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Chapter 14

One, two, three, four of them came out. Harry was missing. Liam walked up in the direction I was sitting gestured for me to come to the stage. I followed his actions and walked up. Liam looked scared and leaned down to my ear so only I could hear what he had to say.

"Harry doesn't want to do the show, he's confused with this whole thing going on between you two, I think you're really the only one that can help him." he whispered into my ear. I nodded, and suddenly I was terrified.

"Can I just go back there?" I asked, looking for a way out of the conversation.

"Tell them Liam sent you." he winked and smiled at me. Liam was one of the kindest people I had ever met, I could already tell. I only met him today but he genuinely wanted Harry to be happy, which somehow even made me happy. I smiled back at him and turned to where the boys came out. I had a new found courage that Liam had put inside be just from those five words.

I started walking into the room, looking back and forth, side to side for Harry. I continued walking, not seeing anyone but a bodyguard or two. If bodyguards were here, Harry had to be somewhere close. I got to the meet and greet table again and I saw a chair pulled away from the table, in a corner, holding a beautiful hunk of curls on top of it. I walked up to him, knelt down next to him, and he looked away, ashamed for me to see him like this. I looked directly at him and began fishing for the right words.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I know how hard it is to understand, trust me, I do." I said, running out of words already. He looked over at me and kept his eyes locked with mine, making it at least ten times harder to think about what to say froom seeing his tear stricken cheeks. I put a hand on his back and carefully stroked it in slow motions, up and down, trying to calm him. It must have helped a little, because after about thirty seconds he started to talk.

"I can't believe it honestly, I'm disappointed in myself, disappointed that I did this to you if the child even is mine." Harry said. I had never seen this side of Harry before. His sweet, caring side. He felt bad he had put me through this, even though he had been furious minutes before.

"Harry, it's okay. Look, I'll get the DNA tested after the concert, in a few days. If it does come up as our baby, we will talk about it." I tried to calm him in the most true way possible, the way he wanted it done when he was angry.

He smiled at me, tears with trails falling down his face. I wiped them away, and hugged him in his sitting position.

"It will all be okay, I promise. No matter how it works out, I'll make it okay." he said. He sounded like he truly cared and wanted this to work out for both of us.

Something in Harry had switched. When I met him, he was a rough and tough man who only wanted a girl for her body. Now, after knowing about his possible child on the way, he had softened up. Anyone could see it in him. He had always wanted a daughter, and the ability of him possibly having one warmed his heart, so did the thought of a baby boy. I could see it in his tear-filled eyes.

"Now go out there and do the show!" I cheered him on. He picked up a microphone and walked out to soundcheck, obviously nervous to see what the fans had to say about him not coming out and the tears lining his eyes. I followed him out to see what felt like one hundred eyes staring at me.