Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall for one another, but there's a catch. In order to be together, the two must keep their relationship a secret because of Y/N's job as a journalist. But will the secret relationship be too much for them or will Y/N ha...
Harry was now finished with his tour and he'd be flying home soon. You were excited about seeing him again after being a few weeks apart, but you were still uneasy about everything. You still hadn't told your Mother or Jess about the fact that you may not be able to have kids or everything that happened while you were away. You had been out shopping for Jess' baby shower and seeing all the things sitting in your flat made you start thinking about things you shouldn't really be thinking about.
When Jess found out she was pregnant, Harry had thought it was you because he saw the test in your bathroom trash bin. You two had fought about it because he thought you were hiding it from him when you had no clue he had seen it, therefore, you had no chance to explain to him the truth until he had already yelled at you. That whole ordeal did bring up the conversation about wanting kids and while Harry was nowhere near ready to have them currently, he did mention about how he would want to have kids of his own someday.
The more time you spent with Jess recently the more you began wondering about all of that. You knew if it came down to it, adoption would be an option for you to be a mother, but you started thinking about Harry. Knowing him he'd love to adopt, but you didn't want to be the reason he had to do that. Of course, you and Harry had only been dating for a short time, your one year anniversary wouldn't be for another few months, but what you felt for him and what you hoped he felt for you, you could see this relationship being a lifelong thing.
Something that could one day turn into marriage and seeking a family. However, as you thought about it, it scared you. It scared you that one day, Harry would want to be with someone else because he wanted children of his own. Children that shared his traits and DNA. Children were made by him and the woman that he loved.
You wanted that. You wanted too. You wanted to make a baby with the love of your life. You wanted to experience pregnancy, at least once, and welcome a beautiful baby, who was a mix of you and Harry into this world. It hurt you know you may never get the chance to do that, but you were slowly accepting it.
But that didn't mean Harry would also have to do that. He was perfectly fine and had the opportunity to have kids of his own. It was you that was broken.
Yes, there were things the doctor said you could do to try and get pregnant and then there was also the topic of surrogacy, but those were expensive options and not full-on guarantees. You were finding yourself up late at night thinking of what you should do.
You loved Harry more than anything and you wanted to be with him but was it fair to him to be with you when he may one day regret it. Yes, right now he didn't want kids, but eventually, that'll change and it may be too late for the both of you.
He would have already spent so much time of his life with you, it was too late to find someone else who he truly loved. Or that your love for him got so deep, you would be left absolutely heartbroken when he left.
The thought of letting him go now was constantly in your mind. The thought of losing him, of not being with him, was what held you back from making a decision. It was selfish of you, to be honest. You didn't want to lose him. You wanted to be with him.
But is being with you really what is best for him?
**
As soon as Harry finished his final show, he was headed to the airport. Yes, normally he'd have an after party with the band and crew to celebrate the ending of an amazing tour, but he was too anxious and worried about you, so he wanted to waste zero time in getting to see you again. He had talked to you after your mother stopped by and he was thankful that you weren't upset about talking to her.
Although, he was happy you had learned the truth about your parents and what was going on with them for years it was obvious that you hadn't told her what was going on with you. He wasn't sure if anyone else even knew at this point and it was really starting to aggravate him that you weren't telling anyone.
After a super long ass flight, Harry finally was in a car heading to your flat. It was quite early in the morning, but the sun was up and he had stopped and got breakfast for the two of you. He thought about giving you a ring or sending a text to let you know he was flying in early, but he didn't want to give up the opportunity for surprise.
The car parked just outside of your apartment building and he grabbed his bags and the bag of food before heading up to your floor. Once he got to your door, he rang the doorbell and waited for you to answer. He could hear the sound of your feet as you walked across the floor towards the door. His heart fluttered and he felt butterflies taking over his stomach as he heard you removing the chain from the door to unlock it.
The first thing Harry had thought he would have seen when you opened the door was some major bed head, you wearing a long shirt and hardly anything else. Maybe some socks or slippers on your feet and a smile on your face. However, that's not what he saw at all.
When you opened the door, you wearing pajama bottoms and a large sweatshirt. Your hair was in a messy bun and you were wearing socks, however, a smile wasn't on your face. Your eyes were puffy from crying and lack of sleep from the previous nights. Your cheeks were tear-stained and red from laying on the couch.
Harry quickly went from excited anxious to worried anxious.
"Harry?" You whispered. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow."
"I uh... I caught an earlier flight. I left right after I got off stage," he whispered. "I couldn't wait to see you."
Hearing what he did and how excited he was to see you that he flew all the way from Japan as quickly as he could and came straight to see you made you burst into tears again. You walked over to the couch and Harry followed you inside, dropping his bags to the ground as he rushed over to you.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he said. "What's happened?"
"I-" you sniffled. "I–"
"What?" He sighed. "Y/N, baby, please tell me..."
"I'm breaking up with you," you whispered.
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