The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| XLI

Chapter Fourty-One of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Alice's P.O.V

"Harry what the hell are you talking about?" His body was tensed, and his top teeth were rubbing his bottom lip in between his lips. Dad turned down the tv as Harry and I stared at each other.

"What do you mean you're turning over?" I asked, pushing myself up off from the couch. Harry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

"It's me, Alice. I'm the reason why you have to kill our baby." he whispered. I could barely hear him, but I'm lucky enough that I caught his soft words. "Wait, what?" I asked, widening my eyes.

What the hell is he talking about? What does he mean he's the reason I have to get rid of my baby? Was it because he's not a human, we had sex, and so there's something wrong with the baby?

"You're partially right," he mumbled, rubbing his face. I realized he was inside my head, listening to my thoughts. Dad turned his body on the couch and was watching us with curiosity. I know he wasn't so thriled about me having a baby. But, at least he was happy. And, I have to get rid of it. . .

"I mean, my semen didn't properly work because I'm not fully human. So, the process didn't work. Does that make any sense? Because I feel like I'm rambling." Harry breathed heavily and rubbed his eyes with the ball of his hands.

I walked up to him and removed his hands away from his eyes, pulling them down so I could intertwine our fingers together. "How did you find that out? And, it makes perfect sense." I looked up at him with a soft face.

His green eyes were clouded with frustration, and they were red, as if he was about to cry soon. I really hope he doesn't because then I'll start crying.

"I went to the Warriors." he whispered. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't find any words to fill the silence. Harry sighed and shook his head. "Alice, you have to agree on me turning." he said.

"Why, Harry? Of course I want you to be alive again, but I'm worried it won't work. Remember how you said the Warriors said it doesn't always work? Well, I'm scared that it won't work for you." I fumbled, my bottom lip quivering, and my eyes being overwhelmed with pain because I was going to cry any second.

"Baby, you see, if you want this baby, I know I want the baby, I have to turn over so it can have the human sperm. I can't be dead and release that into you. The baby will be saved if you let me at least try to turn over."

"But, won't we have to um, have sex again?" I whispered the last part quietly because of my Dad sitting right behind us, listening very carefully to our conversation. And, I just don't feel comfortable talking about that stuff in front of him.

Answering my question, Harry nodded his head. I let go of his eyes and wrapped my short arms around his torsr. I hugged him tightly as he wrapped his arms around my small body. He didn't hug too tight, or too loosely. He was treating me as if I was a porcelain doll that could break by the slightest touch.

I closed my eyes and buried my face into his chest, and breathed in his scent. Tears slowly escaped my eyes and ran down my face. "Babe, please don't cry." Harry whispered into my hair. His voice was shaky, like he was about to cry himself.

But I just held onto him tightly, like it was the last time I'd ever hug Harry Styles.

A few days have passed since I found out I was pregnant, and found out Harry was going to be turning. For me. Of course I agreed to let him do it, but I was very skeptical about it. I'm so worried, but I'm not telling Harry because he's stressed enough about it.