Harry's POV
Its two days later when I find myself at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. I gave up on calling Alex, she is not answering. I gave up on grilling Oliver or Avery for information, they aren't saying anything. Are they so oblivious to how much this is killing me?
The day she left France, I ended up drinking out until midnight and Jean had to come and get me from the bar. I passed out onto the table, my phone in my hand, dialing Alex.
I thought about tweeting something so she could see it but she is not big on social media even if she has a Instagram followed by thousands of people now. I kept checking it to see if she posted anything but its like earth split open and she fell down the cracks.
I googled her over and over and all I could get was her pics crying in the Calais - Dunkerque Airport. There were no pictures of her in New York or anywhere else. I literally lost her.
Now, its ten in the morning and I'm wasted, the ring she gave me is on my finger, my feet up on the railings of my hotel room balcony, drinking my days away. The pain is unbearable otherwise.
I put the empty bottle down onto the floor to keep myself from breaking it when my phone starts ringing. Almost falling off my chair, I grab my phone from the table and open it without looking who it is.
"Alex, oh my god, Alex?!" I yell into the receiver, so convinced in my head that she could be the only one calling me at this point.
"This is Jace." I hear and my blood freezes, very drunk, I lift the phone and realize an unknown number is calling me. I grip my phone harder as I press it against my ear again
"This is not the time asshole. Go fuck yourself." I say, about to hang up when he stops me. How does he have my number anyway?
"No, Harry this is about Alex." He says and I realize he is either running or is breathless. I hear weird footsteps and it freaks me out.
"Is... Is she okay?" I ask and my voice slurs.
"Are you drunk?" He picks it up.
"Just answer the question dick head." I bark back, my lower voice helping me be more intimidating.
"No, she passed out." He says when I jump to my feet. So many things go through my head at the same time. So thats how he has my number...she is with him?
"Is she with you? What happened? What did you do?" I yell as I loose my balance so I grip the railing not to fall to the floor.
"Yes, she is with me now. I don't know if she is okay." Jace says which makes me grip the railing so hard, my knuckles turn white and I hear the blood thumping in my ears. She has been...with Jace?
My drunk thoughts run wild, images of him touching her come to my mind and I contemplate whether or not I should just throw myself down this balcony this moment or find Jace and throw him off here.
"We were riding horses and she just fainted." Jace says when I hear the horse neigh in the background. I need to think and save my baby girl right now.
"How long has she been out?" I ask, Jace is panicking and thats not the best thing for Alex at the moment.
"A minute, I don't know. Harry, she is pregnant." Jace blurts and I loose my grip on the railing and fall to the floor. Pregnant?
The air in my lungs tense and I feel as if they turned into water. A baby?
"Whose-" my voice gets stuck in my throat. I'm on the balcony but there is no air left here.
"Its yours of course, what kind of question is that?!" He yells back.
Lex is pregnant? She is pregnant with my child? I'm going to be a father?
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