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You're pregnant but he doesn't want to keep the baby (Part 4)

Harry: Harry let you stay the night so you wouldn’t be alone. “Tomorrow we’ll go to the hospital and talk to someone about it. For now, lets just get some sleep.” He started walking towards his bedroom but you pulled him back for a hug. “I’m just so scared,” you shivered thinking about the fact you wouldn’t have your baby anymore. “I can’t help it, but I’m just so scared, Harry.” He pulled you into his arms. “I’m scared for you too love, but as long as I’m there nothing bad will happen. I promise you’ll be safe.” “Well what about the baby?” you clenched your stomach tight. Harry looked at you but didn’t say anything. He held you tighter against his body as you cried. “Tomorrow we’ll figure everything out, okay?” You looked up at him, shaking your head. He pulled you towards his bedroom and you guys snuggled into his warm bed. Your back was pressed tight against Harry’s chest and Harry had his arms wrapped around your belly. You weren’t prepared for anything that was happening. Tomorrow a little piece of life was going to be ripped out of you forever, not even giving it a chance. Tears escaped your eyes and after awhile you managed to fall asleep.The time passed fast and before you knew it Harry was shaking you to wake you up. “Come on, love. Wake up!” You opened your eyes slowly, only to see Harry’s beautiful green eyes and heartwarming smile. “Can I sleep a little longer?” “I’m sorry (Y/N) but we’ve got an appointment today, remember?” You sat up and headed towards the bathroom for a shower. The warm water beat against you, calming your nerves. After you did your shower routine, you turned the water off and grabbed the towel off of the hook, wrapping it around your body. You went to put a little makeup on and then picked out your outfit. Once you were dressed and ready you walked downstairs and saw Harry sitting on the couch, crying. He must not have heard you come down. “Harry?” He shot up from the couch, quickly wiping the tears out of his eyes. “Oh (Y/N), are you ready?” “Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You knew he wasn’t fine. Even though he didn’t want the baby it still killed him knowing that you had to terminate it. “It’s going to be okay,” you whispered to him while pulling him in for a quick hug. “I’ll be in the car.” You walked out the door and got in the passengers seat waiting for Harry to come out. Tears rolled down your cheeks, but you knew you had to be strong for Harry. You couldn’t let him see you like this. Soon enough, Harry came walking out the front door and got in the car. His eyes were bloodshot and glassy. You grabbed his hand and gave him a small smile as he drove to the hospital. You pulled into the parking lot and Harry walked up to the service desk, letting you sit down. Minutes later, your name was called. Harry took your hand and dragged you down the hallway. Your heart was racing. Your worst nightmares were coming true and you had to go through with it. Harry pulled you into the small room where the doctor sat. “So, we’re here for an abortion I hear.” You glanced over to Harry. “Y-yes.” “Well lets see how far along the baby is.” The doctor was pushing and rubbing your stomach. “Hmm, I’m going to have to do an ultrasound. I’m just going to need you to lift your shirt up.” Obeying his commands you lifted your shirt and and jumped once the cold gel hit your stomach. The room was quiet for a couple minutes. “You’re very lucky, Miss. Most woman who come in for an abortion are many months along but with you, well your baby isn’t even a baby yet. You’ve only been pregnant for about a month.” You gave him a confused look. “What I mean is, you’ve been pregnant for such a short time that you’re not technically killing your baby. It isn’t even a full baby yet. That also is going to make the procedure a lot easier.” A smile spread across your face as Harry walked over to you, kissing your forehead. “I told you it would be okay.”

