Why do I hate Harry Styles?

33: Pregnant?

No perspective

"Harry remember what I said , the last time you asked me this?" Bella asked after giving a decent amount of time for Harry to sweat pools.

"Yeah." He replied, quite hesitant however that moment was crystal clear in his head.

"Why do you trust me?" "Please, I really want to know. "

"I don't have any particular reason to trust you but neither do I have to not trust you."

He remembered every exchange between them.

"That time I didn't have a reason to not trust you but....after what we've gone through....I...I don't want my trust to be broken again. "
she finally explained him, it was not easy for her to tell him that but she had to , she didn't trust him completely and that was the truth and she can't keep him in dark for long. Hence it was better to subject some fierce rays of light to him.

Harry held her hand in his, and said
"Hey....I understand and I was not very hopeful that you'll trust me after what happened earlier but I am full of hopes for the fact that I will soon earn your trust....soon."

His words, were like proton, to her unstable condition, the warmth that he was radiating spread tingles across her cheeks, his determined look made her smile along her glistening eyes.

"Soon." She couldn't keep herself from agreeing with him and nodding along.

They were compressed together, by a string of hope and compassion, it was not long after when Harry rested his head on hers , where he found pure solace.

The moment they shared was short but long enough to share positivity and relief.
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Bella's pov

"......and yeah then I quite started to enjoy this and then it became a part , like of my daily routine to hookup with a random model or actress just for..."

"Fun?" I completed his sentence that made him nod in approval.

I sighed, digesting what he just shared with me , he told me about that article, about his relationship with the model, even before my asking.

It would be a big fat lie if I say, it didn't made me happy that he found it necessary for me to know the truth.

However after knowing about his love life , I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty to think of him the way I used to, before I met him.

Yes, after I met him alot of my predictions about him changed quite drastically, he proved to be such a different person that I or the world never knew of.

"Sorry." I said

"Why?"

"Because I used to "hate" Harry Styles."

He gave a smile before responding with
"Thankyou."
That made me ask "For what?"

"For letting me change that."

I remained staring at him , every second finding something new in him to admire.

The way he was looking at me made me feel, beautiful. I felt important and contented under his devoting gaze.
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Anonymous 's pov

There was an unnatural feeling of denial and anxiety as I held the kit in my hand.

With trembling and sweaty palms, shivering lips I forced myself to look at that thing and end the distortion within me already.

Witnessing the two lines, I couldn't stop the spiralling feeling that entered my body like a horrid tornado.