Bad Boy Love

Chapter 9

~Zayn's P.O.V~

She's pregnant! Fucking pregnant! And it's Harry's! I'm gonna kill him!

"HARRY!" I screamed as i went downstairs.

I went straight up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I screamed in his face.

"Zayn calm down. Why the fuck are you so mad all of a sudden" he said trying to loosen my grip.

"SHE'S FUCKING PREGNANT YOU DICKHEAD! HOW COULD FUCKING DO THAT TO HER! FUCK AND DROP HER! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!" I yelled. Everyone, that's including the boys, uncle Si, and Kat's mom and dad, were staring at us.

"SHE'S WHAT?!" Mr. Walters screamed. He looked like he could have killed a person. Simon was shooting daggers at Harry like he seriously would have killed him. I don't think i've seen him look so mad. There was a vein popping out of his neck.

"Harry! I thought you were through with that!" Louis shouted.

"I'm a guy she's a hot girl it's hard to control yourself" he Mumbled. I don't think he meant to say that out loud because he slapped his hand over his mouth.

Mr.Walters looked like he was about to kill Harry.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE STYLES!" he shouted pointing to the door.

~Katlyn's P.O.V~

Well now I feel like shit. All the hate I've gotten on twitter was true. I'm worthless. Ugly. I don't deserve to be with any of the boys. I'm no where near good enough.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked in the secret compartment I had behind the towel rack. I found it! The blade I had hidden in there. I sat down on the floor and cut my arm.

One for every insult I've gotten about how slutty, ugly, useless, and worthless I am. One for every single compliment Harry told me that I believed. One for trusting Harry. One for falling in love. One for giving him everything including my virginity. The fact that I'm pregnant with his kid.

In total I must have had 26 new cuts. I stared down at the masterpiece I did. Well I called it a masterpiece. Just then I heard someone enter my room. I quickly got up and washed off the blood from my arm.

I put disinfectant on it and left the bathroom. It was Zayn again. "What happened. I heard yelling" I said.

"Yeah. Everyone downstairs knows you're prego. Sorry. Your dad kicked Harry out." He said.

"You told?!" I asked getting mad. They probably think I'm a slut.

"Know one thinks that. We're all going to help you" he said.

"Did I say that outloud?" I asked. He nodded. "They're okay with it?" I asked. He nodded again.

"We're all here for you" he said and came over to hug me. I hugged him back. Wrong choice. One of my cuts opened back up with the contact. And Zayn noticed.

"Why did you do this" he said as he came to give me another hug.

"It.... It just helps me feel like I'm still here. That i'm not invisible. I don't know anymore. Every time I feel depressed I cut. It became a habit that started since year 9" I said. He released the hug and looked me in the eye.

"Well please stop. One day you'll loose too much blood. What will happen then. Your family and friends need you." He said. "I need you" he took a step back and left the room.

I just stared in the direction of the door in shock. Did he really just say that. Or was it what my brain wanted him to say.

After a long battle going on in my head I decided that he didn't really say it and I was imagining. There's no way he said 'I need you' righ?... Right.