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5 - Someone's Grumpy..

"So, I told you about Harry, I told him that you didn't actually cheat on him, and I apologized, and you couldnt spare me and tell me that my mother was planning to marry him?" she says through gritted teeth.

I swallow.

Amber and I were both seated outside of a café in downtown San Francisco. She's wearing a light jacket, although it was June and skinny jeans, that didn't seem to fit her as well since 2 months ago.

"I couldn't tell you.." I whisper unable to even speak. I had cried so much these past 6 hours and I was sure I was all cried out.

"Hm," she chuckles taking a sip of her coffee and scrolling through her phone.

"How far along are you?" she asks me without making eye contact.

"9 days," I say.

Her ice cold blue eyes finally meet mine and her eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

"How do you know so early?" she asks, shocked.

"I was supposed to get my period 3 days ago, and I havent missed one since I was 14," I exclaim.

Amber nods, although the overall shock of my words doesn't seem to leave her eyes.

I swallow again and bite my lip.

"Please...don't tell anyone before I tell Harry face to face," I say, pleading.

"I won't, if you'll do me one favor," she says.

"Anything," I say much too quickly.

Amber puts down her phone and rubs her eyes.

"Take me to England with you, I want to talk to my mother, and I know that if i try to call her she wont answer or want to see me, but I want to give her no choice but to talk to me," Amber says.

I swallow for what felt like the thousandth time today. I couldn't just take her to England. It wouldn't work. Harry is already highly pissed at me.

And to bring Amber into the situation would stir the pot even more.

"So..?" she asks.

I sigh.

"Something else," I finally say.

Her eyebrows scrunch together in anger and she picks her phone back up.

She begins to type incredibly quickly, pausing for a few moments and then continuing.

"What are you doing?" I ask, completely scared out of my mind at this point.

"Tweeting that you're pregnant to my 500,000 followers," she says, a condescending smile playing at her lips.

"Please don't-"

Amber faces her phone towards me, before she clicks the blue button to indicate that she tweeted it.

I didn't know it then, but that little tweet would ruin my entire life.

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"So you go to America, completely ditch my security, and then tell Amber you're pregnant before you tell me, and she proceeds to tell the entire world?!" he screams.

I was back in Buckingham palace now. Seated at the end of a large table. Harry sitting at the head, me sitting at the other end, and Harry's mother pacing around the room.

My trip back home did not go as smoothly and efficient as i wanted or even imagined.

It ended off with me being followed by paparazzi and getting mobbed.

It wasn't pleasant. At all.

But I remain silent, tears brimming at my eyes, and my hands shaking.

The past 24 hours have been incredibly scary and unnerving.

"So you're not going to say anything?! You seemed to have enough to say to Amb-"

"Harry that's enough," his mother cuts in.

He glares at her for a moment before regaining his posture.

I turn to face him for the first time since he started screaming me.

He's already looking at me, angrily.

He's mumbling something inaudibly.

"I .. I need a moment," I finally say before shifting out of my seat and walking to the incredibly large TV room.

I hear feet behind me and groan. He was here again to pick a fight.

Surprisingly I find Gemma. Her hair is blue now, shorter.

She gives me a small smile and seats next to me. She picks up the remote and flips through the tv channels and then finally settles on something thats in Spanish.

"I'm sorry.. About Harry, he's under a lot of pressure, but underneath all of that he's really excited you're pregnant," she says finally, breaking the silence.

I try to blink away the tears and clear my throat.

"How do you know that?" I ask turning to face her, I could tell my face was blotchy and snot was running down my nose.

"Because.. He's Harry, Harry loves children, he's just scared of what the British public will think of him and you. Already you're a skeptical since you're American, and then you have no experience, and now everyone found out you're pregnant through twitter, and not through a national announcement."

I begin to understand more and more.

I wipe the tears from my eyes.

"I don't think I can do this," I finally say, my voice cracking.

"Do what?" she asks me.

"This," I say gesturing around the room and to my stomach.

"I got an abortion," I lie.

Gemma gasps and grabs me by the shoulder.

"No you did not!" she yells her eyes searching in mine.

I keep my eyes solemn, saying I got an abortion would be the only way I could get a break from this, atleast for a little while. This would surely push Harry over the edge.

Gemma sighs and leaves the room.

I wipe the never ending tears with my sleeve and continue to watch the characters argue at eachother through a different language.

Harry walks in a few moments later.

"Gemma says you got an abortion, and I.. She better just be trying to wind me up Paris," he says.

I swallow and try to mentally stop the tears.

"She's not lying.. Right after Amber tweeted that, I needed to make sure that she was lying, I can't do it Harry, I'm only 18," I say slowly.

His jaw is doing something I didn't think was possible. His eyes look almost unrecognizable, dark, scary.

"I'm sorry.." I say to try and somewhat calm him down.

"Shove that sorry up your ass," he snarls as he leaves the room.
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