All Alone

Part 3

Three months later...

The past three months had passed in a blur, you hadn't heard at all from Al since he walked out of your house. You went for your first scan at 12 weeks with your sister she now knew everything, your parents and others were on a need to know basis. Once it was confirmed that a healthy baby was inside of you a warm feeling spread through you although a heavy weight still rested upon your heart. You WhatsApp's him a pic of the scan. Nothing. The two blue ticks confirmed he had received and opened the message you even saw that he was active. Nothing, not a single word. You sent the pic to Steve, his reply was instant.

"Thanks y/n I was hoping you'd send me this. He's in a bad place, he's just told the band and shown them the scan, their disgusted in him right now. Keep in touch" You replied a simple " ok", it was hard to have sympathy for him right now.

Your 20 week scan was yesterday, your baby was fine and healthy, due end of August, you opted not to find out the sex, a little surprise for you. Your bump now growing and showing it was very neat and on the outside you looked like you were managing, however when the front door was closed you was heartbroken, crying to sleep most nights praying he would come around before your baby was born. You sent the second scan pic, just to Steve, it was hard to cope with Al's rejection.

It was half term so you had a week's holiday from work the weather was lovely out, you chose your maternity skinny's ( who knew Selfridges sold maternity clothes ) and a sleeveless blouse you felt good not like a frumpy mum, and set off for walk to the shops. Armed with neutral baby clothes and other items you now felt safe to buy because you had a due date you finished the day at your favourite Shoreditch coffee shop, you waited at the end of the counter for your luxury hot chocolate and felt eyes on you, turning on your heel to meet large brown eyes staring at you, dressed in his and your favourite holey   light blue t shirt, jeans. A stunning pair of Olivier Peoples glasses hung from his shirt.

You could have thrown up there and then, you wanted to flip him the finger, no you were better than that. You walked over to him,

"You look well y/n very well" his northern accent exactly as you remembered

" I sent you updates, scan pictures, you never replied" This time he had the shame to hang his head a slight blush on his defined cheeks, his scent was over powering you, too many memories flooding your mind.

He looked you dead in the eye, " nothing's changed y/n, I can see you've been buying, do you need anything" what a knob head, tears of anger threatened, you struggled to hold them back

" No I do not, I'm fine" your voice low and shaking " I need you not your money" He grabbed your hand and stoked his thumb over yours, his eyes travelled up and down you, drinking you in.

" I know you're not interested but here, this was yesterday" you handed him the scan picture, he simply stared at the picture in his hand, seconds passed, he still had hold of your other hand and he gave a slight squeeze, he looked like he was about to speak when something caught his attention. He abruptly dropped your hand and handed you back the scan

"I'm sorry y/n you need to leave right now" he was looking past you. Turning you saw a stunning tall brown haired women walking towards you, eyes only for Al

"Aww a pregnant fan how cute, here hun I have a pen, how cute asking Al to sign your scan" an American accent, you knew she was the famous vine star, you looked back at Al he couldn't meet your eye, clearly embarrassed, mortified he signed the back of the scan and handed it back.

It was time for your Oscar worthy performance, you refused to lose face in front of this girl " thank you so much, see you around Alex" you smiled sweetly, his eyes shot up, you hadn't called him Alex since your first night together. He looked hurt, good.