your friendship with harry blossomed before his x-factor audition. you stuck with him through thick and thin. through all of his ups and downs of the band. through all of his lovers. you guys were as close as bread and butter.
you met during your first year at a new school. you know how the story goes. boy and girl bump into each other. both of them bend down to grab girls books. they both reach for the same book and touch hands.
you couldn't think of a more cliché way of meeting. in fact, you are harry joke about it all the time.
the both of you stayed in proper touch when harry's fame rose. harry never let the fame once get to his head. he was the most humble and down to earth person you had ever met. always putting other before himself. it's something you had always admired about him.
him being apart of one direction was one of the best things you got to watch. you loved seeing him on stage with his very best friends performing songs he loved. watching him grow from this somewhat shy boy to an international pop star in the matter of a few years was something so incredible. seeing harry have the time of his life on stage doing what he loves made you so incredibly happy.
harry had always told you he'd do anything for you, so when your shitty ex-boyfriend knocked you up and left the minute he found out, he was glad to take you in.
you moved out to LA when the boys did. of course you didn't stay with them, you had gotten your own place with the money you saved up.
harry would always invite you to LA shows and festivals and even some of the other west coast tour dates. they we're definitely the most fun you've had in a while.
being in the LA scene exposed you to a lot more people than you were used to. that's how you met trevor. at first he was this sweet, fun-loving guy but after about a year and some of dating he started to show his true colors.
now trevor was never a fan of harry. he hated the international superstar and how close you two were. he was a constant accuser of you cheating, which you never were. he'd apologize for accusing you, you'd forgive him and take him back, and the cycle would continue.
harry hated this, he hated how you'd cry to him about your love life with trevor, and he hated seeing you hurt.
the day came where you realized your period was late and your eating habits started changing. you ran to your nearest dollar store and picked out a test.
it was a painstakingly slow process of waiting for the results. it felt like years until the results came. the small digital print of the word pregnant read across the rest. you let out a heavy sigh and called trevor asking him to come over to talk.
about 15 minutes later, you greeted him at your front door. "so, what did you want to talk about?" he said while sitting on the couch.
"well, um. there's no easy way to say this," you started.
"well, just say it already." trevor interrupted a bit to harshly. it almost made you flinch.
"i'm pregnant." you blurted out.
trevor takes a minute to process the information. he finally stands up, "that's not my kid."
"trevor-"
"that's not my fucking kid!" he yells before he storms out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him.
