Knocked Up II. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 13

One week later

This have been the hardest week during my pregnancy. Being heartbroken it's ten times worse than being nauseous or being dizzy or having headaches. I have been so sad, a crying zombie. I just don't get it. He didn't give me a reason and he made it worse. What did I do to deserve that?

I had to call Miranda, my therapist I was meeting at the beginning of this year, because I just couldn't handle it. She told me to keep myself busy, to think about something else because it wasn't good for the baby if I was sad. But it's so hard, I lost everything I wanted. 

My family it's broken.

Jake has been very supportive, he has helped me a lot with Jack in my down moments. I didn't tell him exactly what happened that day, I only told him that we fought. I don't want him to get mad at Harry.

But to be honest, what Harry did was low. I can't even recognise him anymore. First he cheats on me, then he gets mad at me for helping a friend, even though I know he doesn't know why I was helping Jake. And then, he did the lowest thing he could, he told me the sex of bean, even when I made him promise to not tell me.

It's hard for me, because he was the person I looked up for support. The person I trusted to have a relationship with. He is the man I love. And he crushed every single bit of it. I don't think I can ever forgive him for what he did but the thought of losing him forever, pains me a lot more. I don't want to lose him and I'm very stupid to think this way. 

Last night, after Jack fell asleep, I checked my phone for the first time in the whole day. He sent me the first message in the entire week since the fight, I spent most of the night thinking if I should reply. 

It was a short text, only three words: *Can we talk?*

A big part of me wanted to ignore his text. That part of me thinks that he doesn't deserve a second chance, not after what he did. 

I didn't reply right away, I had to think about it and finally, in the afternoon of the next day I decided to reply. I'm not planning on forgiving him, but I think I deserve an explanation. 

Short before I replied to him he told me he was in town and that he would like to meet with me and Jack. It took me long minutes to say yes to him. Maybe I'm weak for saying yes, but he deserves to see his son.

Right now, I'm driving to the restaurant we agreed to meet in. He landed this morning here in Los Angeles only for one night, as always. I'm with Jack in the car. Even if Harry and me are fighting, he doesn't have to suffer from it, he needs his father.

I arrive to the restaurant, the sun is starting to go down. I go to take Jack out and I walk inside. I spot him inside so I walk towards the table without stopping at front. He stands up as soon as he sees me, a smile on his face when he sees that I'm with Jack. I keep a serious face, just handing the baby to him.

"How's my little champion?" He takes him in his arms, Jack is excited to see him. He cheerfully celebrates his dad's presence by saying 'dada' non-stop. I sit down, taking the Menu in my hands. "Ow! Did you miss dada? Yes you did!"

I remain silent, not looking at him. I order my food and he does the same, when the waiter leaves he looks at me, Jack still on his lap.

"Thank you for coming here. I really needed to see you." He says and for the first time since I arrived I look at him, our eyes lock. His eyes, for my surprise, look tired, reddish. "How are you? How's... The baby?"

"We're fine." I just say, instinctively placing a hand over the small bump on my stomach.

He has his hair tied up in a bun. He's wearing his off-days clothes and still he manages to look incredibly handsome in just a simple hoodie. I look away, I need to remain focus. He's my Achilles heel and I can't let him win over me this time.