Rumors [H.S. FANFICTION]

Chapter 8- Fatherhood

I call Harry over and over again to see what happened, but he didn't pick up once. I'm so worried, and scenarios are flashing through my head.

It's been an entire day since he got the call that made him leave unannounced and I'm feeling pretty bad about myself. Why didn't he tell me he was leaving? I would understand.

Maybe I got my hopes up about him for nothing. Maybe he's with another girl, and just didn't want to go through the hassle of telling me.

It's 12:30 and I'm about to leave to pick up Brielle from the airport. I missed her so much, and I'm excited to tell her about Harry, but I'm embarrassed to tell her about him leaving. I want my best friend to like the guy I'm talking to, not despise him.

I dress myself in denim shorts, and a Rolling Stones t-shirt and head to the car. As I let my phone sync to the Bluetooth, I throw my hair up into a messy bun and sit and think for a minute or so. Where did I go wrong? I really hope it wasn't because of me.

On my way to the airport, all I think about is what he's going to say when I see him next. If I see him next. Harry and I shared so many things about our lives with each other. Things that nobody knows, and now he's gone. He hasn't tried once to reach out to me, and that's what makes me worry. One minute he doesn't even want me to take a bath without him by my side, and the next he's leaving me with no trail behind him.

I pull into the airport parking lot just in time to see Brielle walking out in her black summer dress. She waves frantically and runs to the car. When she opens the door, she bolts over the center armrest and embraces me in a way-too-tight hug.

"CONNIE!" She squeals.

"Hi Bri! I'm so happy you're back. I have a lot to tell you," I say excitedly, but then realize that some of the things I need to tell her aren't all fun and bouncy.

"Sleep over at my place and we can talk all about your guy. I'm so happy for you!" She says and kisses my cheek. "Let's go home, I'm exhausted."

On our way back, I begin to talk about the bonfire, but Brielle is asleep after my first three sentences. She really is exhausted. I begin to imagine all the squealing I'm going to hear coming from the small little body she has when I tell her what happened between Harry and I. I don't even want to think of how angry she'll be when I reveal that he left my apartment.

When we get back to our apartment complex, I park and lightly shake Brielle's shoulder.

"Wake up sleeping beauty," I giggle.

Brielle yawns and stretches out her long, skinny arms. "That drive was short," she says and rubs her makeupless eyes.

I open the back seat door and help her with her luggage. When we get to her apartment, she plops onto the couch and falls asleep.

Looks like it's a good time for me to apply to some jobs online.
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Harry's POV:

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket as soon as I make my seductive remark to Connie, and I look at my phone screen. I recognize the number.

It's Trisha.

I rush outside and Connie follows me.

"You okay?" She asks in her most gracious voice. I wave my hand to shoo her away and feel awful while doing it.

Connie goes inside and I answer the call.

"Hello?" I say in a low, calm voice.

"Harry, we need to talk. Now."

"Trisha, we are done. Don't contact me again," I sternly say.

She begins to cry and I'm not sure what to do. Before I can hang up Trisha says, "I'm pregnant."

No fucking way...

My heart begins to race and I need to leave. I can't be around Connie right now.

"Where are you?" I ask Trisha.

"Meet me at the coffee shop on 3rd," she says and hangs up.

I dart to my car and begin to drive. My thoughts are scrambled. Connie will hate me, I can't take care of a baby, I don't love Trisha, and I don't want to be with her.

Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?

I pound my fists against my steering wheel and hold back the burning tears in my eyes.

Dear god, please don't let me be a father yet. I'm not ready.. I begin to silently pray.

When I arrive at the coffee shop, Trisha is sitting at a table. She looks more... full.

"Hi," she smiles.

"How are you okay, Trisha?" I feel like I'm going to vomit.

"I'm three months," she says and lifts her shirt slightly to show her very small bump.

No.

No.

No.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me before now?" I angrily sit in the chair across from her. I am livid. 

"I tried to, but you blocked me and changed your number. I had to call your mother and tell her that it was an emergency," she admits.

Trisha is crazy and manipulative. It can't be my baby.

"It can't be mine Trisha," I say and avoid looking into her eyes.

"Harry, it has to be yours," she says.

"You're a fucking liar. You cheated on me. There are probably 10 possibilities of who the father is, and it isn't me. I have a girlfriend... sort of... and I'm happy. You are not allowed to just swoop in and ruin my life," I rudely state and check my phone. Connie has called 4 times.

"I need help," Trisha says and looks down at her feet.
 
"I'm not giving you money. It isn't my baby," I say.

This can't be possible. I used condoms every time we had sex. Every time.

"I got kicked out of my dorm, Harry," she says embarrassed. "I just need somewhere to sleep."

Hell fucking no.