In Love With My Bandmate (IN PROGRESS)

Surprise!

This is going to be a really short chapter since I am working on something exciting. Sorry! Enjoy. xo

Louis' Point Of View

"Harry didn't tell you? I was pregnant with his baby for a while." Taylor says ,surprised. My mind is confused. I am confused. Why didn't Harry tell me?

"How..long has he..known?" I croak. There must be a good reason for why he didn't tell me. I mean he just became my boyfriend five minutes ago.

"A few days." Taylor replies. Am I becoming blind or is that a smirk on her face? I can't take it anymore. I rush out of her hospital room and just run. I faintly hear Harry calling out my name but I don't care.

I see a men's bathroom and rush inside. I don't know why I am running or who I am running from but my brain is telling me to run. I look nice and hard at myself in the dirty mirror.

Do I really want to be in a relationship with Harry?

Who am I kidding, of course I do. What the hell am I thinking? Somebody enters the bathroom and I immediately know who it is. Dammit, there are times like this when I wish that I was dating a girl.

"Louis. Why the fuck were you running? You are in a fucking hospital." Harry gasps, out of breath. That boy may have a good body but he sucks at being physical.

"Why didn't you tell me that Taylor was pregnant? With your baby?!" These words sound so unreal. I feel like I am in a soap opera.

Harry opens his mouth to say something but he closes it again. "I didn't really think that it would matter." he says after a while.

Am I fucking dreaming?

"How can it not bloody matter! Your ex was pregnant with your baby and now it doesn't exist anymore! You couldn't have mentioned that to your goddamn boyfriend?" I shout, running my hands through my hair.

"You've only been my boyfriend for five minutes, Louis. Don't get ahead of yourself." Harry says sharply.

I fight my tears back. I am not going to cry in front of a fucking dickhead.

"Ex boyfriend."

I walk out of the bathroom and towards Taylor's hospital room. Do not cry, Louis. I spot Niall playing on his phone. He looks up when he hears my footsteps.

"What happened, man? You rushed out of there like you had seen a ghost or something!" he exclaims. I am going to let Harry explain.

"Nothing. I am going back to my hotel. Bye." I say without any emotions and leave him, not waiting for his reaction. I call a taxi and get in.

"Where to, mate?" the irritatingly jolly man asks. That's a good question. If I go back to the hotel, I'll probably run into Harry. But where else can I go? My mom lives in Doncaster but she's on holiday with her boyfri..partner.

I sigh and tell him the hotel's address.I am going to have to get my stuff anyway. When I get in the hotel I practically run up to my room and gather my stuff. I still have no idea where I am going. There aren't many people I know in England since I am always in USA.

The only British artists I know are Adele and Ed. Ed! I know where he lives so I call another taxi and go to his house. He lives in a beautiful red brick house in Halifax.

I knock on the door and a familiar face opens the door.

Eleanor.