Smooth Criminal - Styles - Completed

Chapter 29

As we leave the court I feel the small amount of food I’ve eaten in the last week come all the way up. Fortunately there’s a trashcan standing two steps away from me. It’s quite embarressing that I’m vomiting in public, but I don’t really care at the moment. I hear loud footsteps nearing me and feel someone hold my hair as I cry and vomit at the same time. When I turn around I’m surprised to see Harry instead of my parents, who I thought would be standing behind me.

I try to walk away from him, but he gently pulls me back by my wrist. This whole court stuff is stressing me out. I can’t bear to hear everyone tell the same story over and over. And I most certainly can’t bear to hear Harry talk about me as if I’m just a part of the plan. Like nothing happened between us. He lied to everyone when he said we’ve never shared a kiss. And when they brought up us sleeping in the same bed, he said that I was scared, which was true. But he also said that I didn’t like to sleep alone, which isn’t true at all.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He barely whispers, knowing everyone standing here is trying to hear our conversation. I pull back my hand and cross my arms over my chest, declining to look him in the eyes. ‘’Vicky, can you just please listen to me? I don’t want this to be our goodbye. And I don’t want you leave me, like you did in that fucking hospital.’’ His hand is now on my forearm and I mentally lap myself for not shrugging his hand off of me. But I just can’t.

‘’I couldn’t tell them about us, it would fuck up the whole case. I would be caring too much about you and they would use that against us.’’     

‘’There is no ‘us’, Harry. Not between you and me, and not in this case.’’ I snap at him, finally getting his hand off my arm. ‘’You know there is Vicky, you can’t keep denying it.’’     

‘’I’m not the one denying it, you were. And I’m just leaving it behind, all of this and that includes you.’’ I finally look at him and see his sad face. It’s so stupid of me to feel bad for him right now. ‘’Just get your stuff out of my house and leave me alone.’’ I walk to my parents and Mike, who are probably waiting for me. ‘’Can we leave?’’ I mumble, already walking away. I had already vomited in court, when Liam was speaking about everything that happened in that cage. He disgusts me to no end.

Once back home I put on something comfortable and get in bed, like I’ve been doing since we got back home. My father knocks on my door and doesn’t bother to wait for a response. My parents don’t live together anymore, and Mike is leaving in a week.

‘’I’ve got something for you.’’ He speaks, showing what he had kept behind his back. A fucking pregnancy test. Of course I had thought about it since I’ve been vomiting for like, two weeks now. But I kept hoping it was just the stress.

‘’It’s okay, we all know what happened.’’ Of course everyone knows, the whole fucking world knows since it was on the news for three days or something. ‘’I’ll wait here.’’

Harry

‘’What are you doing here?’’ Mike asks me, leaning against the doorframe. ‘’Getting my stuff.’’ I mumble. ‘’Don’t get anywhere near Vicky’s room.’’ He snaps at me before letting me in. I follow him upstairs and wait for him to unlock the room. Would Vicky have been in here since she got back? I put all my stuff in my bags and carry them to the hallway. Of course Mike doesn’t help me even though he sees how fucking heavy this shit is.

When we’re standing in the hallway we both hear Vicky cry and Mike immediately runs to her bedroom. Should I follow him? No, I can’t. But I want to. I drop my bags to the floor and go to Vicky’s room. She’s being hold in her father’s arms and he holds something in his hands. A fucking pregnancy test.

Before I know it, I’m being punched right in the face by Mike and my nose is bleeding. Vicky and her father both look at me and Vicky starts to cry even harder. ‘’It wasn’t me!’’ I tell Mike before he punches me again. That will be a black fucking eye. ‘’But you brought her into this shit!’’ He yells at me, trying to punch me again.

‘’Get out! Both of you!’’ Her father yells. Mike immediately throws me out of the house and I’m standing in front of their house for at least ten minutes before I leave. She’s pregnant from fucking Julio. If he wasn’t in jail right now I would’ve fucking killed him. 

I'm so sorry for the bad chapter but I had such a writers block.