Chapter 103 : "First Birthday"

T A T E

My heart is pounding against my chest as soon as we arrived at the venue. I'm sure that there's going to be trouble because Miller is here. I know he wants to be a part of his daughter's first birthday party but Monique said days ago while we were preparing for this party that she won't even let Miller come near Tarry.

I just don't want Miller to be ruining this day for his own daughter. I've prepared days for this day to be perfect and I've tired the hell out of myself the past week just for my godchild. Harry even helped with the preparations too and he even lavished voluntarily money for this event. I know he doesn't want this day to get ruined too. And I can't let Miller ruin this day for both Monique and Tarry.

"I'm nervous." I say to Harry.

Both of us hopped off of the car and walked inside the hotel. He fixes the button of his polo as he pushed his hair back to his forehead and says to me, "Don't worry about it."

I exhale heavily. "I can't just not worry about this. Monique is already freaking out because Miller is right outside the ballroom. I'm sure Miller will do everything to get inside."

Harry takes my hand, "He can't because I won't let him get near Tarry. I knew something like this will happen that's why I've hired some security outside the ballroom."

I exhale heavily. "Really?"

He nods. "They won't let anyone who doesn't have an invitation to go through. So relax."

Harry and I walked inside the elevator. "But what if Miller will cause a scene?" I ask.

"He won't. I'll tell Sam and Paul to take him out of the hotel. I'll even talk to the manager for it. Don't worry. I won't let this day get ruined."

I smile nervously at him.

"You've prepared too much for this, so I won't let him ruin everything you worked for." He adds.

"I just don't want this special day to be ruined by Miller." I say breathlessly. "I know that he's an asshole and I always wonder why Monique even fell in love with that jerk."

He rubs my arm. "Relax Tate."

"I don't want him near Tarry, Harry. He threw them out of his life when Monique confessed to him that she was pregnant and you were there when she cried about that. I don't want Monique to cry again over him. And I don't want him to hurt Tarry. I'll kill him for that." I snapped.

He nods. "That's why I won't let him get near Monique and most especially to Tarry. Don't worry, I got this."

As soon as the elevator opens in two, Harry and I walked to the ballroom where Monique and Tarry was. By the time we got near the doors, we already see the commotion that Miller is causing. He stands there forcing himself to go in but the guards won't let him. As I look at Miller throwing himself at the policemen, I knew he was drunk and wasted. I even think he's also high. He might have hit something before he came here because he was about to explode out of anger because he's eager to go inside.

He's screaming and pushing the tall and lean security guards that were in front of him. Other people were even looking at him. I held onto Harry as we got closer to Miller. I was really scared of what he can do today because he's obviously not himself right now. As we got close, I knew he was high. His eyes were red and damn he looked really really wasted.

I don't know how he knew about where Tarry's birthday was going to be held but I'm so mad at him for even being here. He's so thick-skinned for even showing up after how he shut Monique out, called her a slut and threw the pregnancy tests at her face. That's such a sick and disrespectful man. I wouldn't want him to hit me or have me as his hostage. Im thinking way too much that makes me even more worried. I hope he doesn't have a gun with him inserted inside his pants. I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt today.

"Come on! Let me in! I'm the father of the celebrant! Why won't you let me in?!" He screams at the police pushing him away.

As soon as he noticed me standing close to where he was. He gapes. "Hey you! Tate right?"

I held onto Harry's arm. "I want you to be with Sam." Harry says to me.

"You.. You know me. I'm the father of the celebrant right?" Miller drunkly walked towards us and it scares the living hell out of me.

"Sam!" Harry calls out and Sam jogged even faster towards us.

Sam stands in front of me right away to cover me from being touched by Miller.

"Back off sir." Sam warns Miller.

Miller flickers Sam's hand. "Don't you back off me! I'm fucking talking to her!"

We were then covered by a few policemen who were talking to Miller but he really wanted to get close to me so we could talk. But I don't wanna talk to him because he scares me so much and he's not obviously himself today. Harry rubs my back to calm me down while he was talking to Sam to take me inside first.

