Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve

Carter's POV:

I wake up screaming. My body shoots upward, a cold sweat dripping from my forehead. My hands rest on my stomach, and my lip trembles, threatening to make me begin crying. I look around. The couches sitting around the room. The dark wooden coffee table with the bowl of fake fruit sits in front of me. The remote for the TV lays beside it.

I quietly climb off the couch, my feet hitting the hard floor, and I walk into the dark kitchen. The clock above the microwave reads 3:19. I sigh, leaning on the counter.

"Carter.."

I turn around swiftly at Harry's voice.

He stands in front of me, in a pair of plaid shorts and shirtless.

"H-hey." I stutter.

He smiles softly. "You alright?" He steps closer, causing me to shake.

"Uh, yeah. Just...needed some water." I force a smile. "Gotta keep hydrated."

"Of course." He smiles back. It's obviously forced, as it reach his eyes, and it looks as if he's grimacing. "So, where is it?"

"What?"

"The water." Harry chuckles, before taking three more steps until he's in front of the fridge. He opens it and grabs a water bottle. "Here you go." He hands me the water bottle, the condensation wetting my hands. It slips and falls to the floor. He laughs quietly, before leaning over and picking it up. "Tired?"

"No." I murmur.

He nods. "Want to take a walk on the beach? We need to talk anyways..."

"Okay."

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It takes us about five minutes to reach the actually beach. After failing to find a jacket, Harry just throws his hoodie at me. He takes his hand in mine and leads me out of the house. We walk in silence, hand in hand until we get into the sand.

Barely anyone is out at this time. A few couples sit on blankets, kissing. A few kids play hide and seek with flashlights, shrieking whenever someone finds them. I smile. I hope that'll be me and Harry's child with her friends.

"I guess you know everything."

I look up at Harry. He's still not wearing a shirt, and still wearing his plaid shorts. I shrug. "Basically."

He sighs deeply. "This scares me." He whispers. "Nothing ever scared me, but now everything scares me." He pauses. "Whenever I hit you, that scared me. I was sure that was it. I was going to lose you. I was going to lose the chance to be a father. I was going to lose a chance to be a better person. Carter, you scare the shit out of me. I'm fucking in love with you, you know that? I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He murmurs. "You don't get a damn choice either. If you want to spend it with me or not. I'm not losing you and our baby girl. I'm not losing anyone else. I've already lost my mum." He squeezes my hand. "You have to go home."

I nod.

"But, I'll come see you every weekend. And we'll video chat. And I'll be there for the last few months of your pregnancy."

I shrug. "What does it matter?"

"I don't wanna do this, Carter. You know I don't."

"Then don't."

"I have to."

"Why?"

"Because, I love you, and I love that kid, no matter how many damn problems it's caused me," he laughs softly, "and I am going to be the dad that she's gonna look up to. I'm going to make you so proud, Carter. I'm going to make you so fucking proud, baby."