Eighteen

Tell Me The Truth

"Harry I-"

"No, I don't want some idiotic excuse Aria, so tell me the truth."

"Harry-"

"It's not mine, is it?" Pain was easily evident in his voice.

"What?!"

"You're pregnant with someone elses baby, aren't you?"

"Harry, I'm not-"

"That's why you were crying, huh? Just didn't know how to tell your fiance that you were carrying a baby that wasn't his."

"Har-"

"That's why you were sick, right?" He chuckled painfully, "Because you had a fucking baby inside of you."

That was it, I couldn't take it.

"Harry it's yours!" I yelled, throwing my fist down on the bathroom counter. He jumped back a little, thrown off slightly by my quick change of tone in my voice.

"It's mine?"

"Yes, Harry. I'm pregnant, and it's your baby," I cried, sitting down on the floor to join him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He repeated the same question as he had minutes ago.

"I'm scared, Harry. There's a little child right here," I pointed to my stomach. "It's breathing right now. I have two hearts inside of me!"

"You told me everything was fine." He looked at me as he wiped away the few tears that continued to fall down his cheeks.

"Everything is fine, Harry."

"Fuck that," he said under his breath. He then looked up at me to speak directly. "How could you lie that easily?"

"I didn't want to hurt you."

"Aria, I'm glad and all that it's mine but the reason that you didn't tell me is bullshit."

"I don't know what else to say."

"Have you gone to the doctor?" He asked, biting his lip.

"Yeah, I was there today."

"I would've come," he continued biting his lip, looking at me.

We sat there in silence for a while. I looked down, but I could feel Harry looking at me.

"Do you think I'm going to be a bad mother?" I looked up at him.

"Why would you think that?"

"I'm already a bad fiance." Harry smiled a little, and scooted over next to me. He put his arm around me, as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"You're a wonderful fiance. A bit of a liar, but a wonderful fiance."

I chuckled, "I'm sorry."

"Tell me next time, alright?"

I shot my head up, looking at him like he was insane. "Next time?"

"Oh, God, that's not what I meant!"

"If you think that's happening, you're crazy, Styles!"

"I think I could say the same about you, Mrs. Styles."

"Who said I'm Mrs. Styles?" I joked with him.

"You've been Mrs. Styles since the day I brought over those cookies."

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I layed there in bed, with my back facing sleeping Harry. Should I have told him about the cancer? Yes. Wait, no. Maybe not. It's just a small little tumour right?

It's not a big deal. We'll do this little surgery and it'll all be over. I'll have the kid and then Harry and I will get married. We'll have a mini little Harry running around, or mini me, I guess. I'll get to hold her and watch her grow up and give her advice with boys. And Harry can be the protective dad.

Unless it's a boy- then Harry can deal with it all.

No matter what, everything will be perfect. Everything will go as planned.

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A/N HIIII

this is a really short update but im sort of updating regularly now so i may update tomorrow

MAYBE

so i hope you enjoyed and i love you all and whatever

xxmikayla