Chapter 46

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Mr. Styles P.O.V.

I was pissed. How could all of them know that she's pregnant and couldn't take one fucking second to tell me? I slit Greg's throat myself in that hotel room and now I just want to do it all over again.

How can she be pregnant and not fucking tell me?!

I am literally the last fucking person to find out.

I pulled up to the house and sighed. I really didn't want to explode on Elena but I am just so mad at her. She knew all this time. Liam said that she took a few tests, meaning that she knew for awhile. My question is, how could she tell everyone but me? I'm her boyfriend, she should be comfortable with telling me anything.

I slowly make my way up the stairs and into my bedroom. I saw Zayn waking up Elena so she could get some fresh clothes on. It killed me seeing dried tear streaks on her red cheeks. I could just see the hurt all over her face.

"Zayn," I growled. "Get. Out."

Zayn turned to me and shook his head as he grabbed my arm pulling me to the side. "Haz," he whispered. "Take it easy on her alright? She's scared. Plus this isn't her fault. She told me everything." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "I had to force it out of her but she told me what he did to her. He did it to her at least four times a week. She said he barely used a condom and he didn't always pull out fast enough. Again, this isn't her fault. So just take a breath before talking to her." With that he patted my shoulder and left the room.

I didn't know what to do. I was feeling so many emotions. I suddenly wish I didn't kill Greg because I should have tortured him a little bit more.

I looked over at Elena but she wasn't looking at me. Her body shook as she silently cried.

I felt frozen in place. My heart was in my throat.

I took a deep breath to calm myself and slowly made my way over to the bed. I felt her body tense as I scooted closer to her. "Baby.." I whispered. She flinched when my hand touched her arm. "Elena please..." She didn't move.

"Baby I just want to talk to you, okay? We have to talk about it. That's the only way we can get through this, okay?"

She rubbed her eyes with her tiny fists and sniffled.

I couldn't help but to pull her into my arms. That just made her cry harder. "I'm so-so s-sorry daddy..." I kissed her head and rocked her back and forth. I really didn't know what to say because I was pissed but I was also hurt.

I swallowed the lump in my throat trying my best not to cry. "Ellie please stop crying... I-I.." I sighed. "I'm sorry I left the restaurant and caused a whole scene. I was just angry and I really didn't handle it well. So for that I am sorry."

She continued to cry.

"I'm sorry..." She said again. "I-I didn't m-mean for t-this to happen.."

I gently pushed her off my lap so that she was in between my thigh and facing me. "Elena" I said staring directly into her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to hear this from everyone else except for you? We are a couple, you are supposed to tell me everything. Good or bad. I mean this is serious. A baby is serious and as your boyfriend I should know about it. Clearly you have known for awhile and you chose to hide that from me. Why?"

I swiped the tears from her cheeks and raised an eyebrow. "Stop crying and talk to me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I-I just didn't know how... a-and I didn't want you t-to be mad at me.."

I shook my head. "So how long did you expect to keep this from me? Until your delivery date? I mean really, when did you plan on telling me?"

She shifted uncomfortably and shrunk under my gaze. She had difficulty making eye contact. "I-I don't know... I'm sorry.."

"You should be sorry." I grabbed her chin and had her look into my eyes. "You listen to me, from now on you need to tell me everything that is going on and I need to hear it come out of your mouth. Don't ever let me find out that you are hiding something from me again. Do you understand me?"

She nodded as a tear ran down her cheek. "Y-Yes.."

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy."

I nodded my head dismissing her. "Go change and get into bed. You need sleep. We'll deal with this in the morning."

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