Don't Leave Me Here (Harry Styles x Cher Lloyd x Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 11: Cher

Cher

When we got home, I zombie-walked to my room, sobbing and whimpering Louis’ name. “He’s gonna kill me. He’s gonna kill me. He’s gonna kill me. Louis. Louis. Louis. Stay.” I murmured like a madman.

“Cher, calm down. Do you want me to call him?” She asked.

I sprang to life. “YES! YES! CALL HIM! CALL HIM NOW!!!” I shouted.

She reached her phone in her pocket and dialed a number. I assumed that it was Louis’. Then she handed it over and mouthed, It’s ringing.

I put the phone against my ear and walked upstairs to my room and when I was halfway up the stairs, Louis answered the phone.

“Hello?” He asked sleepily. “Katie?”

“Louis? Louis, its Cher.” I said, walking in my bedroom and closing the door.

“Cher, why are you calling so early?” He yawned.

“Early? It’s four in the afternoon!” I said, sitting on my bed.

“Not for me. It’s two in the morning here. What do you want?” He asked in a mean way.

I was surprised by his tone but I ignored it and said, “Look, I need you to listen and listen carefully. Don’t judge too soon, okay love?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Louis…” I took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

There was silence at the other end of the line and I figured that he was processing a ton. I didn’t even hear his shallow breathing. I said nothing for the past two minutes while he processed what was going on. Finally, I got worried and said, “Louis, are you still there, love?”

He exhaled and I realized that he had been holding his breath. “Yeah. So… I’ll call you later. I have to go. Bye.”

“Okay, hon. Bye, I love you.” I said as he put down the phone.

I collapsed on the bed and sobbed. He wasn’t happy about it and that was pretty obvious. Was he mad? Sad? Depressed? Did he hate me now? Whatever the answer was, it wasn’t good.

I wonder what were the thoughts going on in his mind right now. What will he do when he sees me again? How will his band mates react when they hear about this? Will Louis ever forgive me? Will he break up with me?

The thought made me feel like my heart had been squished, trampled on, rolled over, sat on, thrown out, zapped, crashed, burnt, frozen, electrocuted, punched by a prized-fighter, pierced, blown away, drowned, died, hammered, shattered and broken into pieces.

No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Could he?

I pulled my hair furiously and my hand pulled away with a handful of my hair. I slapped myself and said, “Stupid, stupid, stupid, fucked up Cher!”

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself but failing at it. Then, my phone rang. I checked to see who was calling and it was Harry.

“Harry?” I asked.

“CHER?! What happened? Are you okay?” He asked frantically.

“Oh Harry!” I sobbed while I was on the phone.

“Don’t cry, Cher. Look, I’ll be home in three days. I don’t care if I’ll mess up my schedule or anything. I’ll be there for you. Don’t worry.” He said.

“No, no, Harry. You need to stay there. You can’t cancel your tour!” I said but deep inside, I wanted someone to come over here and comfort me.