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10 - Lives Change, So Do Hearts

3 months later..

I was now in my second trimester, and life was starting to get a little bit more uncomfortable as each week flew by. Niall slept over almost every night, except for the nights where he had work. But otherwise Niall was very very present.

"Want a cheese toastie?" he asks as I sit down on the couch.

I nod my head and begin to rub my stomach, a habit I had picked up from watching far too many pregnancy movies, and going to my weekly birthing classes.

Suddenly a rap comes through the door and I get up to go and get it. It was almost midnight so whoever was here, either had no sense of time, or just did not care at all.

I open the door, and there stands the last person I ever thought that I would see.

Wearing a velvet striped sweater, a chocolate colored coat, black skinny jeans, and black boots.

Harry.

There he was. He was here, Harry was here.

I was wearing a particularly huge sweater, and a blanket was wrapped around me, as the colder months approached us. So I don't think that he knew that I was pregnant.

"Paris.." he says right before he embraces me, he's warm and smells like smoke and chanel no.5. 

"Wow that is one huge jacket," he says giving me a small smile.

I fear that Niall will come out at any moment so I close the door behind me.

Harry eyes me suspiciously before he drops his eyes, he looked different, more refreshed, he looked like the 17 year old boy I once knew. His eyes were greener, his smile wider.

"Can we talk?" he asks me.

"Why?" I ask.

Everything was going so well, and I was starting to get used to the idea of Harry never calling or never showing up. I was starting to get used to the idea of having the baby, and having Niall around and slowly breaking the news to him about me. But by then Niall would have already been too deep so there would be no way he would break up with me.

He's already been so understanding about the pregnancy.

"I know.. I know I didn't call for a few months-"

"Five, you didn't call for five months Harry," I say sharply.

He walks closer to me and I don't move. His eyes meet mine, and I suddenly feel everything that i've ever felt for this man since I met him. The butterflies, the happiness, the awestruck. I felt it again, and it was warm and welcoming, and easy.

"I am so sorry, okay? And you have to believe me when I say that. When you got the abortion I felt so angry, and confused and I just hated you. And I needed you to be away so I can realize how much that we have been through. How I can't live without you.. And I mean this Paris, I can't live without you. The first day, when you were gone, I tried everything in my power not to call. And then I just ended up showing up here and knocked, and no one answered so I just took that as a sign that I should wait a little longer. And as each day turned into weeks It got easier. And then I just missed you, so so much. And you have every right to be mad at me, and i won't hold you to anything, but all I want to do is have you in my arms again," he says, his eyes glossed over.

"I never got the abortion," I finally say.

Harry chuckles and wipes a tear before it can come out.

"I'm being serious," I say taking off my coat.

Harry stares down at my stomach. He looks back and forth from my stomach to my face.

"Then why.. how.. how .. how did you.. why?" he stutters.