"Let's go Tate." Sam talks to me.

I look back at Harry. "What about you?"

"Go in. I'll talk to him." He answers.

"What?" I gaped. "Harry he's drunk and he's obviously not on his normal state. Go inside with me and don't talk to him." I tell him.

"I have tons of police around here anyways and they won't let him come near me or hurt me. But I won't let Miller harm you Tate. He wants to talk to you Tate that's why I want you in safely." He answers.

I sigh and felt my heart beating even faster now because Harry really wants to talk to Miller. He wants me to go inside because Miller is after me but then I want him to go inside with me too where it's also safe for the both of us.

"Why do you still have to talk to him? Damn it just go inside with me." I'm almost crying.

"Hey!" Miller screams.

But he was too fast and too strong on pushing the two policemen who wete standing right before Harry as they begin to absentmindedly loose him that were before Harry. All of a sudden Miller grabbed Harry's collar which made me squeal. I tried to push him off of Harry but he pushed me back even harder and from out of nowhere Miller's fist was flying as he punched Harry on his face out of the blue. I felt my heart dropping to the ground when Miller punched him. Everything happened too fast that even the police didn't see it coming.

I gaped. "Harry!!"

Harry fell to the ground with the impact that hit him from Miller's fist. I rushed towards him and he sits back up. There was blood coming out from the small cut of his lower lip.

Harry groans.

"Oh my god. Your lip is bleeding." I nervously said as soon as I see his blood.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He says.

"You're not fine." I say back. "You're bleeding!"

He grins weakly. "It's just a small cut Tate."

I turn to face Miller. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"You little bitch! I told you I wanted to talk to you!" Miller quickly pulled my arm away and forced me to stand.

"Let her go!" Harry screams back as he gets up to his feet.

Miller's grip was too tight around my wrist that even though I'd pull myself away from him, I couldn't do it. He's too strong. "Let go of me Miller!" I screamed at him.

"Put your guns down or I swear to God I will hurt her!" Miller haunts them while he points a knife at my neck.

I inwardly whimper and feared the very sharp point of his knife which was too close to my neck. "Miller please no." I begged.

"Tate just let me go in. That's all I ask. I just wanna see my daughter please." Miller pleaded.

This was what I worried of happening and I know he's capable of this. I was nervous of the worst things that will happen after he punched Harry, now I'm mad because he hit him and now he's holding me. He hit Harry. The nice and innocent man who hasn't even done anything to him. But right now I'm too scared to even do anything against Miller's will, I watch Harry with tears in my eyes. He's telling Miller to let me go and not to hurt me. He's begging and he's pleading him but Miller doesn't even listen.

Miller kept on looking at me while he begs to let him inside but I don't answer. All of a sudden, I see Harry running towards us and I think that it might be an opening for him to attack Miller. Harry quickly grabbed his hand the one with the knife and punched him straight on his face then grabbed my arm as he pulled me away from this sick man. I was so worried for Harry attacking a man with a knife on his hand. He cups both of my cheeks and asked if I was fine.

All of the police were quick enough to grab Miller. I watched him while he was being pulled away by the police. They held onto his arms while he was trying to wiggle away from them but they were all taking him down. The hotel security quickly arrived which was too late to settle down the commotion and I think the hotel manager was walking towards us too.

"Mr. Styles we are truly sorry for not responding right away. We came as soon as we heard the commotion." He speaks to Harry.

"It's okay. Things happened anyways." And from the sound of Harry's voice I know he's mad too.

"Just pull him out of the hotel and make sure he's placed in prison." Harry speaks but I watch his fist all red and a little swollen

"Yes sir. We are truly sorry." He answers back to Harry before he walks with the police who were taking Miller out. He continued to escape by pulling himself yet he couldn't move anymore as soon as he was handcuffed.

"Your hand." I held it to mine and winced as soon as gently rubbed it.

"It's fine. Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?" He asks.

I shake my head. "No. I'm fine."

Sam runs to us. "Harold you almost got yourself killed back there."

