Things were different when you and Harry first got together. Back then, no one really knew who he was, just a kid on a singing competition. And no one paid much attention to you either. Your father was the famous one and you spent most of your life in the background—clinging to his hand at red carpets, being the baby he brought to the Grammys, or a name the media occasionally mentioned but never focused on.

That changed as One Direction’s fame skyrocketed. As curiosity about Harry grew, so did the interest in you. Suddenly, you weren’t just “Eminem’s daughter,” but “Harry Styles’ girlfriend.” Every outing with him became a headline and despite your efforts to stay private, someone was always watching.

Now, Harry’s pulled in so many directions with touring, recording, and press while your focus on college has made time together a luxury. Yet, despite everything, you’ve always made time for each other.

You’re sitting on the sofa in your shared London apartment, your quiet paradise in the chaos around you both. The hum of the city below is muffled by the walls, and here you are, curled up with a blanket, staring at the little white stick resting on the coffee table.

You hadn’t meant to spiral, but the signs were there. Exhaustion clung to you, nausea came and went, and your period had been late. At first, you chalked it up to the stress of your finals coinciding with Harry’s most busy leg of the tour but now doubt had crept in, stress can't possibly cause you to be this late, right?

And now, the test sits in front of you, the timer on your phone ticking down.

You hear a key turn in the door, pulling you from your thoughts. Harry walks in, looking absolutely drained. His curls are a mess, his coat is buttoned wrong, and when he slumps onto the couch next to you, he sighs deeply. He notices your nervous expression and furrows his brow.

“My love,” he says softly, “are you alright?”

And suddenly, the weight of what you’re about to find out hits you even harder