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You're pregnant but he doesn't want to keep the baby (Part 5 - Harry)

Harry: It’s almost been a year since the abortion, you and Harry were still together and closer than ever. Harry had been gone on tour for the past month and you were  constantly at home alone. From time to time your imagination would get the best of you. In your head you could hear little footsteps running around and tiny giggles coming from a distant room, but you ignored them. You didn’t feel like sitting around the house much longer, so you called your best friend Tiffany to see if she would have a girls day with you. “Hey, it’s Tiffany! Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now but I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!” “Hey Tiff, it’s just me. I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping or something. I just really want to get out of the house. Call me back when you get this.” You tossed your phone on the couch and went to take a warm shower. After drying off you went to check your phone to see if Tiffany called you back yet, but she hadn’t. You did have a missed call from Harry though, so you called him back. “Hey love.” His voice was tired and deep. “Harry, I miss you!” “I miss you too, (Y/N). But you’re coming to visit in a week so I’ll get to see your beautiful face soon.” You didn’t know what to say, you were just blushing over the phone with a stupid smile on your face. “Hey, it’s pretty late and the boys keep yelling at me for talking, so I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you, babe.” “Love you too, Harry.” You hung up and laid down on the couch, drifting off to a sweet slumber. “Time really does fly,” you whisper to yourself as you get out of bed. A week had passed and it was time to hop on a plane to go see Harry. Everything was ready so you packed up your car and headed to the airport. You rushed through security and finally boarded the plane. It was going to be a long flight so you put your headphones in and nodded off to sleep. The plane finally came to a stop, so you grabbed your carry on and shuffled off of the plane. You waited patiently for your cab to get here and once he arrived, he helped you shove you bags into the trunk. “So where will I be taking ya today?” “The Belvedere Hotel.” “That place is pretty close, about 10 minutes. We’ll be there in no time.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked to see if you had any missed calls or texts, but there was nothing. “Okay we’re here! Let me help you with your bags.” You got out and paid the cab driver the money and lugged your bags into the hotel. Searching for the nearest elevator, you stumbled in and hit the 6th floor button. The elevator came to a slow stop and the doors opened slowly. You headed out into the hallway and looked for Harry’s room number. “Room 205, room 205,” you kept repeating to yourself. You reached the end of the hallway and set your bags down. Harry’s door stood in front of you. Making sure you looked decent, you knocked on the door, nervous to see Harry. The doorknob slowly twisted and your nerves were on fire, but when the door pulled open it wasn’t Harry standing in the doorway. “Niall? What are you doing here?” “The better question is what are you doing here?” “Niall, where’s Harry?” “Oh, you want Harry? Okay, yeah He’s in the bedroom.” You brushed past Niall, leaving your bags in the hallway and headed towards the bedroom. “What am I supposed to do with these bags?” Niall called behind you. Ignoring him, you walked in on Harry sitting at the edge of the bed facing away from the door. You couldn’t control yourself, you just wanted to hold him again. Tackling him onto the bed, you hold on to him tight as tears start rolling down your cheeks. “Oh, Harry. I missed you so much!” “I missed you too, (Y/N).” Harry stroked your hair as you laid in his arms. “Promise you’ll never let go, okay?” Harry gripped tighter around your stomach. “I’m never letting go. Ever.”