Sage

16

When Harry and I step outside, it's like I'm finally catching a breath of fresh air. I blink harshly, gulping and exhaling as my hands shake at my sides.

Fucking twins.

Apparently, baby two hadn't been picked up during my first ultrasound, which was very rare and was chalked up to the limited resources the hospital had. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even afford a decent fucking hospital to have my babies in.

I silently cried, occasionally wiping my eyes with the heel of my palm as my chest rose and fell shakily. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But all I could think about was the extra money for the extra baby I'd have to come up with though I never had enough for the first.

Harry stalks in front of me, cursing and gesturing angrily as he speaks on the phone. I had no clue who he'd called. but he stayed on the phone with them the entire ride back to his place. I feared his knuckles would break through his skin from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

My gaze was set straight ahead, hands trembling in my lap as I took deep breaths and processed everything whilst Harry's voice simply became muffled background noise.

I could pick up more shifts at Wickshire, or at least ask if they have some available. If not, I'll have to look for a second job. I don't imagine that'll go easier than my first job search but I have to try.

And I have to save, the money that Harry gave me was slowly beginning to run out. I needed to pay the bills, rent, utilities, occasional food. No matter how thin I tried to stretch my budget, it was only three thousand dollars.

It wasn't like I could call Jenny or Niall either, I didn't have a phone. So I was forced to sit in Harry's passenger seat, his voice slowly falling upon my ears as I tune back in when we pull in front of his condo with a screeching halt.

"That's obviously not an option anymore, you act like I fuckin' control this," He says through the phone with a shake of his head, quickly tossing his keys to the valet and making his way to my side. I'm opening his passenger door but he swings it open for me, quickly helping me out with a distracted look on his face as he presses his lips together and shakes his head at whoever is on the other line.

"That's what I fucking pay you to do, Jim. What dad pays you to do."

I don't even think Harry knows that he grabs my hand and begins to practically drag me into the large building. He's either that impatient and can't bother for me to be left behind, or he's trying to be apologetic. I doubt it's the latter.

We get into his condo and my face is dry from tears, lips pressed together in a frown. Harry hangs up the phone and drops my hand just as quickly as he grabbed it, walking over to the large windows and grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the accent table, along with a clean glass.

"Jim's coming to help us discuss some stuff," He tells me, tossing his drink back without further explanation.

"About what?"

"Do you need my help, Eliana?"

I'm taken aback by his question, my arms coming to hug my body defensively, "What the hell does that mean?"

"I'm offering to fucking help you," Another drink is downed, and this type, he sighs, closing his eyes briefly.

For the month and a half all he's done was complain and bitch about wanting a paternity test and making my life a miserable hell by refusing help, and now, all of a sudden, he wants to? Because I found out I'm having twins? It makes no sense.

"I don't need your pity, Harry. You didn't wanna help before. It makes no difference now-"

The front door encounters a heavy know before it's opened anyway, revealing a stressed and somewhat pissed-looking Jim. He's in a dress shirt but with casual slacks, his shirt untucked and wrinkled like Harry had called him straight out of bed.