Percy's POV
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"C'mon!" I cried.
"No! We're over Percy! Go back to that gay boytoy of yours! You care about him more than me!" He yelled.
"No! List-"
"Shut the fuck up you bitch!" And all of a sudden I had a red hand print on my cheek. He slapped me.
I look up.
"Fine! Get the hell out!" I screamed. He threw his bag over his shoulder and slammed the door. I fell to the ground with tears pouring out of my eyes. I looked at the TV to see pictures of Harry crying. My heart broke. His eyes were red and the bright green eyes I used to know were dull grey eyes. Not one spot of green left.
"What's wrong with me god!" I screamed.
"Turns out Harry has been so depressed he is now turning to alcohol to 'solve' his problems! Do you agree?" My mouth dropped. My Hazza! Turning to alcohol!? I got up, wiped my tears, grabbed my car keys and went to the damn bar.
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I opened the bar doors to smell alcohol, smoke, and sex. Gross. My eyes searched for a curl haired boy but not finding him. Then my eyes spot him. He was playing with the beer bottle alone. I sighed and walked over.
"May I sit down?" I asked. He didn't even look up. Or do anything.
I sighed and sat down next to him.
He look up and over at me.
"Hi." I say.
"Hey." Ge looks back at the beer bottle.
"Please stop it." I beg. He chuckles.
"When did you care."
"Never stopped."
"Because you never did." He says looking at me.
I rolled my eyes at his bull shit. I stood up.
"C'mon." I say. He looked at me.
"No-"
"Look! I've had enough today so if I were you I'd get the fuck up and into my god damn car." I snap. His eyes widen. He nodded and grabbed onto me.
"Help me." He whispered to me. I looked at him.
"Always."
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I opened my door with Harry's arms on my shoulder. I guided him up the stairs into my room. I laid him on the bed.
"I'll be right back. Stay." I say. He nodded and laid down.
I walked down the stairs to make some coffee. Soon enough it went off and I poured to cups. I walked back up the wooden stairs into my room to see Harry holding a frame. He looked up at me. His eyes had more green in them.
"You have this picture?" He showed me the picture of me and him on the beach. That was the night I fell head over heels for him. I nodded.
"Its my favorite picture." I say. I handed him is cup which he took and he set the fram down.
"I have that same picture." He says.
"Awesome." I say sipping off of my coffee.
"Where's your boyfriend?" He asked looking at his cup.
"Hopefully burning in hell." He laughed.
"We broke up actually." I say. He looked at me.
"Sorry Percy." He kissed my temple.
"Its fine. He was an asshole anyway." I say looking down at my mug.
"You know you can do way better than him. He is seriously a dumb ass for letting you go." He says. I look up at him to meet the same green eyes I fell for. Only one strip of grey in them. I bit my lip.
"Thanks. You always know how to make me feel better." I say. He shrugged.
"What are friends for right?" He smiles. I smiled back.
"True." I say.
Then after that it was just silent. We both took sips from our mugs. Then I felt the kick. My eyes widened. Shit!
"Um, Haz, can I, um... I'll be right back!" I set my cup down and run down the wooden stairs into the kitchen. I take deep breaths. I need to tell him. But I can't! He'll leave me! No! Harry is very understanding! I doubt about him becoming a fucking father at 20! Dammit Percy! Just relax and walk up those wooden stairs, into that room and tell him. He will understand. If he truly loves you!
After my little 'pep talk' I walked up stairs to see Harry confused.
"A-are you okay?" He asked. I took a deep breath.
"Um Harry..." I say. He nodded.
"What's up?" He smiled.
"Do believe that pigeons have feelings?" I'm a fucking idiot. He laughed.
"Who knows. Maybe, maybe not. The world will never know." He chuckled. I smiled along.
"Breaking news! Styles hooking up with Percy again?" Our heads snap to the direction of the TV.
"Here are some pictures of a drunk Harry and a Percy leaving the bar down in London. They went back to her place and doing who knows what! Let us know what you think!" I swear I almost broke my mug from my anger. I could feel it cracking beneath my fingers. I look at Harry to see a huge smirk on his face.
"What?" I asked.
"This a load of bull shit." He laughs.
"They know you'd never get back together with me! So this is a load of bull shit!" My heart slowly ripped as he said that.
"I never said that." I say. He chuckled.
"But its true."
"No its not." I say. He rose an eye brow.
"Then why did you break up with me?"
"A classified reason."
"I think I should know."
"Haz."
"C'mon! I gave you everything! You don't love me!"
"That's a fucking lie Harry!"
"Then why did you leave me!?"
"Because I'm fucking pregnant and I knew I was gonna get kicked out one way or a fucking other! You're fucking famous and 20! I know you wouldn't want to be a father! So I lied and left for you!" I yelled. His eyes were wide.
"Y-you're, Pregnant?" He stuttered. I nodded.
"Yep! With your kid Harry!" I say.
He just looked at me. I looked back at him. His eyes left my eyes and fell on to my stomach.
"How old?" He asked.
"3 months."
"Boy or girl?"
"I'll find out at my next check up. Which is actually tomorrow." I say. He looked at me. He walked passed me.
"Where are ya going?" I asked.
"For a walk. See you later babe." And just like that he left. What the fuck Harry!