Niall: You stumbled into the building when you were greeted at the door. “Hello, my names Peggy. You must be (Y/N)! Is that Niall back there?” She pointed behind you. “Yeah, that’s him.” “Well It’s super nice to meet you two. Just remember that I’m here to make sure you’re comfortable and you made the best decision. I know this can be difficult.” She gave you a smile and walked you into her office. Niall quickly followed behind and took the seat next to your, grabbing your hand. “Now, I assume this was an accidental pregnancy. These things happen and that’s why we have places like this.” Niall tightened his grip. “We just want to make sure he, or she, goes to a good home.” “Well, we have a couple that has been waiting for a baby for awhile. They’re very picky, but I think that they might like you. I can arrange a meeting for you if you would like.” You looked over at Niall and he shook his head. “We’d love to meet them.” The words were bitter against your tongue. You didn’t want to meet this family. You wanted to go home and take care of this baby yourself, nothing more or less. ”When will be able to meet them?” Niall’s words snapped you out of thought. “Well, I’ll give them a call right now!” Peggy left the room to make the call and Niall pulled your chair closer to him. “Everything going to be fine. I’m sure this family will be perfect, and they’ve been waiting for a kid! We’ll be helping people.” He kissed your cheek as Peggy was walking back into the room. “It went to voice mail, but once I talk to them I’ll give you two a call, okay? It was nice meeting you two and I look forward to working with you soon!” She shook your hand and walked you towards the door. You and Niall walked to the car, getting in. “I think that went well. What about you?” You turned to look out your window so Niall wouldn’t see you cry, but it didn’t help. He rubbed your back slowly, trying to calm you down but nothing worked. He let you be and started driving back to your flat. Three days later you got a call from the adoption agency. ”Hello, is this (Y/N)?” “Yes, how can I help you?” “It’s Peggy, from the adoption agency. I just wanted to call you and let you know that the family I mentioned at our meeting returned my call and they said they would love to meet you.” “That’s great, when?” “Well they said that tomorrow would be best if that was okay with you.” “Tomorrow would be perfect. Do I just meet you at the building?” “Yes, we’ll all talk in my office and we can make the official plans whenever you’re ready!” “Sounds great. I’ll be there.” You hung up the phone and went to find Niall to tell him, but he must have went out. It was getting late so you decided to go to bed early. Niall still wasn’t home so you left him a note explaining that tomorrow you had to meet with the family. Leaving the note on the counter, you headed up to your bedroom and passed out with your clothes on, only to be awaken by loud banging downstairs. You got out of bed to investigate and saw Niall had just walked in. “You’re just getting home?” “No shit Sherlock.” “I don’t feel like fighting with you tonight, Niall. I’m going to bed.” Niall was drunk off his ass and that upset you. He came up the stairs to your bedroom. “Go to bed, Niall.” “I don’t have to do what you say.” “Well tomorrow we’re going to meet with the possible family that’s going to raise our baby, so you need to be ready.” “I’ll be ready no matter what, but I’m not going to bed.” He stumbled down the stairs and you could hear the TV turn on. You pushed it out of your head and fell back asleep. Waking up early, you quickly got ready to leave hoping that Niall would be ready too. “Niall? Are you ready to leave?” You called down the stairs to Niall. “(Y/N), you don’t have to be so loud.” “Well are you ready?” “Ready for what?” You weren’t too surprised he forget about today, but it still hurt. You finished yourself and walked out into the living room where Niall had been laying on the couch. ‘You’re still in your pajama’s! Niall we have to leave now.” “I’m not going anywhere today. I’ve got a killer headache and I’m so tired.” “I thought you said you would be there for me through the whole thing, but I guess I was wrong.” You stormed out of the flat and got in the car, driving yourself to the agency. You walked in alone as Peggy rushed out of her office towards you. “Where’s Niall?” “Oh, he um..couldn’t make it because of work.” “Okay well the family is right in here.” She led you to a small room where you saw a couple sitting down. “These are the Jefferson’s. They’re the family I told you about.” You went to shake their hands and sat down across from them. The next hour consisted of them asking you questions. “So are you married or in a relationship?” “I have a boyfriend.” “How long have you two been together?” “About 2 years now.” “Where is he?” “Oh he cou-” “Hi I’m Niall, (Y/N)’s boyfriend. Sorry I’m late but work kept me.” He interrupted you. You smiled towards your hungover boyfriend as he came and joined you on the couch, finishing the interview with you.