Unstoppable// Harry Styles au

Chapter 33

It's been three weeks since our first doctors appointment for the baby and three wonderful months of being pregnant. I already have a small bump and Harry and I have been looking at cribs and stuff. I've gotten a lot more excited about this baby and the family I get to have. Harry was even more excited than I was, surprising me.

Today we had all of the boys over that was helping us find Steve and having a party, well what you call sitting around drinking beer and playing FIFA. There was like 30 people in my small, yet big, apartment. Most of the boys brought girls they met or brought over from England. It's crazy to see how many people care for your safety. It made me feel bad but as long as I'm safe, I'm not complaining.

"Hey Addie, do you have anymore beer," Louis asked, pulling my attention away from the TV.

"We should," I said getting up and walking over to the fridge. I opened it to find no beer or really, nothing except for some milk left in the jug. "I'll have to run to the store." I turned to Louis.

"Oh you don't have to. I will go get some," he started towards the elevator.

"Louis, you don't have to. You've done so much for me. Let me do this one thing for you." I slipped on my shoes.

"Let's just go together then," he suggested. I nodded my head and grabbed my purse, going over to Harry to tell him what I was doing. He pecked my lips and got back to the game. I walked over to Louis and we went into the elevator, going down on to the lobby and getting out.

"Where is the nearest store," Louis asked, walking out of the building.

"It's a couple blocks down," I said, continuing to walk down the sidewalk, among the crowd of people.

"Wait, you're only 19, right?"

"Yeah, almost 20."

"Have you bought alcohol before here," he asked, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"No. Where are you going with this?"

"You can't buy alcohol unless you are 21 years old in America."

"Really?" I had no idea to be honest. I never brushed up on the laws of America before moving here.

"I'll buy the alcohol," he laughed.

"Hey don't laugh at me. I didn't know." I pushed him away.

"Who doesn't know about it?" He kept laughing.

I shook my head and laughed with him, seeing the store a block away.

"So what made you want to help me," I asked, sparking up a conversation. I haven't known Louis that long and the only thing he really knew about me was that Steve was hunting me down to kill me.

"I have a huge hatred for Steve. He's a pain in my ass and I would do anything to hurt or even kill him." Wasn't expecting an answer like that.

"What has he done to you?"

"He's held me at gun point for not doing one match. He's also beaten me, or his men who are ridiculously huge, over not paying my dues. He's fucking crazy," he explained, clenching his fist.

"That's not even close to what he's done to me," I mumbled, trying not to get sympathy but knowing I was going to get it.

"What made him hate you so much," Louis asked, ignoring what I said. Thank god. I didn't feel like explaining the worst part of my life to him today.

"I think it's because I look so much like my mother and he despised the hell out of her. He loved her in the beginning, buying her anything she ever wanted and giving me everything I asked for. Then he started hating her, calling her names. It got to the point where he would beat her for just saying hello to him. I don't know what made him snap but it was hell for us. Especially my mom. That's why she left. It was too much for her."