You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

Chapter 74

HARRY’S P.O.V.

I don’t know what scared me more: the fact that Piper was pregnant or the fact that she didn’t tell me. She obviously thought it was possible if she took the test in the first place. Why didn’t she tell me it was on her mind? I could have been there when she found out.

But, no. She felt like she couldn’t trust me to handle it the right way. After everything we had been through, I expected things to have changed. I thought that we trusted each other and that we were going to work on communicating our feelings. This was even bigger than all of that. It’s a child! Our child.

“Harry, is everything okay?” 

I walked swiftly past the table full of our families. My mum, Robin, and Gemma had joined while I was in the bedroom. It was Liam who asked, though, and instead of responding, I walked faster. I heard Piper calling after me, but it was faint and seemed distant. She couldn’t be that far off, though, since we were in the same hotel suite. I didn’t grab anything before leaving the suite altogether, ignoring at least ten people calling after me. I didn’t care. I couldn’t. I needed space to think and make peace with the way I was feeling. I needed time.

PIPER’S P.O.V.

To my surprise, it was Cory who ran after Harry when I collapsed with a choked sob. I couldn’t bare to hold myself up any longer and I knew it wouldn’t help for me to chase him. Anne and my mom hurried to my side and pulled me off of the ground immediately. I had gone so long without a panic attack that I forgot what it felt like. I had been warding one off all morning, but after Riley found the pregnancy test and after Harry made an inopportune appearance, I couldn’t fight it any longer. It washed over me like a tidal wave and I knew immediately that the relief efforts would be ineffective. 

Gemma and Riley hovered near the table where Liam, my dad, and Robin were still sitting. Karen was holding her wailing daughter in her arms, carrying her to the other bedroom and trying to comfort her and assure her that everything was okay. I couldn’t control the tears falling from my eyes and I was hiccuping, trying to gasp for air, as Anne and my mom helped me into my room. Riley and Gemma began to follow, but I noticed my mom mouthing, “wait a minute,” before closing the door. Anne straightened the covers and pulled them down so that I could climb into bed. Everything had happened so fast and it all felt like deja vu. It felt like the old me. The me without Harry.

“Sweetheart, just breathe, alright?”

Anne sat on Harry’s side of the bed on top of the sheets, rubbing my back while my mom knelt beside me. My face was buried in my hands as I cried, on the verge of hyperventilating. Anne was trying to be comforting, but no words were going to help the situation. How could I breathe? Harry hated me. He was going to leave me and never see our child. What if he wanted me to get an abortion? God, could I do that?

“Piper, where are your pills?”

Mom’s words were clear and precise. I couldn’t respond, but I pointed to the bathroom, hoping she could find the bottle among the plethora of products and makeup in my bags. I felt my body shaking, though, and it seemed like I was reaching a point of no return; a point that my medication couldn’t get me back from.

Anne stayed by my side, rubbing small circles on my back like Harry does when this sort of thing happens to me. It hadn’t in so long, though, and thinking about that just made it worse. I wasn’t prepared for a panic attack. It had been forever.

“Piper, sweetie. Breathe, okay? Talk to me. I promise, I can help. That’s my son who just stormed off and believe me it isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.”