The Contract

51

My heart stopped. How could he had brought someone back here? There had to be a reasonable explanation for this. There had to be.

"What the?" I heard him mumble and shuffle as he placed his bag down before he glanced up and saw me still sitting in the dining room at the table. His eyes took in the rose petal path that led from the living room to the table and the candles lit and the music playing.

"Baby, what's going on?" He asked, walking over to me.

Had he just completely forgotten he had brought someone back here. I glanced at the blonde girl who was standing awkwardly near the door to the flat, glancing around.

My heart was breaking again as I realised what was going on. I didn't even know what to say. I couldn't believe he would do something like this to me just because I hadn't come to visit him. I thought we were over this kind of stuff. Our relationship was supposed to be stronger than this kind of stuff. We had gotten past all of this stuff. I had told him I only wanted him, hadn't I proved my love to him enough?

"Georgia?" He asked again.

I stood up, grabbing the envelope from the table and ripping it in half before throwing it at his face. I stalked forward, raising my knee up and kneeing him between the legs, hearing him groan and clutch himself immediately as he doubled over in pain. I grabbed my coat and my bag and pulled out my keys, yanking off the one to Harry's flat that I had.

The blonde girl still stared at me before I thrust the key in her hand. "Now you'll have your own set," I hissed before yanking open the door to the flat and leaving. I brushed away the frustrated tears, warning myself to calm down before something bad happened.

I couldn't go home, he'd follow me there and offer some lame excuse.

God, this lift was taking forever.

Cmon, cmon, I just needed to get out of here.

I heard him yell something before the door burst open and I glanced behind me to see him clutching himself as he stood against the door of the flat.

"She's not here with me!" He gasped out.

"Don't lie to me!" I shouted back.

Calm down, Georgia. Why was this lift still not here yet? I should just take the stairs and get out of here.

"Georgia, please, she's looking at the flat, that's it, I swear." Pain was in his eyes and he was pleading with me to believe him.

The blonde stepped out into the hallway, which only made things worse. "Um, I'm going to go now. Sorry for whatever is going on that I seemed to have caused, I'll be in touch about the flat."

She offered me a small smile before stepping into the elevator that had finally arrived with a ding. I heard the doors close behind me, leaving Harry and I standing in the hallway alone. I hated the crazy emotions this pregnancy brought on but what was I supposed to think when he shows up at home with some blonde girl after a week of not talking to me.

"Now do you believe me?" He groaned, still clutching himself.

I nodded, but now I had ruined our evening. Our nice romantic evening was out of the window and I couldn't even show him our baby because I had ripped up the card and the sonogram picture.

"Will you come inside now? I need ice," he left me standing alone in the hall as he went back into his flat and I followed him, picking up the pieces of the card and collecting them in my hand.

I heard Harry groan before he joined me back in the living room, wincing as he sat down.

"You really got me good," he chuckled, trying to make light of the situation.