Through The Dark

Chapter 2

Third Person's POV:

*a month later*

Harry groaned as he heaved over the toilet. He had been sick for the past 2 weeks now, and it was starting to become very irritating now.

Harry vaguely remembers waking up at a bar a few weeks ago with a sore ass. He knew he had gotten laid the previous night, but he only had vague memory of it. He just remembers a tall man, with black hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. Oh! He also remembers that the man had a huge dick.

Harry sighed as he sat against the wall, tired as hell. His head was hurting, he still felt nauseous, basically he was feeling like shit. He wished he had someone he could talk to, someone who could hold him and tell him it was going to be okay...but life was cruel and he was lonely as hell.

You see, Harry didn't had a very nice childhood. Actually, it was the exact opposite of that. His father was very abusive, mentally, physically and verbally. His mother had passed away when he was 3 years old and his dad became abusive right after that.

He would withheld Harry from eating, drinking for days on end. Saying that money was tight and he didn't want to waste his precious money on worthless kids like him. After he turned 13, he was sold off to a man named Simon, who sold him again to a man named Nathan, who took him to a prostitute home (basically a house where people are treated as sex slaves)

Harry's life there was hell. He lost his virginity to Nathan at the age of 14 and since then he was forced to have sex with a lot of random people everyday.

Harry developed severe anxiety, PTSD, depression and eating disorder during that time. He was abused everyday by Nathan too.

When Harry turned 19, he somehow escaped from there. He had tried to  escape a total of 3 times before that, and he failed every single time. But he finally managed to escape from there.

He had been living in Bradford for about a 6 months now. He also got a job at a coffee shop near his apartment. His living conditions weren't that good and there were days where he couldn't get food at all...but anything was better than the house he lived at before.

He also lived in constant fear, that Nathan would capture him again. And he really didn't want to go back there again.

Harry was a simple young man who wanted nothing more than some love and affection. But he knew he wasn't worth of that. Because let's face it, who would want a used, broken boy like him?

Harry sighed as he got up and went to his small kitchen. He drank some water and decided that he wasn't really in the mood to eat anything. So he just made his way to his small twin sized bed and laid there, pondering over his life and how fucked up it was.

And before he knew it, he was fast asleep.

+

A week had passed and his vomiting did not stop at all. He was now feeling even worse. He had been getting random cravings all week. And he now somehow hated the smell of eggs now.

He knew he needed to go to the hospital, but checkups costed money and he didn't have much since the coffee shop he worked at was very dull, and would hardly get any customers.

Harry decided that he could skip a few days of eating so that he wouldn't spend much on groceries. And with the money he would save, he could make a trip to the hospital.

He pulled on his sweater since he was always cold, no matter what the weather was, and grabbed his pair of wornout shoes before walking out the door.

As he walked towards the gate of the building, a cold voice called for him. "Styles, where's my money for this month?"

Harry bit his lip nervously. He had totally forgotten about that. He slowly turned around to meet the intense glare of the landlord. "Um...can I pay you in 3-4 days, please?"

"What's your excuse this time, huh?! I want the money by the end of the week or else you will be evicted." And with that, the man turned around and walked away, not listening to Harry's pleas.

+

"Harry Styles?" A nurse asked, walking into the lobby of the hospital.

Harry shakily stood up. The nurse smiled kindly at him and asked him to follow her. She led him to a room where a women, probably in her 40s was checking Harry's file.

Harry timidly sat down on the chair in front of the doctor, chewing down on his lip. The doctor smiled at him. "You must be Harry. I am Dr. Pritchett. Now, what seems to be the problem?"

"Um...I have been v-vomiting for the p-past 3 weeks, I think. And um, I feel t-tired all the time. And I have w-weird cravings every now a-and then." Harry managed to say.

"Hmm...I think I know what's wrong. When was the last time you had sex?" Dr. Pritchett asked.

Harry's eyes widen comically, and his face started to get red. "Um..I, uh, about 2 months ago...b-but um, why?"

Dr. Pritchett sat back in her chair. "Well, you see, male pregnancy do happens, even though they aren't very common, they aren't rare either. Males can get pregnant too, and I have a feeling that you are one of those males." She explained.

Harry was shocked. How can he be pregnant? That man used a condom, right? He could barely take care of himself, how was he going to take care of a child?!

The doctor sensed that Harry was on the verge of having a panic attack so she tried to calm him down. "Hey, it's going to be fine, okay? But first, let's see if you are pregnant or not."

She led him to a bed and instructed him  to lay down and lift up his shirt. "This is going to be a little cold." She warned before applying the gel on his bare stomach.

Harry winced at the cold but didn't say anything. Instead he stared at the TV like screen which was in front of him.

The doctor smiled as she observed the screen. After she was done, she gave a tissue to Harry, so he could wipe the gel off.

"Congratulations Harry. You are pregnant. You are almost 2 months along." She said smiling. Harry just stared down at his stomach, not knowing how to react. He just nodded.

"You will figure it out Harry. I know you will be a great dad." Dr. Pritchett said.

Harry once again nodded. The doctor gave him a list of medication and told him what foods were safe for him and which weren't. He thanked the doctor and left the room.

He was in deep thought when he walked out of the hospital.

He looked up at the blue sky and finally made a decision.

He placed a hand on his stomach and a small smile was playing on his lips. "Guess it's just you an me now, my little peanut."

+

He was heading home after picking up his medication. He was walking past a dark alley and a he felt a sick feeling in his stomach.

He thought it was just because of the baby, but his instincts told him to get the hell out of that alley.

He started walking at a quicker pace, but unfortunately he wasn't quick enough...

One moment he was walking and the next moment, someone had hit him hard with on his head and he fell to the ground.

The last thing he remembered was someone roughly picking him up before temporary darkness took over

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