Strong | The Back For You Series | A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

At Fault

"Liam...move that." Louis points at the car seat in the middle of the living room. Madi shakes in my grip a little, ready to cry. "Liam." Louis says sternly again. Liam gets up and takes it to the basement as I pull Madi up the steps. When I looked over in the corner I saw the shower gifts I'd gotten. Suddenly I became angrier then I was before.

"I'll be right back." I sit her down in the bed and walk down the steps. The boys stare at me as I leave with tears in my eyes. I pull the golf bag from the garage and go to my rental car. "Dammit!" I scream and hit the rear view mirror right off. "It's my entire fault!" Tear cascade down my face as glass flies everywhere. "Stupid! Bullshit!" I slam the club into the windows, leaving giant holes.

"Harry! What the hell are you doing?!"  I hear Madi's voice behind me, but just continue to swing. When I hit the metal of the hood, my club snaps. I throw the club and grab another one, just to continue. Madi grabs it from me on my back swing.  "Harry, drop it." My knuckles turn white and I let it go. I fall into pile of sharp broken glass and just cry. 

"I'm so sorry!" I plead to her. "I'm so sorry I can't give you a baby that loves me enough to live with us!  I'm sorry I left! I'm sorry!" I rock back and forth in the pile of glass. She grabs me by the shirt and pulls me up. The blood from the cuts immediately soaks into her shirt. "I love you...so much.." She wraps her arms around me. "I want her...please..."

"I know... I do to. Let's clean you up." She says and pulls me into the bathroom. I continue to sniffle as she picks glass out of my body. I'll have scars from this all over. "I love you too...now you get upstairs." She gestures me up the steps and I nod. I begin packing my suitcase again, I was ready to get back to London. I look down at a little pink teddy bear I picked up at the airport. It was embroidered with her original name. I tossed it to Madi and she smiles. "That's cute Har, a car seat charm." She kisses me.

"I think I'm done." I say and zip up the bag. "We shouldn't have got drunk that night." I shake my head. It was the night of Zayn's birthday. We got totally hammered and conceived our baby on a pool table in our basement. "I wouldn't have got you pregnant." I say and look down.

"You didn't want a baby?" She says, getting defensive.

"We wouldn't have to be in this situation." I say as she storms down the stairs. "God dammit."

"What happened?! What the hell?!" Niall yells at me as I come down the steps. "What did you do to her?! I'm tired of seeing her cry! Because of you! You get down there and apologize!" He yells.

"I didn't do anything!" I yell back and grip the basement door. "Babe I didn't mean it like that. I just hate seeing you upset. I hate how you cry over the simplest things." I pull her in tighter. "Don't be mad, please. I'm Sorry." I say and kiss her.

"Why would I be mad? I killed our baby." She looks away.

"You did no such thing. Don't blame yourself... Now let's get to bed, we're going home tomorrow.

"Don't ever make her cry again." Niall says at the top of the stairs and I snap.

"Would you shut up!? It's not like you're in love with her!" I yell back.