I'm Pregnant with Harry Styles' Baby?!

The Start of the Search

Harry's POV.
I carefully folded up the cream page before I ripped it. Again. And again. I didn't know how to feel. I felt happy. Happy Bethany was alive. I felt relieved. Relieved that she and the babies were safe. I was distraught. Distraught that she was gone. I was angry. Angry that she had left. I was furious. Furious that someone had made her leave.
Who could have done this? Why would someone do this? Bethany said in her letter that the reason she had left would be able to find out she had contacted me. That means that it must be someone close. But who? None of the boys, none of our family members or friends who do this. I stared at the grainy, black and white image in my hand. I gripped it tightly so my hands stopped shaking. My babies. My children. Two little angels that I would never get to meet. Never get to hug, kiss, read a story to and push on a swing. A future that I was only handed weeks ago had been ripped away from me and it felt as though it had ripped my heart with it.
I walked over to the vanity where all of Bethany's makeup sat and slid the edge of the sonogram into the side of the mirror so it was held it place. I stepped back and pushed my hands through my matted curls.
No.
I was going to fix this. I was going to figure out who caused this, I was going to find Bethany and I was going to bring her home. I knew I had to be careful. If the person who made her leave figured out what I knew and that I was looking for them, they could get to Beth and I could not let that happen.
I was snapped from my thoughts by a soft knock on the bedroom door. My eyes flitted over to the door frame befire they widened in suprise.
"Abby?" I breathed.
"Harry, hey. Sorry the door was unlocked so I just came in-"
"What are you doing here?" My voice was sharp. Anger became my frontal emotion. If it wasn't for this girl, nothing would have happened. If i didn't bring her home, Beth wouldn't have let in the first place and everything else could have been avoided.
I saw her eyes widen in shock, obviously not expecting my reaction.
"Oh, I, um, I heard about what happened and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry and check on you. I'll leave. I shouldn't have come, sorry."
I remained silent as she turned and walked out of the door. I sat on the edge of the bed.
It wasn't Abby's fault. It was mine. If I hadn't gotten so drunk that night and practically forgotten who I was then nothing would have happened. I barely remember that night. I took a breath and walked out after Abby. She was just reaching the bottom of the stairs when I called out to her.
"Wait, Abby. I'm sorry I snapped at you. Its not your fault. Do you want some tea? Or coffee?" I walked down until I stood on the step above her.
She looked at me and smiled, seemingly relieved that I had changed my mind.
"Tea, please. Thanks, Harry."
I gestured for her to follow me into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, we were sitting at the dining table, cocooned in an awkward silence.
"So.. what happened?" Abby eventually asked, bringing her cuo to her lips.
"We don't know yet. All we know is that Bethany is gone. Wether she was taken or left, we don't know. She didn't take anything with her and they found some of her...her blood at the bottom of the stairs but no more so they don't suspect anything serious happened. I'm just worried out of my mind that something horrible has happened."
Even though I knew that Bethany was safe, I wasn't going to tell Abby. I couldn't trust anyone but self to do what I needed to do.
"Oh my God, Harry. I am so so sorry. I feel like this was my fault. If we hadn't, if I hadn't-"
My hand shot across the table to still her shaking ones.
"Don't say that. Its not your fault. If this is anyone's fault it's mine, Abby. Don't blame yourself." I held her gaze, trying to reinforce what i was telling her.
Slowly, she nodded. I gave a short nod in reply before i pulled my hands away. I saw the disappointment flash in her eyes but she quickly looked down at her cup.
"I should go. Sorry again for just walking in earlier. If you need anything, just let me know. You have my number."
She stood up and slung her handbag over her shoulder.
"Okay. Yeah. Thanks, Abby."
She smiled before walking out leaving me alone in the house. I finished the rest of my tea and picked up my phone. I had a missed call from the detective leading the investigation. I groaned. How did I miss this call? I redialled straight away and waited anxiously for him to pick up.
"Detective Walsh speaking."
"Hello, Detective Walsh. This is Harry Styles, I'm sorry i missed your call earlier."
"Ah, Mr.Styles. I was just calling to let you know that at present the investigation is still ongoing. We received records from all regional airports and train stations today and my team and I are looking through them to see what we can find. I wanted to check in with you to see if you had heard from Miss.Collins since we last spoke?"
I thought of the letter torn in pieces upstairs and the sonogram and debated telling the detective. Surely the police could help?
No. Bethany said not to tell anyone and that meant not the police.
"No, sir. I haven't heard anything and neither has any of our friends and family I think. Will you let me know as soon as something turns up?" I still needed whatever information they could find in order to get to Bethany.
"Of course I will Mr.Styles. Once again, I must remind you of the importance of not speaking to the press about the information we may discover. If Ms.Collins has been abducted or anythingof the sort, we don't want to run the risk of alerting the perpetrator."
"Yes, sir. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to that. I don't want to risk anything either."
"Thank you, Mr.Styles. Have a good day."
"You too. Goodbye."
Once I hung up, I pushed my hands through my hair. I didn't know where to start in my search for Bethany and I couldn't afford to waste any time. I had to dive straight in and sort out everything I knew and that the police had discovered. To make sure nothing had been missed. I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and started to write.