Broken Promises (A One Direction Story) {Book 4}

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Robbie POV

I stretched in bed, extending my arms out and hearing my bones crack which made me relax. I rolled over and began to play with Gracie's hair but something was wrong. Gracie's hair wasn't this short or this thick. The girl in the bed turned over and i knew then that it wasn't Gracie. I backed up, knowing then that i had messed up. I had slept with this girl that i'm not even married to. 

I began to panic; every thought process going through my head. Gracie would kill me if her father didn't get to me first. I had to get out of here. But first, i would have to call Gracie to tell her before word gets out to the public. The girl was still asleep so slipping out wouldn't be a problem. I grabbed my clothes and ran quietly out of the room, reaching to get my phone out of my pants pocket. I quickly dialed Gracie's number but never got a reply. 

I managed to get my clothes on before looking out the front window, seeing that there were people waiting for me outside with cameras. I took my phone and tried calling Aria which she answered on the second ring.

"Robbie? Do you know what time it is here?"

"I'm sorry to call you Aria, but do you know where Gracie is?"

I hear her sigh on the other end of the phone.

"She didn't tell you," she said as more of a statement and not a question.

"Tell me what?"

"Gracie went into treatment. She's not allowed to have much contact with us right now but they keep us updated."

"And where's Rachel?"

"She's been staying with us. Is everything okay?"

"I... I screwed up Aria, really bad. I needed to tell her before word got out. I want her to hear it from me."

"I hope you don't mind me asking but what did you do?"

I panicked but i knew i had to tell someone, someone who would be able to clear it up. 

"I... I got drugged last night and I..."

I choked on the words. How would i be able to say this? Why couldn't i just stay in my hotel room like i had planned?

"I woke up in someone's bed last night."

The line went dead.

Harry POV

Rachel was running around the house playing with her dolls; her two pigtails flopping around as she played. She reminded me so much of Gracie that it made me feel some type of way.  

My phone then began to ring on the table in front of me. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was the treatment center where Gracie was staying at. 

"Hello?"

"Mr. Styles?"

"This is him."

"It's Bonnie, one of the nurses watching Gracie."

This call was kind of scaring me.

"Okay... what can i do for you?"

"It says in my file that Gracie is married and has a daughter. Is that correct?"

"Yeah."

"Well does the husband know that she's in here?"

I scratched my head.

"I was gonna let her tell him. No one here told him anything."

"And the daughter?"

"I'm watching her since Robbie is on tour."

"Well we came into a problem when we were giving Gracie her medicine."

"What kind of problem?"

My heart began to race. What was going on?

"Well by the test we gave her, Gracie is 4 months pregnant."

The world then began to stop spinning around me. I couldn't hear Rachel playing with her toys anymore; the only thing i could hear was my heart beating and a distant voice on the other end of the phone. Gracie pregnant? That couldn't be. She's not ready for another one and she's in no state to even take care of Rachel let alone herself. How will she be able to do this on her own? She can't, she won't. 

"Mr. Styles? Are you still there?"

I cleared my throat. 

"Yes, I'm still here."

"So what should we do here?"

"Does Gracie know?"

"Yes."

I ran my hand through my hair.

"Continue with treatment. She'll have to do it without medicine."

"I don't think that's gonna help-"

"You're not gonna kill the baby. That's not an option. She wants treatment so you're gonna give it to her. Just without the medicine. Understand?"

"Yes Mr. Styles.'

"Good. Keep me updated on her progress, hers and the baby's."

"Yes Mr. Styles."

"Thank you."

I hung up after that. Gracie pregnant? This couldn't be happening. I looked over at Rachel, her face looking worried but still cute at the same time. She cocked her head to the side and stared at me, confused. 

"it's alright Rachel," I said as i picked her up and she snuggled her head into the crook of my neck. 

"It's all going to be alright."