One Big Journey ~Harry Styles Fan Fiction~

9. During the Pit Stop

Hazel's POV:

I just stared at Harry's face. He pulled the same reaction I did when I had found out. My jaw dropped and I couldn't believe it.

"I'm going to be a father. But, I'm too young." Harry stated, looking at everything but me and running his hands through is hands.

"I'm too young to be a mother." I replied, now catching the attention of everyone but Niall. I have already told Cher. She was there when I first found out.

"Are you going to get an abortion?" Harry asked, finally looking at me. I rose my eyebrows. I couldn't believe he had asked me that. Never in a million years would I think of ever killing a baby.

"No, I'm not killing it. It's a living thing, it didn't do anything." I replied my voice rising in anger. I don't know why, but because Harry asked that, I just got angry.

"You're right. It doesn't deserve to die." Harry agreed. Well, at least he doesn't want to get an abortion.

"What doesn't deserve to die?" Niall asked, completely oblivious to the situation. I didn't know how to answer it, so I just put my hand on my stomach. Niall noticed the action and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Niall, Hazel is pregnant. They were talking about if she should get an abortion." Zayn said, filling Niall in.

"Harry, you got her pregnant! I thought you always used protection!" Niall shouted. Great, now every costumer knows. Well, more like the only four here.

"Not so loud Niall." Liam scolded. Thank you Liam.

"Sorry." Niall said, his voice now lower.

"Are you going to put the baby up for adoption?" Harry asked. I didn't have the answer. I wasn't sure if I was going to or not.

"I don't know." I replied, staring at the carpet.

"Well, if you aren't I want to be in it's life. I want it to grow up with a father." Harry said. I looked up at him, shocked. He has his career to think about. I never thought he would actually say that. I thought he would go on with his life, leaving me alone with the baby he helped create.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, I want to be in my first born's life. I don't want to be the father that runs off leaving the mother stranded." Harry explained.

"Still, your career, you can go." I replied. By this time, the boys and Cher drifted off, knowing that this wasn't a problem that can be handled with some comforting words.

"A life is more important." Harry said, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my stomach.

"Harry," I drifted off. I didn't know what to say or do. My career that I have always wished for is gone. I don't want Harry to stop just because he got me pregnant.

"Harry, continue with your career. I'll handle the baby and you can visit whenever you are in America." I said. Harry looked back up at me.

"Move to London with me. I spend most of my time there. I don't want to be with my child for only like, two days." Harry said. Again, I was in shock. Harry just asked me to move to London with him. He literally asked me to pack my bags and fly across the ocean, just so he can be with the baby.

"That's nice and all, but I can't just get up and leave." I replied, shaking my head.

"I can't get up and leave my baby, and the girl I got pregnant." Harry said.

"You don't understand." I said and it's true, he doesn't. He doesn't understand that I can't just leave America. He doesn't understand. I, also, don't really know him. For God's sake I don't even know is favorite color. Plus, I can't just leave Cher. Not when we just became friends.