I Need You Now

Chapter 12

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The Wanted boy waited for the One Direction lad to arrive. Wringing his hands, he was happpy that his girl was out tonight and silently prayed that she would get drunk so her friends would take her to their house. He didn't know why the other boy was driving while he was in this state of mind. He sat down on his counch and tried to keep his eye open, but they were being to get heavy when the door bell rang. He stretched and opened the door, wide enough for the other boy to come in.

"What's wrong?" the Wanted boy said, genuiely concerned for the other boy, who took a place on the couch. He closed his door and sat down next to the boy. His face was still wet with tears.

"Hey," he said, finally making eye contact with the crying boy. "What happened?"

"The baby," the other boy scrunched his face in confusion.

"Why, we can do nothing. Its dead." he whispered softly.

"But i wanted it."

"Look Harry, you can't just take someone else's baby. That kidnapping." Siva said leaning back in the couch.

"I didn't want to steal it," Harry rolled his eyes and shifted away from his ex. "I wanted the ability to get pregnant, that's the reason why i broke up eith you." New tears were fresh on his face. "You always wanted a family, a big one and you wanted one to look like you. You always say that on interviews."  Siva froze, interpreting the new information thrown at him.

"What?" Siva said standing up after a moment. "Do you think surrogates don't do their jobs or why are adoption agencies for?" Siva exclaimed. "And we were dating for less than a year. Between work and the hate- i mean other things. I didn't really think of that. We both were not ready about coming out." Harry stood up to , wiping away his tears.

"Of course, you weren't Nareesha was still in your arms when you were dating me."

"We were on a break, considering we had a big fight."

"So i was your rebound. Like i dont have emotions. I'm not a toy that you can play with and toss away when you're done."

"But you're notorious for doing that to women soo," Harry froze and stared at him.

"You're a fucking asshole."

"Because I was acting like you. You believe i dont have feelings like I'm some actual bad boy whodoesn't care." Siva took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, we could have talked. We could have made it through."

"So you're saying its my fault." Siva just shook his head, picking something up form the table.

"No apparently it my fault for not being able to read fucking hieroglyphs. And its my fault for this." Siva tossed the magazine beofre sitting back down.

"You got engaged." he whispered softly. "So you are actually in love with her." he whispered as a child.

"Yes i am, and i did lie. She wasn't my beard, but i just wanted to try if i was acutally gay and I know I'm not so," Siva faded shrugging, not wanting to look in Harry's sad eyes, so he decided looking at the black tv was better.

"So you used me." Harry'sv oice quivering. "Even after telling me you loved me after we had sex. You used me." A tear dropping form his left eye.

"No i didn-"

"I at least deserve to know the truth."

"Fine, I used you but it was a few months." Harry dropped the magazine. "I still ove you, but as a friend." Haryr shook his head.

"I can't deal with this right now." he turned toward the door.

"But Harry, please make sure Nareesha and my boys dont know about this." Harry looked behind. "About our fling."

"What fling?" Siva left out a soft sigh and put on a little smile. 

"Thanks." Harry opned the door and walked to his car, feeling worse than when he first came.

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