Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 64

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Say Something: Justin Timberlake ft. Chris Stapelton

Harry's POV

Dallas had been overworking herself ever since she and Dakota had her fight. More so than usual. She trained endlessly with Ethan, barely stopping to eat and sleep or whenever Ethan had parenting duties. Even then, she'd find someone to spar with. No one dare to defy her wishes, except Ron. He refused to take a part of whatever emotional outburst she was going through. 

I tried to do the same, but she was very persistent and I haven't mastered the art of ignoring her the way that Ron has. He was probably the only one who knew how to do that, guilt-free. 

But, today she had completely bailed on everything. No one had heard from her all day and I was beginning to worry. I along with Ron sat in her dorm living room, waiting for her to appear, again. Neither of us spoke, both staring at our phones that laid out on her coffee table. 

"You think she's okay?" I dared to speak up, knowing I wasn't particularly back in his good graces, which I agreed with. Dal's decision to forgive me so easily didn't even feel right to me. 

He just peered up at me, silently telling me to shut up. 

A few more seconds passed when we heard jingling keys and the front door opening. 

"What are you guys doing here?" Dallas looked between us both, her eyes looked lost, barely present. 

"Waiting for you," Ron answered first, getting up to greet her. 

"Can we have a moment?" She backed away form his hug, leaving him confused. 

"Is everything, okay?" He looked over at him, anger flaring. 

"Everything is f-fine, I just need to talk to him, alone. First, then I'll come find you or just come back in like half an hour, please?" She assured him. "Just, please come back, please," she practically begged, worrying both of us even more.

"Yeah, I'll be back. Promise."

"Thanks," she nodded, walking him to the door, shutting the door behind him.

She slowly turned around, tucking her hair behind both her ears. Her eyes beginning to well with tears.  She took a moment before wiping them away and slowly walking towards me, making sure to keep her distance. 

"We need to talk," she mumbled. 

"I don't like those words," I refused to look at her, not liking the direction of where this was going. I wanted her to make me work for her, but now that she was uttering these words, I didn't want to hear them.

"Just listen," she sighed. 

Ro's POV

My anxiety had been through the roof since my fight with Dakota. I tried to hide it be going to every available training session and trying to prolong each one as long as I could. I switched off from Ethan to Mason to whoever I could con into sparing with me. I just didn't want any down time to think. 

But as the days went by, I felt like I was getting worse. Emotionally and physically. I blamed it on the stress and active, non-stop training. But, something in me told me it was more. I felt different. 

I knew when I took off early to town, more than a few people would eventually get suspicious, but what I needed, they only had in town. And I was hoping that whatever was wrong with me was a need of space from everyone around me. 

But, my suspicions were confirmed, which only further confused me. I spent the rest of the morning roaming town, aimlessly going from one shop to the next, buying at least one item in each so it didn't seem too suspicious and the old shop owners didn't phone my parents, which they had a habit of doing. 

Around noon, I eventually deemed it time to head back to my dorm, knowing at least one person would already be waiting there. I just wasn't sure who I wanted to be greeted by; my brother who had the answer to everything, well, I always forced him to have the answers, or Harry, my boyfriend, who I'd have to talk to eventually. 

With my luck, they were both present, both staring at me like I was a wild animal they weren't sure how to approach or who should be the first to do so. As expected and secretly hoped, Ron stood up first. But, now that I had him in front of me and I heard him speak, I knew he wasn't who I had to talk to first.

After getting rid of my brother, I stood before Harry, trying to find the right words, but they weren't coming to me. It should be easier than this. They were just two words after all. 

How could two simple words feel so heavy?

How was I supposed to utter these two words to this man, knowing his fears?

Maybe I should say anything... maybe...

"We need to talk," I spat out before I could finish my last thought. 

"I don't like those words," he looked away instantly. 

I wanted to reach out and cup his face in my hands and assure him of my love. I also wanted to take a page from his book and make him hate me so I could walk away from him. But, I couldn't do either, right now. 

"Just listen," I let out with a sigh, gathering every ounce of courage I could.

"To what?" He scoffed. "You want me to sit her patiently while you break up with me?" He took a step away from me. "You can't. Just because your sister is a fucking crazy... or because you feel pressure from your parents or what ever changed, I'm gonna stick by you, through all of it. Unless, you changed your mind about how you feel?" His face twisted into realization and a bit of hurt.

"I haven't changed my mind, Harry," my voice began to shake. I wrapped my arms around myself before making my way around the living room to keep an entire sofa between us, hoping to somehow shield the hurt I knew was coming. "But you might," I added.

"I could never," he assured, trying to walk over to me, but I just went in the opposite direction, making him stop.

"You haven't even heard what I have to say, so you might," I reiterated. 

"Then say it, so I can prove you wrong," he challenged. 

I took another step back and inhaled deeply, knowing I couldn't take back the words once they were spoken. "I'm pregnant."