"I can't let him hurt Tate, Sam." He answers.

"How are you?" Sam asks me.

I smile weakly. "I'm okay. But Harry's not. I need some first aid."

"Tate I'm really okay." Harry insisted.

I groan. "You're not." I kind of spat.

"Cmon let's get you both safely inside before a lot of people will see you being here. I wouldn't want to see this on the news tomorrow or probably in a few hours." Sam says.

We walked inside the room and noticed that the party had just started. Monique quickly hugged me as soon as she saw us entering. She probably cried because of fear but Harry told her that everything is okay now. She was even sorry for what happened to Harry and even cried for causing too much trouble for him today.

Harry and I excused ourselves from Tarry's party as we were led to an empty room. I watch as the nurse puts first aid over Harry's cut on his lip and some ice pack over his swollen fist. There were a few security guards that were standing by the doorway too, making sure that no one would go through the doors and no one will see.

"Thank you." Harry speaks to the nurse after she cured him.

She politely smiled back and fixed her first aid kit as soon as she was done cleaning up Harry. I quickly next to him and cupped both of his cheeks so he could face me.

He smiles then winced.

"Your lip must hurt when you smile." I say.

"It does hurt a little but it wont if you'll miss it better." He grins.

I chuckle. "Wow. Even when you're hurt, you're still so cheeky."

He laughs under his throat. "Who says I'm hurt? I am fine. It's just nothing."

I sigh heavily as I look at what happened to his. precious face and felt like I was the one to blame because of what happened to him today.

"I'm sorry." I say shyly.

"You're sorry for what?"

"For what Miller did. If it wasn't because of me, this won't happen to you. Look at your lip."

Harry takes my hand to his and held it. "It wasn't your fault Tate. Miller was just probably influenced by drugs and alcohol. And he was just mad because he wanted to go in but he couldn't. He was just frustrated. It wasn't because of you nor Monique's fault. Okay?"

I slowly nod.

"He got you and seeing you being held victim like that made me furious. I was so scared when he pointed that knife at your neck." His voice cracks.

Harry bends his head down. "I don't wanna lose you Tate. Not like that. Not ever."

I smile as I pull his head up to me. "You will never lose me Harry. I told you I'm not going anywhere anymore. Even if you'll push me away, I won't go anywhere if it's not with you."

He smiles and winced again because of his cut which made me smile at him. He chuckles as he throws his arm around me and pulled me in. We hug each other for a while even though there were three hotel security, his own bodyguards and the hotel nurse that were inside the room who were watching us.

"Who says I'll push you away? That wont even happen in a lifetime." He says.

I smile and pulled myself away from him.

"Now that you're fixed and all, ready to party with Monique and Tarry?" I ask with a smile.

"It's about time to carry my godchild." He says with a smile as we stand together.

We walked out of the room and headed back to Tarry' celebration. A few guests were shocked to see Harry being here but instead of being mad and pissed after being punched and saving his life for me, he was still admiringly smiling and entertaining other people. We sat together in one table with Monique and his three bodyguards.

"Can I carry Tartar?" Harry asks.

I chuckle. "I need to get used to that."

"You're lucky I'm a fan and you're my best friend's boyfriend." Monique playfully pointed at him.

Harry chuckles under his throat. "Tartar is a very cute nickname, trust me."

Monique shakes her head. "I don't even trust your ever corny knock knock jokes. You're lucky they're bearable."

Harry gapes at while I laughed loud.

Monique playfully smiles at Harry before looking back at Tarry. "Uncle Harry wants to carry you."

"Is my knock knock jokes that bad?" Harry asked whisperingly to my ear.

I smile at him. "Don't get too offended, Monique's just playing around with you. But I'll still laugh at all of it even if I've already heard a hundred times." I say.

He smiles.

"I'll laugh at it with you." I add.

He grins. "You're making me fall more in love with you. I didn't know it's possible."

I chuckle.

I watch as Harry carry Tarry and started playing with her as if she was his own kid.

It's as if my future was played in front of me.