I'm Pregnant with Harry Styles' Baby?!

Not As Bad as I Thought

Bethany's POV.
My head felt like it was filled cotton wool and had been hit multiple times with a baseball bat. I groaned weakly as I came to. I don't know where I am but suprisingly I'm on a springy mattress that creaked every time I moved. As my eyes cracked open, the pain in my head intensified but I need to know where I am. I manage to move my head from facing the wall on my right to the left. I jump in suprise when I see a black figure sitting in a chair across the room. As if they could feel my eyes on them , they quickly stood up while grasping a thick, black bar and made their way over to me. As the got closer, they lifted the bar over their head and began to bring it down. I raised my arms above my own head in a weak attempt to protect myself.

"Please! Don't do this! I- I'm pregnant!" I hoarsely plead while trying to brace myself for the impact.

Silence. I slowly lowered my arms and looked towards the figure. They stood still with the bar in their hands. I cautiously raised my eyes up to their face. I gasped when I saw who it was. The woman who basically ruined my life and had caused so many problems. It was Abigail. My arms dropped to my sides as felt my eyes narrow in confusion.
"What did you say?" She spoke in a voice that was low and shaky. I could see the fear in her eyes.
"I'm pregnant." I repeated and she walked back over to the chair and suprisingly put her head in her hands. She sat like that for a few minutes and then she sat back.
"Is it his?" She asked, her cold composure returning almost completely. I only nodded in reply. She sighed.
" I want him. He made me feel like he wanted me, something that I've never felt before. I came to your house to try and talk him into leaving you. I know how bad that sounds, trust me but I haven't been able to think about anything else but him since he left me. But then I saw you and I knew what would happen if you saw me, so without even thinking I pushed you down the stairs. I am sorry and I don't want to do this but it's the only thing I can do, Bethany. They're all out looking for you."
I was surprised when I heard what she gave as an explanation. We stayed quiet for a few minutes while I thought. Mine and Harry's relationship is never, ever gong to be what it was and I knew that. No matter how desperately I wished we could go back to the way it was, I know that it won't. Before I was sick, I had decided that I was going to leave. Right now, I have the perfect opportunity to leave and I have no doubt that Abigail will help if I asked. All I want is a safe life for my babies and it's already been so dangerous and stressful for them.

I knew what I had to do.
"I'll leave, if you'll help me." I say quietly.
Her head snapped up, "What?"
"I was going to leave anyways, but then I got sick and had to go to the hospital, so I couldn't. But I knew that it's what's best for my babies and that's all I care about. So if you can help me, I'll leave without a trace and you can like help Harry get over me."

She looked at me incredulously, " Are you being serious?"
"Yes. But I'll need your help."
She enthusiastically nodded her head.
" What do you need?" She asked.
" Well first I'm going to need to take a shower and I'll need some clean clothes if that's alright."
"Oh, right. Come with me." She stood and waited for me. I moved around and sat up; groaning in pain as I did. Abigail walked over and helped me stand up.
" I really am sorry about hurting you. I didn't want to. D- Do you know if the baby is okay?" She seemed scared about the fact that she could have hurt my babies.
" One of them was kicking earlier, so one is. But I think the other one is aswell."
" Oh, it's twins?"
I nodded as we reached the opened bathroom.
"I'll leave clothes outside."

About an hour later, I was sitting on the bed I was in earlier booking a train to Edinburgh for tomorrow. I had already found a small, cheap two bedroom apartment that I called about and the landlord said it's mine if I want it. So I'll pick up the keys when I arrive tomorrow. Abigail has left to but me clothes and a bottle of hair dye so that I can't be recognised.
I decided I'm going just going to go by Tara Collins from now on since Tara is my middle name. After I confirm that everything is booked for 10 am tomorrow the door opens and in walks Abigail, barely visible under the mountains of bags she is holding. She drops them all and leaves again. This time she walks in with a big suitcase and a carry case.
" So I bought everything that I could think you would need and I got a credit card in your name aswell and I put £2,000 on it because that's all I can really afford to give, sorry. Thank you so much for doing this for me."
" It's not just for you, but your welcome. Thank you for everything though, you're what's going to give my children a normal life. " I say putting the laptop aside.

We spent the rest of the evening and night packing all of my new stuff. Abigail also helped me dye my hair and we decided to cut it aswell, so I now have short, dark brown hair that rests just above my shoulder. I went to bed after setting my alarm on the the spare phone Abigail had. It's an old iPhone 4 but I'm not complaining. I fall asleep knowing that my babies are going to be okay and have a good life even without their dad. But I've accepted that that's the price I have to pay.