Pregnant With Your Baby

9. Grow up

"We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we are forced to swim." - R.M. Drake

Harry's pov.

About thirty minutes later we finished having breakfast. None of us said a word, I was honestly scared of what my older sister was going to say. You never know what will come out of her mouth sometimes. To ease my anxiety I rubbed Louis' belly.

"Okay, what do you have to tell us?" I asked pushing my plate to the side, I tapped my fingers on the table waiting for her to speak.

"So do you guys remember the party that we went to two weeks before you left, Harry?" I nodded my head, yes, waiting for her to continue talking.

"Well, I met this guy, Zayn. Some things took place that night if you know what I mean and-"she paused taking a deep breath, "I'm pregnant. I told him and he keeps denying the baby, and I just don't know what to do anymore." I could see the sadness in her eyes when she looked at us.

"I'm going to kill him," I said getting up, grabbing my keys off of the kitchen counter.

"Harry, where are you going," Louis asked with his eyebrows scrunched together.

"I'll be right back, I love you," I responded as I gave him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too," he said returning the hug, giving my hand a tight squeeze as he pulled away.

"Don't worry Gem, I'm going to fix this. I love you, " I reassured her, rubbing her back.

I then headed out the front door. I was headed to Zayn's house. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't absolutely infuriated.

I could never really understand how people could deny their own children, an innocent child. How could you not want to be in your child's life, and watch them grow?

I was so wrapped up in my anger that I didn't even notice that I pulled into his driveway. I got out of my car as quickly as I possibly could, slamming my car door behind me.

As I reached his front door I knocked a few times, impatiently waiting for him to open the door. After about three minutes, he opened the door. Sadly for him, he doesn't even know what's coming.

"Hey, Harry what are you doing-" I cut him off, by punching him in the face.

"What the hell!" He screamed out in pain, "what was that for?" He asked rubbing his face, there will most likely be a bruise there later.

"My sister, Gemma, told me what happened," I said pushing him to the side letting myself into his home.

"We were both so drunk that night," Zayn said sitting across from me still rubbing his red face.

"What does that have to do with anything? My sister is pregnant with your baby. You need to grow up, and take responsibility," he stayed silent looking down at his lap as if he was embarrassed and he should be.

"I'm terrified. I don't know anything about children, I'm honestly not ready to be a father." He finally spoke. I stared at him for a while, debating if I should hit him again.

"There are a lot of times where many people aren't ready to be parents. However the majority of the time they step of to their responsibility," I told him causing him to look up at me.

"Do you think that she will forgive me?" He asked as his eyes got watery.

"I can't answer that, but knowing my sister she probably will forgive you. However, I'm not as forgiving. The next time that you hurt her, things will be worse." I said as I got up heading out the front door.