Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

49.) No More Us pt.2

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"Are you ever going to tell him?" Eleanor's voice was soft as she sat beside you, her eyes focused on the swell beneath your shirt.

7 months. It had been 7 months since you walked out that night and you hadn't seen Harry since. It broke your heart to walk out of the house you called home, out of the life of the man you loved, and out of the future you once pictured with him. 7 months. He'd tried to come back to you after you left, but you shut him out every time. He'd tried to call and ask for your forgiveness, but you would delete the voicemails.

7 months. Your body had been nurturing the life inside you. You watched as the swell grew little by little every day knowing your baby was closer to being in your arms.

A little girl. You couldn't help but break into tears when the doctor broke the news to you. He always wanted a little girl, but now you didn't think you'd be able to let him be a part of her life. Not after that night.

"No," you mumbled, your hand subconsciously falling over the large bump. You'd been living with Niall ever since you left and when you tried to move out, he promised it was no big deal for you to stay. You made him, along with the rest of the boys, swear that they wouldn't tell Harry about the pregnancy. You avoided him at all costs; whenever they'd pile into the house, Niall would let you know in advance so you could avoid him.

"Doesn't he deserve to know?" Her voice got quieter as she watched your hand rub soft circles against the swell. "He's her father after all."

"I don't want to talk about it, El," you clenched your jaw and kept your eyes focused on the television in front of you.

"I'm sorry. I just feel like he should be there for you and for the baby. I mean, he can support you financially and I know he messed up but maybe he's cha-"

"Stop! You have no idea what he put me through! He did this to himself! No, he doesn't deserve to know because I can't be with him anymore," you took a breath, watching as her eyes widened. "I...I should get some sleep."

She nodded, getting up from beside you and reaching for her coat. "I, uh, I guess I'll see you soon."

"Yeah. See you soon."

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He wished he could take that night back every day of his life. 7 months had passed and he hated himself every night ever since. He hadn't talked or seen you since you walked out of the front door. He kept the ring on the bedside table hoping that he'd wake up in the morning to find you walking out of the bathroom with your messy wet hair and in one of his shirts just like you used to, afraid you'd drop the ring down the faucet so you left it beside him only for it to be put back on once you were out.

Instead, he woke up in the large bed beside the cold spot you once claimed although you'd end up on top of him when morning rolled around but he never dared to tell you; it was his favorite part of the morning. He sat at the kitchen island eating breakfast alone instead of you standing between his legs and stealing bits off his plate. He went through the day wishing he could call you and ask if you needed him to pick anything up on his way home. He wished he would walk into the house to have dinner waiting for him on the kitchen table with you snuggled into one of his jumpers because you missed him. He went to bed wishing for nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, your lips pressed against his neck as he trailed his fingers up and down your back.

But it was all over and done with now. He let you go the night he never though he'd be capable of doing, the night he let his future slip between his fingers, the night he made everyone hate him.