Another Broken Dream

chapter 8

I leaned against the door and tried to stop my hands from shaking. I promise I won't leave you were in this together. Well people say promises are meant to be broken. Niall opened the door and put his hand gently on my back rubbing it softy. " He'll be back don't worry" He opened the door and led me to the couch. Zayn you cant stay. Why not he's gone I can be here now. Thats not it you hurt her she can't trust you.I didn't mean to do that. Well you did. "Stop it" I screamed at them with strain in my voice. "I'm tired of everyone keeping secrets not telling me whats going on I want to know everything now". They all looked at me like I had just ran over their favorite bike. Niall spoke first " Shes right we have been keeping stuff from her, and just because she was sick she deserves to know". " Know what?" my voice trembled. "The um. band is thinking about breaking up" Louis looked at me with hurt built up in his eyes. "This is my fault" I wiped the tear from my eye. "Yeah it is" Zayn stormed out of the house. This wasn't about me breaking up the band, this was about me cheating. Everything with Harry felt so wrong at first the soft spoken words he would whisper to me, the small forced kisses the kisses had become more passionate and filled with love. His touch was gentle and the way he held you with his eyes. When I found out I was pregnant I couldn't bring myself to tell Zayn, I cried and Harry didn't leave he stayed with me rubbing my back and singing soflty into my ear. He was the gentle one. "Its not you're fault" Liam hugged my tightly gently rubbing my back. The night went by in a blur Harry hadn't come back I knew he wouldn't he had some steam to blow off. I got a shower my muscles ached with pain from everything that had happened in the last week. I got sleeping Brooklyn out of her crib, I grabbed her blanket and gently picked her up. I took her downstairs where the boys were sprawled across the wrap around couch watching a game show. I sat down next to Louis and cradeled Brooklyn in my arms. Harry burst through the door. I handed Brooklyn to Liam and walked up to him. You could smell the achol on his breath. " I need to talk to you" he grabbed my arm gently and led me outside. "I'm sorry baby I love you" he leaned in and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. "Harry stop it youre drunk" I broke away from him. " I didn't want to leave, I'm sorry I really do love you" He gripped my arm with force, it would leave a bruise later. "Just go to bed I'll talk to you in the morning" I lead him up to our room where he had fell sloppily on the bed. I went back downstairs where worried looks had occupied everyones face. "What" I took Brooklyn who was squirming from Liam and rocked her back and forth. "He'll be fine in the morning trust me". I put Brooklyn in her crib that matched a soft country feel that I had grown up to. I wasn't British, I was American I was raised in the country where you run throught fields without shoes, and ride horses on western saddles and ride pickup trucks. It all changed when I moved to Britian at 16. I told the boys I needed to sleep in the guest room tonight. I could hardly stand to look at Harry for a second.