Forgotten

Ch 10

Harry**

"Negative.. both negative" I hear Taylor whisper, chuckling lightly.

I fall to the floor outside the bathroom door. 

She thought she was pregnant. That's why she's been in the bathroom for over an hour. Was she trying to get pregnant? Is that why she always wanted to have unprotected sex? 

**FLASHBACK**

"Harry, God. I'm on the pill. We do NOT need a condom!" 

"Taylor! Fuck, I'd rather be safe than sorry!" I say to her, standing up because the mood is ruined.

"Why can't you just trust me?" She says stroking my face. "Why can't you just trust in the fact that nothing bad will happen?"

"Because everything bad could happen! Look, if you get pregnant, that's both of our careers! OVER! DONE!" I growl at her,

"IT'S NOT LIKE WE CAN'T AFFORD IT!" She screams coming to tears

"It's not! We can afford it! But I don't want a child at 20 years old! I have my WHOLE LIFE ahead of me! I have the boys to worry about, I have One Direction to worry about! You can't get pregnant! Now, if you can't accept that, then we can't be together!"

"You/re stupid little boy band has been broken up for three months! When do you think you'll record a new song huh? When little Niall decides to come back, and sock on your gay little cock? Is that when?!"

My jaw drops at her words, and my eyes go wide. She looks at me, and she knows she's gone too far.

**END OF FLASHBACK**

I stand up, and walk downstairs and turn on the tv. I pull my phone out and look through my Instagram. I scroll through some fan pictures, and stop when I see a picture of Zayn and Niall at the aquarium. In the picture, they're really close, and holding hands. It has 7934 likes, and over 1000 comments. I stare at the picture for awhile, and the caption.

"Had a great day with @NiallHoran today, I love that boy."

I read the words "I love that boy" over and over and over again, and a pang of jealousy washes over me. I ignore it and call Liam.

"Hey mate, what's up?" he answers after three rings

"Nothing. When are you coming over?" I ask flipping through HBO movies.

"Ah, Dani's not feeling good, so we're gonna stay home. Sorry lad." 

I sigh, there goes a good evening. "No problem, give her a good word for me."

We chat a little bit more about sports, and eventually hang up.

I stare at my phone and hesitate as I dial a number.

Niall** 

"Hello?" I look at the number, and am convinced its a mis-dial

"....Niall?" I hear Harry's voice over the phone, its soft and quiet.

"Hey... Harry.. What's up?"

I hear him smile a bit at my acknowledgement of him, "How are you..?" He asks slowly

"I'm good lad, and yourself?" I try to play off how much it hurts for him to call me after three months, but I feel it wearing down as the minutes pass.

"I miss you Niall.." he says quietly,

"No you don't.." I retort angrily.. "After three months.. you can't possibly miss me.  I called you four times a day, texted you 15x as much.. you never returned my calls. I felt like I had done something wrong.. But I stopped calling when I realized that it was you. YOU did something wrong, not me! I called Liam everyday, and guess what? He answered EVERYTIME!"

His silence fills the phone, and I hear him start to speak, but I can barely hear him

"SPEAK UP HARRY! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, SAY IT!"

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU NIALL! I never returned your calls or texts because I KNEW I was wrong! I knew what I had done! I knew I destroyed you! I saw you and Zayn one day, in Nandos.  I came there to wait for you to eventually come. But you and Zayn were already there, and I saw the way you two looked at eachother. I saw that you had moved on, and that maybe, I should too. So, I called Taylor, called Liam, and we all went out for drinks. Liam gets drunk everynight because of how horrible he feels for what he did to Zayn.  Hell, we BOTH get drunk everynight, because of what we did. But I just never had the courage to tell you, because I'd thought that by now you'd hate me"

I hear his soft sobs fill the phone, and I feel tears streak my cheek. I hang up the phone, and walk into the bathroom. I close and lock the bathroom door, and tear through the cabinets. After about five minutes of searching I find it.

A razor.