Dominance [H.S]

CHAPTER 51

Samantha's POV

My words was stuck inside my mouth and only some uncomfortable murmurs could leave my throat.
"W-what?" I finally managed to say.

Her smirk grew even bigger on her face "yeah, he can't really control himself"

I shook my head, this is some dumb bullshit right here. "you're lying"

She pulled up her nirvana t-shirt and showed me her slowly growing baby bump. Shit. My stomach was twisting inside my body and the lunch I had with Harry were on its way up.

"But- how?"

She shrugged "I met him a couple of months ago. You two had a fight I guess, he was horny and we fucked"

"He would never do that, especially not with you"

She arched a brow "then how could I be pregnant with his child then?"

I placed my hand over my forehead trying to catch my breath. Fuck.

I walked past her and up towards my room. I closed the white oak door behind me and locked it. My throat was tight and I had to gasp for air. Panic and adrenaline was filling my veins as I with all my power grabbed a vase and tossed it into the mirror on the wall. It broke into a giant crack and thousands of pieces fell to the floor among the pieces from the beige vase.
I sat down into the floor gently pulling my knees up to my face. I tried to sob as quietly as I could by pressing my face against my knees. I sat there for at least an hour, before my phone buzzed in my pocket. I picked it up and noticed Harry's name lit up the screen.
I wanted to ignore him, but my hand pressed on the green button.

I slowly placed it beside my ear.
"Hello" I said with a torn out voice.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

I sighed "not really"

"I can hear that, what's wrong?"

What's wrong? Hah, my sister claims you're the father of her child that what's wrong.

"It's Amy, we're not getting along very well"

"Yeah, she's kind of special. But my offer still remains, you can stay here"

I closed my eyes "it's okay, I'll get through it"

He sighed "Sam you're giving me so short answers, are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Can you answer me a question"

"Yes, anything"

"Did you make Amy pregnant?"

He was silent.

"Harry?"

"Are you serious?"

I frowned "yeah, that's why I asked?"

He sighed, this time a bit angry "did she told you that? Really?"

"Yes, and I am still waiting for your answer"

He chuckled "I am NOT the father of Amy's child" he underlined not very clearly to me.

I let out a soft breath in relief.

"That good, I am relieved"

"How could you even think like that? I would never, ever, hurt you in that vulnerable way"

"She told me that it was you. That you two hooked up after one of our fights. She showed me her belly, it looked so real"

"But the fact that I am not the father is real. I'm coming over, I need to speak to the both of you"