On the Verge; A One Direction Fanfiction.

Chapter 12

"Well, I did what you wanted. She rejected me. Happy?"

"Yes. I  am." Harry replied smiling.

My door opened then, letting a sliver of light in. I looked up to see Harry's familiar curly locks and green eyes. He smiled deeply, dimples showing and making my heart pump a million times faster. I sat up, trying to hide my tears. He sat down next to me, draping a strong arm protectively around my shoulders. I leaned into his embrace, his warmth engulfing my small frame.

"You know, I'm about to start calling you Trouble. You just... so much trouble in such a tiny little package." He said, kissing me to stop my protest. In reality, he was right. I had caused so much trouble to the band in the last year it was amazing to me how they could even stomach being around me, especially when I wasn't eventhat pretty. If I was some kind of gorgeous model whatever, maybe I could see why, but....

"Celia, I want you to know that nothing you ever do could make any of us hate you. Niall, me, Zayn, liam and Louis... We love you. You're like family to us, well, maybe not so much to me but still.." He smiled before kissing me again, lightly.

His long fingers linked with mine and he pressed his soft lips to my forehead. The sheer love here in this little room was overwhelming. I couldn't think of any place I would rather be. Harry made me happy, but still...

My mind wandered to Niall. I was still totally in love with him. I'd never gotten over him, and starting this relationship with Harry was a bad idea. Now, however, I couldn't hurt Harry. Not to mention the fact that Zayn was into me, too. Why would he kiss me? I barely knew him, in all honesty. The only guy I was certain I knew like a book was Niall. Harry I knew some things about, but not everything. His green eyes held pain as he looked at me.

"Celia, I don't think we should-" He was interrupted by the door opening. In walked Alyssa, Olivia, and a man I knew was my father. I sucked in a surprised breath at the same time my dad did. Our matching brown eyes widened in identical expressions of shock. 

"This is the girl who wanted to say hello. I don't know why but I felt like you needed to meet her before she's released tomorrow..." Alyssa trailed off, becoming aware of the recognition on both of our faces.

"Celia?" My father breathed, eyes holding an expression I couldn't read. Olivia darted her eyes between us, rubbing her stomach. Harry's grip tightened around me.

"I..." I couldn't speak. My whole chest was constricted, a vise tightening around my throat. A tear rolled down his face as he crossed the room to me. He tried to hug me, but I recoiled into Harry's arms.

"Stop." I said, barely a whisper. Now that he was this close to me again, everything from the past was returning to me. Sure, I'd missed him, but I didn't want to see him.

"Celia... I'm glad you finally got your dreams. I heard your, erm, song. It was real good." He patted my back and left the room. Harry looked at me with serious confusion, as did Alyssa. I figured if my dad hadn't told her, then I should.

"Alyssa? I'm Celia Fredericks and your husband is my dad. He... I haven't seen him since I was eight. Thanks for bringing him here, I owe you." I smiled politely, as she ran out of the room in disbelief. Harry turned to me, amazed. I nodded to confirm my seriousness.

"You... and Olivia... you're...?" He couldn't finish, but I knew what he was going to say.

"Yeah, she's my little half-sister apparently." I answered, showing a small smile. I didn't know if I would ever like Olivia, but if she was my sister I would at least try. I couldn't give up on her.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by Harry's snores. After a long conversation about Olivia, me and my father last night, I'd fallen asleep still wrapped in his embrace. It was nice, something I'd always dreamed of. I walked out and used the restroom, returning to an awake Harry.

"Morning..." He said, trailing off. I hadn't forgotten what he was about to say last night, and I could tell he realized this.

"Let's go check me out, okay?" I asked, putting it off for now. I liked Harry, I really did, but I couldn't say I exactly blamed him if he wanted to dump me. I was a crappy girlfriend who actually was still in love with his best friend. Uuuuggghhh.

We checked out and he returned me to my hotel room. Taking a deep breath, he turned his green eyes to me.

"Ithinkweshouldseeotherpeople." He said in a rush, obviously hoping I wouldn't be hurt if he said it quick enough.

"I do, too. I love you Harry, but we just aren't right together..." I said, watching his face turned from fear to shock as he realized I wasn't freaking out on the floor. He smiled in relief, and wrapped me in a hug. 

"Thanks, Celia. Thank you." He said, and I could tell he meant it. He left then, obviously feeling awkward. I flopped on to the couch and turned on the TV. Niall's face was on the news, talking about... Me?

"Yes, it's true that my girlfriend is pregnant. We are aware of how young we are, but we feel confident in our parenting abilities. We will raise our baby with the support of our families and friends. Celia and I are ready for-" He was cut off then, by the news anchor. I recognized the shock on his face as the name he said registered. I'm sure Olivia did, too. Just then, my phone rang.

"Hello? Olivia? What's wrong?" I asked, answering the phone. She was crying, so it was hard to hear her, but I made out the jist.

"I... think... Niall... is... still.... in... love... with... you...."

Before I could respond, she continued.

"I... love... him... too... but.. it's... not... his... baby..." She sobbed, and continued again before I could answer her. My mouth hung open in shock.

"I had a boyfriend.... before I came to Harry... Greg was mean and a jerk... and it's his baby." She said, her voice evening a little. Oh. My. God. Olivia....

"Why didn't you just tell Niall?" I asked her, confused. Niall would have understood, especially since it wasn't like she cheated or anything.

"I... I don't know! But I can't tell him now! I don't know what to do..." She answered, sounding so hurt I just wanted to hug her.

"I thought you could help me, since you're my sister and all..." She said, playing the sibling card already. I sighed. She had a point.

"Well, I think you should tell him. He'll understand, right? He'll want to know the truth, Liv. He, and the baby's real dad, deserves to know." I said, giving her the advice I would give to anyone. She made a sound before replying.

"I know. You're right... Will you be there with me when I tell him?" She asked, again sounding so fragile and afraid.

"Of course." I replied, a knot forming in my stomach.

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