ENDLESS

"You can't keep Harry and I apart."

Today is the day I'm meeting that mysterious voice at the X-Factor studio. I wore my high low pink and grey maxi dress with white leggings and my thong sandals.

I got out of my car and stood outside the door, too nervous to enter. I finally gained the confidence to enter, thinking about the sleeping, vulnerable Harry that I left this morning. I entered and saw a note with my name on it reading:

Gabbi, 

go backstage to meet me. 

-anonymous

I walk backstage to see that it is very dark. The lights suddenly turn on and nothing is in the room. In walks Simon Cowell.

"Oh hey. Someone asked me to meet them here?" I said sounding more like a question.

"Yes. I called." he chuckled. 

"So.... what's going on?" I asked nervously.  

"I heard about the baby and I don't think its a good idea for you and Harry to remain a thing." I says. 

"Why? I love Harry and Harry loves me. Why can't we be together? We've been together for so long. " 

"That's just it. You've been together for so long. Therefore ruining Harry's image as 'the flirt' of the group. He can't have this baby. He's much too young and has a career to look forward to." he explains.

"So, you're gonna make me have an abortion or something? " 

"No. I'm sending you away from Harry. Anywhere you wanna go. You can raise the baby on your own and you will be getting child support care money. I'll pay you $5,000 a week and make sure you have a nice place." 

"So basically you're paying me to stay away from Harry?" 

"Exactly. You can't keep contact and you have to stay as far away from each other as possible." 

"I wont do it." I said folding my arms.

"Oh yes, you will. If you really love Harry, you'll do this for him and his career. "

"But Harry wants this baby. He wants to spend our lives together. " I snap at him.

"Harry's just a kid. He doesn't know what he wants. He doesn't have what it takes to raise a kid when he still is one." he rolls his eyes and I begin to fum.

"Harry knows much more than you, asshole!" I angrily yell.

"Listen, you only have a few days to leave. So whatever this is you two have together, needs to be broken off. " he says and I begin to think. This is for Harry's career. His dream. He's worked so hard for this. I can't ruin it now. As much as it hurts us both, I have to.

"How will I tell him about this?" 

"You  can't. When he's gone, just pick up and leave. Nothing more." This guy really doesn't understand what I'm trying to get to here, does he? 

"You can't keep Harry and I apart. We love each other." 

He laughed hysterically. "Harry nor you know what the hell love really is." he chuckles.

A tear slips my eye at the thought of leaving Harry. It bothered me to no extent.  

"So I have no choice do I?" I asked quietly.

"Nope." he sighs popping the p.

My thoughts are crowded and I feel like I'm either gonna throw up of faint. Probably both. I don't have a choice so I'm gonna have to suck it up and leave no matter how much it hurts. 

"Fine." I sigh while wipping my tears. 

"Where do you wanna go?" he asks. I thought for a sec then decided.

"Paris." its an amazing place. Harry and I have talked about going there many times. Its the city of love. We always dreamt of going there and sharing a kiss at the top of the Eiffel tower. He promised that one day we would, but now that I'm agreeing to leave him, it will never happen.

"You have three days to pack your stuff and get out of there without Harry knowing." he says walking away.

I quickly run to my car and cry my eyes out before driving to the nearest McDonald's so I would have a reason to be out without Harry knowing.

Harry's POV 

I woke up and Gabbi was no where in sight. I called up all the guys and girls but no one has heard from her. I begin to freak out, thinking about all the horrible things that could be happening to her right now. I pace back and forth through the living room while vigorously running my fingers through my brown curls.

I begin to pray:

"Dear God,  

please please please-" I was cut off by the opening of the door and my beautiful pregnant girlfriend walking through.

"Where were you? I was worried sick!" I yelled happily while squeezing her in a hug. Her eyes are very dark and she looks as if she's been crying. After a few seconds of staring into my worried eyes, she breaks down into tears and sobs.

I wrap my arms around her fragile frame and rock her back and forth in my arms, while cooing reassuring words into her ear. After maybe about ten minutes of this, her crying stops. I look down at her and she is fast asleep in my arms.

I carry her to bed. Tucking her in and leaving the room quietly.

What the hell happened?