Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Fifty One

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hear Niall say to someone at the front door. I can't help but feel like it's Harry, though I have no idea what he's doing here. He was here only recently and things clearly didn't go well. Didn't he understand from our texts that I'm done with him? 

I walk out quietly, and see Harry at the door, looking terrible. "I just wanted to drop off some of Alexa's stuff that I still had." Hearing him say that sends pains through my chest. He's getting rid of me.. Not that I should care. I walk over to them, and grab the bag. "Thank you." I look up at Niall, who looks incredibly mad, and I say something that I might regret. "Do you mind giving us a couple minutes, Niall?" He nods, and walks away from the door, and I head out to the hallway with Harry.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask him. "Doing what?" I roll my eyes, "Why are you coming here? I know you didn't come here purely to drop off my stuff. What's your motive?" He sighs, "I just wanted to see you before I leave." What is he talking about? "Before you leave? Where are you going?" He shrugs, "Back home, I guess. There's nothing for me in America." I nod, "Nothing for you. Not even your child?" He looks up at me, "Alexa, I'm trying to give you your freedom." He can't be serious. "If I'm gone, you won't have any chance of messing things up with Niall."

"I don't need you to give me my freedom! I am a grown woman, and I don't need you to hide from me to protect my relationship!" I yell at him. I take a deep breath to calm myself down, "I am happy, Harry. Can't you just accept that?" He shakes his head, "No, I can't. Because I don't know how you can go through everything that we went through, and come out the other side as if nothing happened. I figure, that if I'm not here, I'll be able to somehow accept that we're not together, because I'll just be able to blame it on the distance. But as long as I'm here, in the same town as you, I can't be happy." I nod, "Right, so this is all about you being happy? As long as you're happy, it's all okay. It doesn't matter, that we're going to have a child together, and you're going to miss out on seeing them grow up, as long as you are happy."

"It's not like that, Alexa-" I cut him off. "Yes it is, Harry. It is like that." He looks down at his phone, "I have to go, my flight leaves tonight." I smirk, "You're a fucking joke. You are so weak, Harry. I almost thought that you were changing and becoming slightly mature, but I was so, so wrong. You're running away because things aren't going your way. Whenever anything isn't good for you, you just leave." Why am I even wasting my time with him right now. "You know what, Harry? I'm done." 

"What do you mean you're done?" He asks, frowning at me as if I'm stupid. "I'm done with you! You're so up and down, Harry and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of fighting with you. I shouldn't have to do this! Things are over between us and I was hoping that we were both mature enough to be parents of our child, but clearly one of us isn't ready for that kind of commitment. So I'm done. If you want to go, then go." 

"So know you're going to guilt trip me?" He has got to be kidding me. "I'm not guilt tripping you, Harry! For god sake just get the fuck out of here! If you are literally that unstable that you can't even stay in the same fucking country as me, then maybe you should leave. Maybe you don't deserve to be apart of your daughters life. I hope she never meets you, Harry."

"Daughter?" He asks, and I see his whole expression change, as he looks like he's about to cry. "Yes. Daughter. I found out last week." He frowns, "Why didn't you tell me?" I shrug, "You weren't really giving off the impression that you cared about your child." He shakes his head, "A daughter need her dad." Now he finally gets it. I knew that when he found out it was a girl it would hit a string with him. "Yeah, she does. But I do not want my daughter growing up with a father who runs away from his problems, and can't be there for the people that care about him the most." A tear rolls down his cheek, "Alexa, whatever happens, can you please just promise me that you won't tell her what a terrible person I am. Please? If you want me to stay, I'll stay and if you want me to go, I'll go, just please don't let her grow up thinking badly of me." 

"I don't care, Harry. I'm so over fighting, so just do what you want to do, but please just be there when she's born. After that you can stay or you can go, I don't care. I'll make sure she think you're a great man." 

"Yeah, I'll be there." He gives me a hug, which is strange, and then gets in the elevator. As much as I can't stand to be around Harry right now, I know that when I'm in the delivery room, I'm going to need him there. To be honest, no matter what kind of state we're in, he's always going to be the person that knows me better than anyone, and if I'm going to get through the delivery, it's going to be by him being right there with me.