The Way Things Work

Chapter Twenty Two

You walked in and thrust the door open in worry causing it to hit the wall behind. Your worry was quickly replaced with disgust. You stood in the doorway as the hall light illuminated your back. 

"S-Sam?" Harry called out, thrusting himself off of an exposed Angel. 

"C-Changing. H-How could y-you?" You choked on the sobs forcing their escape.

"I-I'm sorry. Maybe we should-"

"No. We-" You arrowed between his bare body and your over-clothed one, "-aren't doing anything. I guess I was right."

"About?" He furrowed his brow. 

"I'm in this alone." You placed a numb hand on your stomach where a baby would develop. 

"Bab-" He began as he reached out for your hand.

"Don't call me that." You stared his barren body in displeasure. "I'll grab my stuff and leave you to it." You wiped the stray tears that were being replaced with new ones. 

"N-No wait." His voice was shaky, it didn't phase you though. 

"Harry? Are you coming back to bed?" Angel pointed to her vulnerable body draped with sheets. 

"One sec." He smirked unlovingly at her.

"Forgive you?" You scoffed through the cries. "You're getting back into bed with her Harry!" 

"That's not what I meant." He glared at you.

"You know what? Forget about me! Forget we ever made 'us' official for less than a day!"

"Forget? You know what? Fine! Get out you worthless bitch! I can't even stand the sight of you! You're pathetic!" 

"I-I know." You mumbled as you ran out of the flat.

"Where were we?" Harry moved the sheet over his unveiled body too and started again with Angel. Only this time it wasn't due to a hurt it was due to a vengeance. 

You burst through Liam's door as the tears relentlessly flowed down your face. 

"S-Sam?" It was Liam. "Oh my. What happened?" 

"H-Harry! He was i-in bed-with A-Angel!"

"That bast-"

"Liam? Who's there?" Niall yelled from the kitchen. He waltzed in covered in flour, you didn't even crack a smile. "Sam?" You covered your face in shame as Liam walked you to the bedroom and locked the door. He sat you on the bed then placed himself next to you. He took your body into his and rocked you back and forth. There were no words. This was what you needed. 

"Look at me. We are going to get through this. You'll stay here with us for a while. Let his get his shit handed to him, you don't need it. I'll take you to the next doctor okay?" You simply nodded as Liam replaced himself with Sarah. 

"Oh my God! Liam told me everything! I can't believe it! Are you okay?"

"I'm just tired of not being good enou-"

"You are! I promise! I love you and hate seeing you this way."

"Guys?" It was Eleanor and you let her in. "I sent the guys out so we have this place for a little bit. I put the movie in so we can relax. Sam, please just take this." She handed you the pregnancy test.

You had warmed up to the idea of having a baby. You would never be alone and it would love you unconditionally. Maybe in the long run, this was what you needed. You had always loved children, you did want your own. Of course it would help if a father was involved but who knew. 

You walked into the bathroom and placed the test on the sink after it was completed. You paced the room frantically for the six torturous minutes until it was time. You walked over to the sink with a smile, but it soon dropped as you saw the results.