Chapter 6: Day Six
Tara’s POV
-Four weeks later-
I sat in the living room of the tour bus. The boys went shopping and they left me alone. “What to do, Tara…. What to do.” I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Zayn made me a PB&J sandwich with potato chips. I wolfed it down like I hadn’t eaten in weeks, which wasn’t true. That was a bit strange though. My eating habits were outrageous, my period was late by a month, and I was sick most of the time.
I texted Bella:
To: B
Something’s wrong with me. I’m eating like a pig, my . is late, and I’m always sick. Any clue????
From: B
Take a P-test. Might explain the answer.
To: B
K. Gotta find the nearest drugstore. We’re in Chicago. <3
I grabbed my wallet and walked off the bus. I told the driver that I was gonna be back in 5 minutes. I found the drugstore pretty easy. I grabbed a pregnancy test and bought.
I took the test as soon as I got back to the bus. The boys still weren’t there so I still had time. I waited for a while like I was supposed to. Please be negative…. I thought. It beeped and I looked at the result. The result made my face go pale and my blood run cold.
It was…..
Harry’s POV
I walked onto the bus and yelled, “Tara, love! We’re back! Tara?” She wasn’t where we left her. Then I noticed a package on the table. A pregnancy test? I ran to the bathroom and opened the door. Tara was sitting on the floor, slowly rocking herself. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked, worried. Tara held out a small white test. I took it and looked at the result. It was positive. “Tara, baby. I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this. It’s fine. We’re going to be parents, so what? What’s the big deal?” She yelled, “You’re fucking famous, Harry! That’s the big deal! I’m afraid that you wouldn’t get to spend much time with your son or daughter since you have to go on tour so much. I’m afraid you might leave me alone with our child.” I pulled her into my chest, softly stroking her hair. “Shh, don’t say that, Tara. I would never leave. I told you that. I’m sure Paul would understand. Simon might, too. I’m happy I’m the father of your child. You wanted that, right? You wanted me to be the dad. Tara, this is the start of our future together. I love you so much. We’re going to raise this baby together. We’ll do it. Together. We stick together. No matter what.”
Tara and I walked into the living room. The boys were gathered around the table, their faces full of worry. “Is everything alright, Harry?” Liam asked. I nodded. I wanted to tell them, but I wasn’t sure if Tara wanted to. She nodded as if reading my thoughts. I sighed and said, “Guys…. Tara and I are pregnant.” Their faces explained everything. “WHAT?!” Liam roared, “Especially during tour?! Now of all times?! Harry, why?!” I argued, “It was accidental! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to fuck Tara in my dressing room! I wasn’t thinking that I could get her pregnant. I’m sorry.” Tears rimmed my eyes. Tara wiped them away. “They just don’t understand, Harry. They don’t have someone they love so much.” Niall argued, “That’s a lie! I love Becca as much as Harry loves you!” I stared at him. Tara growled, “Are you saying that you were screwing around with my best friend?!” Niall shook his head vigorously. “No! That’s not what I meant! I swear I would never do that to Becca. She’s too nice for that to happen to her!” Tara ran off to our room and slammed the door. “Look what you did, Niall. You pissed her off,” I said, shaking my head.
I followed Tara and opened the door. Tara was sitting on the floor with a knife pressed to her wrist. I smacked the knife out of her hand and she looked up at me, her eyes watery. “Don’t do this to yourself, baby. Please, don’t. Why? It doesn’t matter what they say. They wouldn’t know about us. I was jealous of them before I met you. They had more fans than me, but now that I have a girl who’s perfect for me, they want one too. But I won’t let them ruin my love for you.” She hugged me tightly. I said, “Don’t ever do that, please. What if you actually killed yourself and you left me? How do you think I would feel? I wouldn’t be able to go concerts, face the boys, or even eat. I would jump off a bridge for you because I would want to be with you forever.”
Tara cried herself to sleep again, except it wasn’t at night. We were curled up on the bed. I stroked her hair softly, trying to keep her asleep. Liam walked in and said, “Dinner’s ready, Hazza. Is she feeling okay? I heard you two yelling.” He sat at the other end of the bed and patted my leg. “Yeah, we’re okay. I’ll be out in a minute. Save some for Tara, please. She’s having those y’know eating fits.” He nodded and left the room.
Tara shifted a little and pressed herself more into my side. “Mum….. Dad…” she said in her sleep. Mum? Dad? All of a sudden she was crying. “I can’t believe it…. They’re gone…. Drew is gone…. Orion… Alex…. They’re gone too….. My family is gone…..” she sobbed. “Harry…. Liam… Niall…. Louis….. Zayn….. they’re the only family I have left….. Harry…. He loves me so much….. If only I could love him that much…..” I whispered to her, though I doubt she heard me, “You love me just as much I love you.”
I got up and walked out of the room. Tara was still asleep and I wanted her sleep for a little while longer. The boys looked up at me and Louis asked, “Is she okay?” I nodded. “She’s fine. She’s just asleep right now.” Liam said, “So I’m guessing, Harry, that Tara’s a month pregnant. It’s been four weeks since y’know…. Um, uh….” I looked at Liam and said, “I guess so. But she didn’t find out until today. I wonder why she never told us….. about what was going on with her. I bet Niall noticed about her eating habits.” Niall agreed, “I have, truthfully. She ate more than me!!!!!” Zayn looked at me and said, “Girls don’t normally like telling their BOYFRIENDS that they’re pregnant.” “So what if I’m her boyfriend? I’m still the father of her baby. That doesn’t change at all. Y’know, I have plans of marrying Tara. So that I don’t lose to some soulless jerk that would only rape her and beat her.” Liam nodded. “Harry does have a point, Zayn,” he said, “All of us would want the best for Tara if we were her boyfriends. Trust me.” The others nodded and Louis asked, “But who’s going to take her to doctor’s appointments? We’re traveling around the U.S. for the next 2 days. We have two more concerts left.” “That’s the thing, Boobear. We have two days left of our tour. When we get back home, we’ll figure it out then, okay?” Louis nodded.
Tara walked out into the living room, rubbing her eyes. “Harreh?” I looked over my shoulder at her and smiled. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I got up and hugged her gently. “How’d you sleep?” I asked. She grumbled, “Horribly. I was having flashbacks of when my parents died.” I stroked her hair and said, “It’s okay…. I promise you that it’s okay.” Tara looked at Zayn and then looked away. I brought her over to the couch and sat down with her in my lap. She rested her head on my shoulder and I rubbed her arm gently. “Harreh….” “Yeah, baby?” “What’s for dinner?” Liam chuckled and said, “Soup. Just for you. Niall made that chicken and dumpling soup you always eat at Olive Garden.” She smiled brightly. “Yay!” I said, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you smile. What happened?” She looked into my eyes. “A lot of stuff.”
“You’re right. Again.”
