The Truth Behind the Choice

Chapter 1

First chapter finally uploaded, I hope you guys like it :)

Btw sorry if there is any spelling

Delilah's POV

My hands tremble with fear and anxious thoughts as I sit on the toilet seat, waiting and waiting.

My breath is slow and shaky when I pick up the stick and see two blue signs....

Positive.

Millions of thoughts race through my head and I can't hold back the tears and sobs that were caught up in my throat.

I scream and cry until my throat feels like it's on fire and until I'm dizzy and sitting on the cold bathroom floor

How do I tell him?

How do I tell harry that we are having a child as the peak in his career?

He will never forgive me for ruining his opportunity, his only opportunity for his music.

I can't do this to him.

I pick up my phone and dial the only person who can help me.

"Lila its 3am in the morning is everything okay" Katie whispers in sleepy voice.

"I'm pregnant"

"What? Slow down, wait...." She talks faster now

"I... I need your help... please" I whisper not want her to tell the pain in my voice.

"I need to leave him; Kat I can't do this... This child, this life it isn't for him... and I can't through this baby away like my parents did to me and left us with our aunty it wasn't fair. This child deserve a proper family" My voice shakes and is uneasy.

"Lila think about this please, Harry is understanding, he will understand..." She tries to talk me out of this, and deep down I know that maybe she is right but my stubborn ways will not let her win.

"Delilah.... Look... Think about it for 2 days if your still set on your decision I'll come help you but if your not then wait for him and tell him what the situation is."

I breathe in heavily

"Goodnight Kat" I hang up the phone and walk to bed.

Harry won't be back for a few days as he has started is new world tour with the boys.

I lay in bed that night unable to shake the thoughts running through my head.

*A couple days later*

I pace back and forth unable to still grasp the situation...

My head spins and have to sit down to ease the anxious feeling throughout my body.

I know this is wrong but I feel as if this is my only option.

I am selfish, and maybe sometimes selfish acts have to occur for a better outcome in life...

I breathe in slowly and grab a pen and paper.

My heart begins to beat faster and faster as I finally start writing...

"Dear Harry,

Words can't describe how much this pains me to do or write.

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry it had to be this way.

I can't do this with you anymore.

I'm breaking up with you and I hope one day you can see why I did this...

You'll be better without this, without me.

Love

Delilah"

With tears staining my cheek and the letter I seal it in the envelope, grab my bag and walk to the front door not to look back again as my heart feels heavy and broken.