CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN:
I make it home, my face still wet from tears. I immediately go in the bathroom and get a cloth and wipe my face with cold water. I look in the reflection and see smeared mascara and bloodshot eyes.
My eyes make their way down to my stomach. I hold my hand over it... there's something inside of me right this very second. I pull my shirt up and look at the reflection. I barely look bloated. You can't even tell.
I close my eyes and start to get upset with myself. How could I have not realize I missed my period? I didn't even notice.
I rub my stomach trying to fully comprehend the situation. How am I even going to tell Harry? What if it's not his?
I try to do the math of how long I've been pregnant and how long ago I've had sex with Harry.. and Liam. As I start to think it was about the same time, not too much of a difference... I really just don't know. If I'm exactly a month, it's a good strong possibility that it's Harry's... but if I'm a little over, then it could be Liam's.
I pull my shirt down and sigh in frustration. I wish I stayed at the doctor's. Maybe she could've told me the exact date that I got pregnant, or the exact number of days that I've been pregnant.
Maybe it's a good thing I don't know. I don't know if I could live with myself if this is Liam's kid... how would Harry react? He would definitely not want to stay with me, for sure. I mean, why would he?
Maybe I don't even have to tell him. Maybe I should just get an abortion. I don't even think I'm ready to be a mom yet. If it's Liam's, I'm not going to have Harry... just a dead beat dad who's in jail. I'm going to be completely alone... maybe I just shouldn't even have it.
I instantly hate myself for that thought. I refuse to get an abortion.
This child is innocent, no matter who the dad is. I have to keep it, no doubt about it.
My heart races and I'm going through every emotion as possible.
The phone rings interrupting my thoughts. I look down to see it's Harry. My heart drops and I throw the phone down beside the sink. I can't answer it.
I just stare at it until I see it stops and then a text message pops up.
Hey, answer me back so I know you're safe. Eleanor said she hasn't heard from you and it's making me nervous. Please call me back asap!
I wait a few minutes and text him back.
Sorry, I missed your call. I just got home and I'm fine.
I reply back to him with a short response, and then my phone quickly lights back up again.
Don't scare me like that again! lol
I read his message, but don't reply. Just as I'm about to put my phone away, it lights up again.
Meet me at the Bijou theater at six. Just text me when you're on your way and I'll meet you out back. Love you and have a good day! Xx
I smile at his text, but it quickly fades. I don't know how long I can hide this from him.. if I don't tell him, he's going to find out eventually.
I look at the clock and see that I have a couple hours before I need to leave.
I go to the living room and just sit in silence. A flashback from the night of the tour bus hits me like lightning as I place my hand on my stomach.
