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Chapter 13

The month of planning passed fast. Taylor and I got outfits for the concert the week before it. I was wearing a patterned skirt with a black shirt, and Taylor was wearing high-rise shorts and a top that said "love" on it. The morning of the concert we left for the meet and greet.

The drive to the concert was about an hour. Taylor and I rocked out to Midnight Memories, One Direction's 3rd album. We got to the meet and greet waiting spot around 2 PM, giving us at least 2 hours before the meet and greet we were supposed to be last in line for. We sat under a tree, silent. Both of us had no idea what to expect when we were in there.

You know how people said they got butterflies in their stomach when they were nervous? Yeah, I was like that except at least a thousand times worse. I wanted to turn and run away and just never come back, but I couldn't.

I was doing this for my child, not for myself. I wanted my child to be happy before me.

The line slowly moved as the end of the two hours approached. Taylor hopped in the end of the line and I went right behind her. It became tiring to wait in the very back of the line when you knew a famous band was at the other end.

After what seemed like an hour, we got to the front of the line. The only people in the line now were us and security guards, which scared me slightly.

"Hi Louis!" I waved at him and smiled, while Taylor talked to Niall. She was so in love it was funny, she acted like it was 2010 again.

"Hello!" he smiled back at me, grabbed my arm, and proceeded to sign it. I laughed.

I moved down and talked to Niall while Taylor talked to Zayn.

"Hey Niall, still good looking as always." I winked and pointed a little finger gun at him. He laughed at me, but I'm pretty sure I didn't look fully stupid, just somewhat.

I moved down to Zayn next, and noticed Taylor was stopped with the ability to say nothing to the next man in line. I saw his green eyes piercing into mine, and I turned away, butterflies bouncing around my stomach worse than before. He saw me. His eyes, confused and shocked with a furrowed brow, stayed on me as I talked to Zayn.

"Bradford bad boy, what's up?" I said, and I high fived him.

"You know my name!" he laughed.

I moved down to the next boy. The one with the dark locks of curls placed so perfectly on his head. His green eyes looking directly into my brown. His nose perfectly shaped to fit his jawline and facial features. But those lips were what had me hooked. His luscious, beautiful lips that had reached out to mine over a month ago.

"Harry, we need to talk." I said to him. I was stern, but the shake of my voice was easily noticable.

"Well, how nice to see you again." his seductive voice growled at me, his eyes still locked on mine. The voice was the same growl from before.

"Harry, we need to talk." I repeated to him.

"What about?" he asked, less rasp in his voice than there was in the growling tone.

"Could I pull him over there?" I turned around and asked a security guard. Harry nodded to him that it was okay, and I lead him over to a corner. The boys looked confused, but Taylor kept them entertained with her babbling.

"Harry, you remember me, right?" I asked him.

"Of course I do." he answered, putting his arms around my waist. He put his lips on mine and worked his magic again, the magic that made me fall into his trap before. He pushed me hard against a wall and continued his work, if you can even call it work. His tounge slid gently between my lips, more gently than I expected it would due to the crashing of his lips on mine a few seconds before.

His hands moved to my hips, while his own hips started working gently but sensually on mine. I gasped, and I felt him smile. His hips and hands pressed harder onto my own, until I finally freed myself out of his grip. I ducked out from under him and backed up a little.

"Come on, that was fun." he pouted, and I laughed off my nervousness.

I looked over at the boys, all entertained by Taylor still. I could tell with Taylor's movements that something wasn't right, she probably saw a bit of what had just happened with me and Harry.

Harry's hand touched the side of my chin, and he turned my face to his. He licked his top lip slowly, looking at mine, and began to lean in again. I braced his body from falling into mine with my hands on his chest. His perfectly toned chest.

"Harry, can we actually talk now?" I begged. He wasn't letting me talk at all.

"Fine." he pouted, feeling rejected.

"Remember what happened between us about a month ago, at your place?" I asked, I wasn't sure if I even wanted to remember that.

"Oh yeah, that was a great night." he sighed happily, thinking back to then. That scared me a little.

"Harry, I haven't done anything like that for over a year. I'm pregnant." I whimpered.

Harry was obviously shocked by his facial expression. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows were raised, looking directly at my stomach. He shook his head and his perfect curls shook with it. He moved the curls from his face.

"You're trying to tell me I got you pregnant?" he asked, I could hear the anger in his voice.

I nodded, and he only became more angry. I related anger to beatings, so I tensed up, ready to be hit.

"How do you think I got you pregnant? We had only done something once! That's impossible!" he screamed. I was pretty sure everyone still in the room heard what he just yelled.

"Harry I'm not mad or anything, please don't be upset. I just wanted to let you-" he cut me off then.

You know what? I don't believe you. Get some DNA testing or something and if it's really mine, then we can have a little chat about this." he was obviously enraged by this point, but he didn't yell because he knew everyone had heard too.

"I'll let you alone." I said quietly.

"Here's my number, call me if you figure out something." he said more calm than before. He sounded partially intrigued to hear if the baby was his or not. He wrote down his number on a paper he had found on the ground from someone that had met them earlier. I put the paper in my pocket and headed back out to talk to Liam.

Taylor and I exchanged glances at each other, both knowing what we were thinking. I looked at Liam then.

"Did you hear all of that?" I asked him quietly so Harry didn't hear me, even though he was still in the corner.

"Only one part. Good luck with Harry, he's been really angry lately, and nobody knows why other than him I guess." he answered, and reassured me with a smile.

I smiled back and mouthed "thanks" at him. He nodded, and Taylor and I walked out to listen to sound check.

"Guessing that didn't go that easy." she said to me. I looked down, not knowing what to feel.

"Having a child that belongs to one of the most attractive and famous men on Earth isn't easy at all, especially when he doesn't believe it's his." I sighed.

"More work for us." she laughed, and I could barely get out a chuckle.

All the memories flooded back to me of that night. I touched my lips, dazed. It was almost like every time I kissed him, I fell more and more in love. But in love with what? His anger? His sex? That was all I knew of him, so why was I getting attatched?

I sat down in my seats for soundcheck and waited for the 5 boys to come out.