapter 2

A week after the birthday party the treatment came in the mail. I kept the bottle of pills hidden from Harry, knowing that he would get upset, but when all was said and done it would be worth it. He'd see it soon enough. 

I had been taking the pill for only a week and the side effects were already causing me to be more sick than ever. I played it off as the flu, but Harry refused to believe it. To make everything worse he thought that I was pregnant. 

"Just take a test, Rach. It's not going to hurt anything," he begged. 

"I'm not pregnant. You heard what Doctor Evans said. There is no way that I'm pregnant," I snapped. I tried to keep my voice down since Sophie was just in the other room. I paced around the kitchen, waiting for him to answer. 

"Then what is it? Because I know that it's not the flu." I didn't answer him. Instead I went back to making our dinner. "What is it, Rachel? Are you sick? Is it something serious and that's why you won't tell me?"

I could hear the hurt in his voice, and I sighed. "I'm not sick, Harry."

"It's that damn treatment, isn't it?" he asked angrily. He shook his head in disappointment, and walked out of the kitchen. I listened closely until I heard the front door slam shut. 

Moments later Sophie walked into the kitchen with a puzzled look on her face. "Momma, where's Daddy going?" she asked. 

"Nowhere, Soph. He'll be right back, okay," I reassured her. She smiled up at me, and she looked up at the table.

"Food?" she asked excitedly. 

I laughed. "Yes, baby. Food." She was hanging around her uncle Niall too much. I helped her up onto her chair, and we ate dinner without Harry that night. 

"Momma, can we play hide and seek?" she asked once we were finished eating. 

"Is that what you wanna do before bed?" I asked her. It was almost seven, and her bedtime was eight. She nodded and I said, "Alright. I'm counting to ten. Go hide."

I began to count outloud, and I could hear her footsteps running across the floor. "Eight... Nine... Ten. Here I come," I shouted to tell my hiding child. 

We played hide and seek for over an hour, and the last round I found Sophie asleep in her bed. 

"Good night, Sweetheart." I leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, and she rolled over shouting, "Boo."

I laughed at her as she said, "I got you, Momma," and I started to tickle her until she was to the point of tears. 

"Momma, stop!" she giggled. "Momma!" I finally stopped and she looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Will you sing a song for me like Daddy does?" she asked. 

I sighed, "I'll try, but it won't be as good."

"But Momma, your voice is pretty too," she replied happily. 

I smiled at her and began to sing the song that Harry always sang to her when he put her to sleep: Isn't She Lovely. 

When she was finally asleep I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I was startled when a voice spoke up behind me. 

"You should sing more often." I turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. I just walked past him without acknowledging him, and slammed the door to our bedroom in his face. 

"Rachel, let me in." I slid down behind the door, my back against it, and I sat there silently. "Rachel, please. I just want to talk to you. Please," he begged. 

I rolled my eyes and stood up. I swung the door open and glared at him. "What, Harry? What do you want to talk about after walking out like that?" I asked angrily. "You honestly think that just talking is going to fix what you did?"

"No." His gaze dropped to the floor, and I could tell that he was feeling guilty. "I just want to talk about what happened so we can get through it. Together." He looked back up at me, and I saw for the first time that there were tears in his eyes. 

I walked towards him with my arms wide open, and he happily took me into his arms. We stood in the hallway, just hugging for what seemed like an eternity. 

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you putting yourself through all of that pain for something so small. I'm perfectly happy with the family that we already have. I've got a beautiful wife and the cutest little girl ever." He kissed the top of my head and pulled back to look me straight in the eye. "I don't need anything more from you. You've given me the perfect life with you and Sophie."

I looked down, avoiding his gaze. "Did you ever think that I want it all again? Seeing Zoey so happy and round... Well, it makes me want to go through it all again." He lifted my chin up so I was looking right at him, and he kissed me softly and sweetly. 

"If it's what you want then we can try it, but we're getting right down to business," he said cheekily. He quickly tried to recover when I raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, so you can, uh, stop with the treatment soon, anyways."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. "I'll call Zoey tomorrow morning," I whispered into his ears. 

"Good thing she offered to take Sophie off of our hands for a couple of nights. We never really got our fairytale honeymoon, and I was hoping we could go on before I had to leave next week." 

"Definitely." I leaned in to kiss him, and I couldn't help but think that after five years he still made my head spin every time that we kissed. 

It was a feeling that was never going to go away. 

Okay, another chappie! Yes, Rachel and Harry got into a fight. It's going to happen a lot in this story so be ready for it. Anyways, they made up right away because it was needed for the plot that is in the net few chapters. 

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