***Next Day***
I woke up on the couch,alone.I sat up and looked around the room with a confused expression plastered across my face.
"Whats your problem?" Zayn questioned from his seat across the room.
"Nothing." I lied, getting up from the couch.
A sudden wave of nausea washed over me and I covered my mouth as I ran to the nearest bathroom.Just as I got to the toilet, I threw up.
"Drew?Are you alright?" Harry asked crouching beside me.
I shook my head as I felt more food coming up.Harry held my hair back and rubbed circles on my back as I threw my guts up.After a while,I had nothing left to lose and sat back against the wall.I grabbed a towel that was hanging above me and wiped my mouth.
"Feel better now?" Harry asked unsurely.
"I think so." I muttered.
"Come on." Harry said, picking me up from the floor.
He carried me up to my room and set me down softly on the bed.
"So,what was all that about?" Harry questioned.
"Well,I dont know,it could be because Im pregnant!" I snapped.
"Sorry,I forgot." Harry replied, holding his hands up in defense.
"No,Im sorry.I just dont feel too good." I sighed.
"Do you need to..." Harry trailed off, looking towards the bathroom.
"No,Im pretty sure I have nothing left to get rid of." I chuckled.
"Oh,ok." Harry smiled, sitting next to me.
"God I hate this,and its only been two weeks." I groaned, hugging one of Harry's arms which was wrapped around me.
"Im sure itll get better?" Harry said more as a question.
"Wait,what day is is?" I asked ignoring his comment.
"September eleventh I think." Harry stated.
"My birthday is in two days!" I yelled excitedly.
"The thirteenth?" Harry questioned.
"Yes the thirteenth!Ill finally be nineteen!" I smiled.
"Thats Niall's birthday too." Harry replied.
"Oh,yay." I said sarcastically.
"Aw come on you cant hate him that much." Harry chuckled.
"Well I do.Besides,this is his fault." I replied, poking my stomach.
"Whatever.As soon as he's born youll have a totally different opinion." Harry joked.
"How do you know it's a he?" I asked.
"Im just that smart." Harry laughed.
"Oh,sure." I joked, punching his arm.
"Ive got a question." Harry lingered, waiting for a response.
"Go on." I urged.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, rubbing circles on my stomach.
"It doesnt really make a difference,but Id rather a boy." I shrugged.
"Why?" Harry questioned.
"Their easier to handle." I replied simply.
"Oh." Harry mumbled.
"I know it doesnt really matter,but what do you want?" I asked with a small smile.
"A girl." Harry answered quickly.
"But girls are so-"
"Theyre so what?" Harry dared me to continue as a smirk played on his lips.
"So girly!" I finished.
"Well,they are girls." Harry chuckled.
"And they cry a lot more than boys do." I huffed.
"Im sure they dont." Harry smirked.
"Whatever." I sighed.
A few minutes passed before Harry started talking again.
"Be honest,do you even really want him?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Kinda,I mean...I dont know.Ive never really had this kind of responsibility before,and it sorta scares me." I replied truthfully.
"Well if you werent so set on leaving,it wouldnt be fully your responsibility." Harry sighed.
"You know I dont want to go,I have to." I muttered, resting my head on his shoulder.
"No you dont have to,you need to.Its the only way youll feel safe again." Harry replied, hugging me.
"It doesnt really matter what the reason is,Im leaving so that my baby can live in a house that isnt occupied by five guys and have to live without knowing which one is his father." I huffed.
"You could always say that its me.I wouldnt mind." Harry smiled.
"I cant do that,I cant have him living a lie." I replied.
"Alright,I guess you really are leaving then." Harry sighed, looking away.
"Im sorry." I mumbled closing my eyes.
"Its fine." Harry muttered, still not looking at me.
"No its not youre mad." I sighed.
"Im fine,I swear." Harry lied.
"Ok." I mumbled, getting up.
Harry gave me a questioning look but I shook my head and walked out of the room.Just as I closed the door behind myself, someone grabbed me and covered my mouth so that I couldnt scream.
"Keep quiet and follow me." the person whispered, dragging me to an unknown destination.
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She's Not Afraid
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