"Lotts!" I shouted. "Lottie!" Still no answer. "CHARLOTTE!" Finally, she turned to me.

"WHAT LOU!?" Wow, I made her mad.

"You can't tell anyone!" I said quickly in a begging tone.

Lottie had stayed home from school and I didn't realize she was home until I was walking out of the shower with a towel around my waist and saw her in the hallway facing me. Her eyes had instantly dropped to my stomach and a shocked look went across her face.

"Can't tell anyone?! Not even your other sisters?! Louis! How far along are you?!"

"About eight months...." I said quietly.

"EIGHT MONTHS?!" She shouted. "Louis! What did you expect?! You would have the baby and we wouldn't ask questions when you came home with a newborn?!"

"I don't know Lotts. I hadn't thought that far." I ran my hand through my hair and looked up at the ceiling.

"Louis." She said, now surprisingly calm. "I'm not mad that you're pregnant. A little freaked out, yes. But I'm not mad."

I looked at her and could tell she was sincere. I nodded my head towards the couch and we sat down.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't really tell anyone." I explained. "Mom and Dan know because they had to, and Zayn knows because he saw me with my shirt off at one point and figured it out. I didn't want anyone to know."

"I get it." She said. "I don't really blame you, but you're going to have to at least tell Fizzy. You can't just come home with a newborn one day and expect no one to ask questions."

I knew she had a point.

"Do you know who the dad is?" She asked.

An image of Harry immediately came to mind but I shook my head. "It was just a simple hookup. A drunken mistake. Haven't seen him since." I said easily. I've rehearsed saying this enough.

We talked a little bit more and she told me she would be there with me when I tell Fizzy. Daisy and Phoebe can wait until my mom decides to explain it to them. They're still too young to really understand. When everyone got home later that night, I told my mom I was going to tell Fizzy. She was glad that I was letting some other people know. She has been great at letting me take all of this at my own speed.

Lottie and I brought Fizzy into my room and we told her. At first she didn't believe us, and then I showed her my stomach and she gasped. She was mad at first, like Lottie was, but then she was excited to have a little niece. Now since the ones who could make sense of it knew, we could start buying baby stuff and getting ready for the new little princess.

I honestly feel like I am going to burst. Women don't get enough credit for this crap. I pee myself daily and my ankles and feet are so swollen that it hurts to even move. I keep reading that I should get my sleep in before the baby is here, but I can't sleep!

I was lying in bed one night, tossing and turning as much as I could to try to get some sleep. All of a sudden I felt a really warm liquid between my legs. At first I thought I peed myself, but then suddenly a sharp pain ripped through my stomach and my back and I knew that wasn't it.

"MOM!" I called in a panic.

After a few seconds my mom came rushing in.

"What's wrong Lou?! Are you okay?!" She asked quickly, looking around the room to make sure everything was alright.

"I think my water just broke." I said scared.

She walked over to me and saw that my bed was all wet. "Yeah, that's definitely your water. Alright. Let's get you up and to the hospital."

She helped me up and I changed my pants while she went and let Dan know we were heading to the hospital. It was two in the morning so we decided not to wake up the girls. My mom helped me down the stairs, grabbed the hospital bag, and led me out to the car.

When we got to the hospital, I was in a lot of pain. They paged Dr. Wolford and my mom asked if there was anyone I wanted her to call. In my hormonal and pain filled state, I almost said Harry, but I was able to bite my tongue and shake my head.

After about an hour or so, they came in and gave me an epidural. Once that was in, the pain subsided drastically. The button to press for more was my best friend for the time being. Once Dr. Wolford came in, he said that he would be taking me soon for a C-section being as I don't have the ability to give birth naturally like a woman would.

When they came to get me for the surgery, I was happy to hear they would allow my mom to come in with me. She put the scrubs on that they gave her and she met me in the room. I laid on the table behind a blue curtain feeling nothing but a lot of pressure. My mom held my hand and when we suddenly heard a small cry, both of our eyes filled with tears.

The nurse walked over with a baby wrapped in pink. She brought her down to my level and I couldn't believe the feeling that overwhelmed me. I knew then, looking into those dark blue eyes, that this little girl had my whole heart. I would do whatever it took to always protect this perfect little princess. I kissed her forehead and they took her to the nursery to clean her up while they stitched me back up.

After about a half hour I was back in my room recovering. I was looking at my phone, contemplating for the millionth time if I should get in contact with Harry and tell him. The answer was always the same. I heard a knock at the door and quickly looked up to see a nurse wheeling a little cart into the room. She picked up the baby and placed her in my arms. I couldn't believe how absolutely beautiful she is.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" She asked, writing some things down.

I had put a lot of thought into this. I always had my heart set on a first name, but I wanted part of her name to incorporate Harry somehow. I had done enough googling of him and learned almost everything there was to know about him. I was sure I made the right choice with her name when I saw the way he spoke about his mother and the bond they shared.

"Kayden Anne Tomlinson." I said, loving the way it slid off my tongue.

"I love it." The nurse said and wrote it down on the birth certificate form. "is there another father you would like to add?" She asked.

I simply shook my head and assured her that I would give her everything she needs in the world. She nodded, congratulated me, and left the room to file the paperwork. I looked down again at the little baby in my arms and kissed her forehead.

"We're going to be just fine." I whispered softly. "I am going to give you the best life I possibly can. I love you princess."

"Lottie! What did I tell you about posting pictures of Kayden online?!" I shouted exasperated.

"Lou come on! She is my niece!" She argued. "I don't understand why I can't post a picture of her."

I sighed and walked away frustrated. I sat down on my bed and grabbed my phone, opening it back up to Instagram on the Harry Styles tag.

has anyone seen this kid? she looks so much like Harry Styles. it's crazy.

wow! she really does! that is wild!

i wonder if he has a secret love child or something. she looks way too much like him to not be related at all.

@MarryMeHazza you may be onto something. let's look more into this...

I sat there looking at the comments on the picture someone reposted of my daughter. More specifically, mine and Harry's daughter. More importantly, the daughter that Harry does not know exists.

"Well, fuck." I thought. If I knew this fandom, which I did, I knew that there was no way this wouldn't blow up and get back to Harry somehow. "I'm completely screwed."