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

Chapter 12: Cher

Cher

I doubled over the toilet.

I tried to stop it, to control it but it just kept going until the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Katie said, letting go of my hair and running to the door. When she opened it I heard her scream, “Styles? What are you doing here?”

Harry’s answer was, “I need to see if Cher’s okay. Where is she?”

“She’s in the loo, vomiting.” She said glumly.

I heard the sound of footsteps getting louder and louder until Harry appeared in the doorway. He gasped, knelt down, held my hair back and patted my back as I let the contents of my stomach spill.

“Throw it all up, Cher. It’s alright. I’ll take care of you.” He comforted.

I let it all out until my stomach was completely empty.

“There, there.”

I lifted my head from the toilet bowl and Harry smiled at me. “Hey.” He said nonchalantly.

I stretched my lips a little bit but I wouldn’t call it a smile.

I stood up and it strained my legs a little. I went over to the sink. Harry said, “I’ll wait for you outside, okay?”

I nodded and brushed my teeth thrice, used mouthwash thrice and checked by breath.

When I went out the loo, Harry was there. I ran straight to his arms and cried my heart out.

“What happened to you?” He asked, rubbing my back.

“I-I’m pregnant, Harry. With Louis’ child.” I sobbed.

He kept silent.

“No, not again. Don’t do that. Please, Harry.” I begged.

“Do what?” He looked into my eyes.

“Don’t give me the silent treatment.”

“I’m not giving you the silent treatment. Don’t worry.” He thought for a while. “Wait, what do you mean by ‘not again’?”

I shook my head.

“Cher, tell me.” He pleaded.

“It’s just…” I hesitated. “When I broke the news to Louis… he didn’t talk to me. He started ignoring my every text, my every call, all of my messages. And I don’t want it to happen again.” I said, burying my face to his chest.

He sighed and wrapped an arm around me. “Let’s take this conversation upstairs.”

I could barely walk but when I did, it hurt my every muscle so Harry carried me bridal style considering my body was petite.

When we entered my room, he set me down on the bed and put a comforter around me. I lied down to rest my stomach.

When he finished he sat beside me and said, “I would never do that to you. You should know that.” He said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“How… how’s Louis? Is he here?” I asked.

“No. It’s just me.” I heard a pang of jealousy in his tone. “Simon agreed to suspend the tour for a while to give us some rest. The lads stayed there cause they had things to attend to.”

“Like the fridge?” I asked, referring to Niall.

He chuckled. “Maybe. You know how Niall gets sometimes.”

“What about Louis?”

“He… he stayed. I asked him if he wanted to come with me and he said, ‘I have things to do.’ I said, ‘But Cher’s life is at risk!’ He said, ‘I’ll come if I’m needed.’”

I sighed unhappily. “I can’t believe him. He did that?”

“Yeah. Then he shoved me out of his room, locked the door and he didn’t come out for tea time... dinner.” He said, caressing my forehead.

“Oh Louis. I wish you were here right now.”

He just stayed there, looking into my chocolate eyes while I looked at his light emerald ones. “You’re so beautiful.”

The three words made me cry.

“What happened? Did I hurt you? Is anything hurting?” His hand moved to my neck to check the temperature.

“No, no. It’s just… the last person to tell me that was Louis and that was when we were about to… you know… have… it.”

He nodded his head. “I understand.”

I shivered. “I’m cold.”

He added another sheet of blanket over my comforter but when he checked my temperature, I was burning hot. “Do you have any thermometers around here?” He asked me, looking around.

“On the bedside table to your right. Check the second drawer. I probably have one in there.” I said.

He knelt down to the bedside table and opened the second compartment. He pulled out a box, opened it and in it was a thermometer.

“Here, stick this under your tongue and tell me when it beeps.” He instructed while picking up the box from which the thermometer came from and playing with it.

I put the thinner side with the metal under my tongue and waited for two minutes until it made a small, annoying beep.

“I’ll get it.” Harry said, putting the box down and withdrawing the medical stick from under my tongue.

He stared at it in disbelief.