Suicide.
The one thing that he was told to do.
The thing that would change his life forever.
He had no idea that the love of his life would end up being his enemy.
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A positive pregnancy test. Positive. Harry was pregnant. Would Liam like it? Would he want a baby? I mean, this would change his and Liam's life forever.
There was only one way to find out if Liam would like it, and that's to ask him. Liam's a loving guy. He wouldn't kick Harry out... Would he?
Harry approached Liam carefully and slowly. He didn't want everything rushed. Harry worried a little because of the state Liam was in for the past few weeks. He just always seemed stressed and angry. Harry had been trying his best to keep him clam but Liam would just have major blowouts, normally ending in a night on the couch for Harry.
"Liam," Harry said, walking closer to Liam.
Liam looked up from his desk. "Yes, Harry?"
"What would you think if we started a family soon?"
"I don't have time for this, Harry."
"Just please answer the question..."
"Okay um, no I wouldn't mind if we started a family."
"Okay so if I told you I was pregnant, you wouldn't get upset?"
"Wait, are you?"
"Uh yeah I am."
"Well get rid of it!" Harry was a bit taken back on that.
"But you just said-"
"I don't care what I just said! Get and abortion, or put it up for adoption or something!"
"But it's our baby, Liam..."
"I don't care! If it's not gone by tomorrow afternoon, I'll take care of it myself."
"But-"
"Harry Styles, you better shut the fuck up right now or so help me..."
"But Liam I care about our baby and I want to keep it. All things deserve to live."
"Okay I'm done with you. You can go kill yourself too because I'm tired of your stupid shit."
"But-"
"Get out! Get out of my house, you disgusting freak of nature!" Liam screamed. That scared Harry enough to leave the house and hopefully never come back.
He sped off to the closest hotel. He got a room and went right to it. He cried on the bed for about 3 hours before he decided to call his mum. "Hi, Harry. How are you, honey?"
"Mum, I need you right now..." Harry sobbed into the phone.
"Oh hon, where are you, are you at home?"
"No, I'm at a hotel." Harry gave all the hotel info to Anne who said she would be there in a while.
When she arrived, all Harry could do was cry into her shoulder. When he was finally able to take a few breaths, Anne asked what was making him so upset. "It was L-Liam. He told m-me to kill myself and the b-baby."
"The what?" Anne asked , confused. "Are you pregnant, Harry?"
"Y-yeah. You aren't going to tell me to kill it too are you?"
"No of course not! Honey, I think it's great you're having a baby, I'm going to be a grandma."
"Mhm..." Harry mumbled.
