Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 65

Songs:

Say Something: Justin Timberlake Ft. Chris Stapelton 

Whatever It Takes: Imagine Dragons

Walking The Wire: Imagine Dragons

Ro's POV

As I uttered the words out loud for the first time, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and then placed right back. Saying it was freeing and brought a spark of unknown joy I'd never felt before, but it also brought fear. 

Firstly, I wasn't supposed to be able to even conceive a child. More than one doctor had confirmed this. There was also the small fact that there was a fear that if I had a child, said child would be taken from me and used for power. Then there was Harry and his vision that brought on a whole different set of fears. His vision predicted his own daughter's demise. I now understood his fears and sympathized in a way I never had before. 

I didn't wait for a reaction from him or gave him a chance to utter a single word before I disappeared into my bedroom. I don't think I could handle a bad or a good reaction from him. Making a decision right in that moment.

I grabbed the faux leather bag my baby sister had given me for my birthday, claiming that you could still be stylish and not be a complete monster and kill a baby cow to achieve it. I was going to miss her, probably the most. Until I started thinking about the rest of my family, but I knew they'd understand, if they knew. She wouldn't forgive so easily. 

"You're pregnant," Harry's voice entered my bedroom, but I refused to turn around to face him. "What are you doing?" His tone change from emptiness to what sounded like the beginning stages of rage. "Dallas," he used my full name, he was definitely feeling some rage.

"You know I can't stay," I mumbled, trying to ease the growing tension. 

Without another word, he dropped another bag onto my bed, my attention now on him. He walked to the left side of my closed, picking up the small stack of his clothes that had found a home here from the various nights he had stayed over and I had washed and folded for him. 

"What are you doing?"

"We can't stay," he spoke softly, dropping the stack into the bag.

"Harry-"

"You are having my child, Dallas," again with the full name. He was trying to be stern.

"Harry, I said, I'm pregnant, after I told you I couldn't get pregnant, doesn't that concern you even just a little?"

He stopped packing to look at me. "If you're worried I think you lied to me, I don't. I saw the pain in your eyes when it was brought up, I see the pain whenever you hold your niece, even before I knew about..." he shook his head, not finishing his thought. "So, no, it does not concern me even in the slightest. So, if you're running, again, I'm coming with you and I am going to protect you and our baby."

"You don't even know if-" 

"Don't," he stopped me, shaking his head. "Don't try to tell me it might not be mine, that's bullshit and you know it. I'm that baby's father. I'm going to protect and love you both. So, if you're running, we're running. Okay?"

He waited for a response, but I couldn't give him one. I remained still and silent. I expected a different reaction. I expected anger from him, since his whole reason for leaving me the first time was to avoid this very moment. 

He took careful steps towards me, his hands tentatively going to my arms, pulling me carefully to him, pressing his forehead down on mine. "Every single moment was carefully taken, every single word was perfectly uttered to get us to this point. No matter what happened, what your brother said, my choices, your choices, us breaking up, your sister running her mouth and telling me the truth, us talking on the dock, it was all carefully calculated to bring us to this very moment. This child wants to be born and we can't stop her, no matter how scared we are for her safety, she's coming. Already showing signs that she's going to be just like her mum, another strong Monroe."

"This baby cannot be a Monroe, Harry. It'll kill her."

I hoped for some more uplifting words, but I got nothing but my door flying open, Ron entered, panting heavily. 

"I know you said give you thirty minutes, but we don't have time," he took a deep breath before going to my safe, punching in the combination.

"Ron?" I tried to asked what was going on, but fear of his response stopped me.

"Someone saw you buy a pregnancy test in town and called mom," he rushed his words, grabbing another bag from my closet and shoving the stacks of money or mother insisted we keep in case of an emergency and important documents before plopping it on the bed next to Harry's bag. "Congrats and all that, but we need to get you out of here." He shoved more stacks of money from his pockets into the bag. "I emptied my safe too," he answered before I could ask.

"Ron, I-"

"Dally, I love mom and dad, but I'm no idiot. Mom, she knows just like everyone else that if you, specifically you, have a child, that child is the key to stopping that stupid war. Her power combined with yours, whatever it may be, it is the answer. The answer that they have been looking for, for probably eons, I don't know, and every side of this war is going to want that baby because they know you will follow and mom is no different, Dallas. So, you need to go before she gets here. You need to run and hide for while and," he stopped moving, taking a deep breath and we both knew why.

"I'm probably never coming back," I whispered.

"I know," he nodded with a small smile. "So, make it worth it," he zipped up the bag, pushing it towards Harry. "I'm trusting you. I've taken care of her until now, I'm trusting you to take over and make sure my sister and nephew or niece stay safe and live a happy and full life. Or I swear, I'll come after you."

"I will," Harry promised, taking the bag.

As soon as his hands became free, I practically tackled him. Though I knew I had to, I didn't want to let go. So, he pushed away, keeping me at arms distance. 

"Um, who all knows?" I sniffled, wiping my eyes. 

"Mom and dad, possibly Mr. Anderson. Ethan and Mason of course and me, that's all that I know of for now."

"Keep it that way," I cleared my throat, grabbing my half packed back, I didn't have time to get anything more. "In a few weeks, I'll call and you'll tell them that I've lost the baby. Be semi-honest, tell them I can't have kids and what not. And when they ask where I'm at or why I don't return, tell them I went bat shit crazy."

"Mom will look for you."

"Then, tell her I died," I shrugged, holding back more tears. As much as she and I butted heads, I wanted my mom and wanted her to help me during this experience, probably like any girl would. But, I had choices to make now that didn't just impact my life.

"She wants to be married before having kids," Ron ignored my last request and focused on Harry.

"I know."

"Ron," I scolded. 

"And she wants a small house and a dog and a big yard and she wants flowers in the front and fruit trees in the back and um Sunday's is family day and a tree house. Build her a tree house, please."

"I will," Harry promised, again, extending his hand for my brother.

I watched my brother move Harry's hand then pull him into an embrace. Like he did with me, he pushed Harry away, patting him on his shoulder. "Just go," he smiled, trying to keep his shit together.

"Tell Callie that I'm sorry," I mumbled. 

That was the last thing I said before Harry and I were rushing out of my dorm.