Fake or Real?

Chapter 18

*Chelsea's POV*

I've been sat next Louis on the couch for about 10 minutes, Harry is in the kitchen doing whatever.

"Louis?" I mutter as I know I've gotten a bit on his bad side.

"Yes.." Louis whispers.

"Thank you for letting me stay here..." I trail off as I rub my 12 week bump which is double the size.

"It's okay love" Louis smiles at me then at my stomach.

Just as I open my mouth to reply Harry walks in with two cups in his hand.

"Here you go Chelsea" Harry says while handing me the cup.

"Cheers Haz..." I reply quietly. I stare at my bump with children I have no desire to keep... I sigh and blink away the tears that pool up in my eyes.

"Hey, Chelsea ..." I hear Harry whisper while Louis places his hand on top of mine over their babies.

I sniffle and look up at Harry...
"Will you stay in touch? After I've given you these little babies?" My lip trembles more.

"Why are you upset love? Of course you get to see these wonderful little bundles of joy... Your going to be their auntie Chelsea" Louis replies with a small smile and he wipes away the loose tear.

"I feel so heartless that I have no desire to be a mother... B-But you'd understand why..." I choke out as my throat closes up with tears. I wipe my nose on my sleeve and sob quietly.

"Maybe you feel that way now, once they are old enough to understand they know you did it out of love... Out of selfishness" Louis whispers gently.

"I feel terrible though... I don't feel like a mom... I feel like a walking zombie... He ruined my life..." I sob quietly into the palm of my hands. I feel a gentle touch on my back. Unsure who it was I looked over seeing Niall offering a shoulder to cry on. Offering a Horan hug. Who was I to turn down a Horan hug. So I turned around and crawled on to his lap. Ignoring the bump the crashes into his stomach and I hug him tight enjoying the feeling of being loved by someone I don't even know... Someone other than Michael...