THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE. (PART TWO)

DO NOT AND I REPEAT DON'T SKIP A SINGLE WORD FROM THIS CHAPTER.
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With every passing moment, Harry's heart breaks a little more. With every tear that falls from the girl's eyes, Harry feels himself losing his sanity a bit more. His heart is screaming at him to stop watching, it's begging Harry to stop the torture, torture of seeing the woman he loves so much breaking down and confessing that she never wanted to fall in love with him. But his mind is tempted to continue, it forces him to see it. To watch the entire video, curious about what she's got to say. Maybe it'll explain the reason behind her abandoning Harry. The reason behind her strange behaviour when he had found her back.

"I wanted to tell you everything but it's so damn hard." The girl on the screen speaks, sniffing abit and shaking her head again. "I'm just... scared, terrified that you'll leave me as soon as you'll get to know the truth about me. You'll be disgusted."

The lump in Harry's throat grows a bit at the words and he finds himself wondering what it could be. Has he not proven on so many occasions that he'll never leave her no matter what? That all he wants for the rest of his life is to hold her close to him.

There's a distant voice in the video and Harry watches as Stella's eyes widen. She look into the camera, eyes flashing with panic as she quickly wipes any traces of tears on her face.

"One minute, babe." She says loudly, her voice not longer shaking like it was not only a few seconds ago. There's a bit shuffling before the screen goes black.

Harry blinks at the screen of his laptop mindlessly, once, twice and then she's on the screen again.

This time she's smiling a bit but there is a hint of sadness in it. Harry can feel it, he can tell just by looking at her that something is terribly wrong. There are bags under her eyes and like before there's not a tiny amount of healthy tinge to her skin.

"Not sure wether to tell you the good news or the truth right now." Her voice is just a loud whisper. A frown appears on her face and she looks down momentarily, a sigh escapes her lips and she shake her head a little before looking back up again, this time wearing a big smile on her face.

"I'm pregnant, Harry. You're going to a dad. I...I hope it's a girl, just like you've wanted." She says, the screen going black again. A chill runs down Harry's spine at hearing those words. Stella was pregnant, she was pregnant with his baby!

Harry's breathing rate picks up and he hears his heart thudding loudly in his chest. He feels like the entire room is spinning. The faint chit chat going around him rings in his ears like sirens and his world seems to be crumbling.

A baby. His baby. Their baby. A million thoughts run through Harry's messed up head as he thinks about what happened with it. Maybe Stella ran off because she didn't want a baby? Maybe she had a miscarriage. Maybe she got abortion cause she never really loved Harry?

Harry's eyes are brimming with tears now but he continues to watch, too out of his mind to know what to do.

Her image appears on the screen again and this time she's crying. Sobbing loudly as she sits there. Not saying anything, not looking up into the camera.

"I'm running out of time, Harry. I have no other choice left." She mutters in a small, broken voice.

"Before I met you, before we first slept together, I was a prostitute. I was a whore, sleeping with men just for money. I stopped though, Harry I swear to God I never cheated on you. From the very first day after the club, I didn't have a heart to let other men have me." Stella says, her voice breaking after every two to three words and little sobs escaping her lips.