Orphan

Chapter 63

Harry placed the eggs and toast on a plate handing it to me across the counter, he had an expression on his face I couldn't quite pin. It was somewhere between bored, angry and concerned. "Why are you staring at me?" his voice was sudden, and broken, like that first word spoken after you had woken up from a long sleep. I hadn't expected him to speak to me, my eyes darted away, back to my plate of food in front of me. "No reason, I was just in a daze for a second." I lied, well, technically it was true, I was in a daze. But it was anything but nothing, I couldn't think straight, and I had no idea what my next resort would be. "Well something is bothering you enough not to feed yourself, so what is it?" a frown laced my face. "Do you want this baby?" his face went blank, as if a switch had been flipped and he was completely shut down. "Because if you don't-"
"Just shut up, eat. Your food is getting cold." He sighed gripping onto the counter as he leant forward with a heavy sigh, the veins on his arms visible from every angle as they travelled up his muscular arms. I watched as his hair fell forward covering his face partially from where I sat. "I said eat!" he scolded still staring at the counter with a clenched jaw. I jumped slightly grabbing the fork and eating hesitantly.

"Hey, I'm back." Niall strolled in with a can of coke in his hand sipping it while a six pack was in his other. "Hey, took you long enough." Harry spoke more vibrantly now as he lifted his head to watch Niall placing the six pack in the fridge. "Yeah, I had to drive to three different places for your 'special' beer." Harry merely chuckled, "Abigail still here?"
"Yeah, she's out back on the deck." I answered, gaining a nod from Niall as he made his way to the back, before stopping in his tracks and turning on his heel. "Louis, you up for a game?"

"Always mate," Louis put down the glass, which was now empty of its contents due to his constant sipping, leaving with Niall. Simultaneously leaving me alone with Harry. I don't know why but I was nervous to be for some reason. I quietly finished the food in front of me and cleared my throat, it was 12 minutes of pure silence between us and he had refused to leave, just watched me eat until I was done. "Uhm, thank you... that was really nice, I'm stuffed." I mumbled with a small smile, while Harry seemed determined to find something. "Is everything okay?" I furrowed my eyebrows curiously. "Yeah, no...uhm...stupid shit." He sighed rubbing his hand over his face. "Harry what's bothering you?" his gaze drifted across the room, apparently anywhere, but me was acceptable. Niall forgot to get coal and wood. We had run out. "I'll get some." Abigail muttering swaying inside, tying her hair upwards into a bun. "Yeah, I'll go with her." I smiled standing to my feet, Harry seemed relieved at the idea, yet sceptical at the same time. "Okay. Don't take too long. We might need it for tonight."

"Got it." With a nod of my head, I made way for the door heading to the car where Abby soon followed. "Well, you're welcome." She chuckled, my eyebrows furrowed. "For what exactly?" I stared ahead, turning my head to face her slightly. "For saving you from that awkward nightmare." She grinned starting the car. As much as I wanted to deny it, she was correct, it was an awkward nightmare back there. I didn't know how I was to face things when Liam would finally get back. "What are we going to do? How am I supposed to explain to him that I'm not pregnant?" I sighed tracing my finger across the fogged-up window beside me. "I...I don't know. All I know is we need to do it before Liam does." She was right, Liam telling him would be ten times worse for me, for him, for everyone. "Any chance you are actually pregnant, and this can turn out not to be so much of a lie?" Abby's voice hit me like a brick suddenly and it seemed my head pained more at that statement than anything else. "No, I am not really pregnant. I'm 70 percent certain of it."
"So, what about the other 30 percent?" she mumbled wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "No Abigail, a baby would only worsen things for us. Harry isn't ready for that and I won't be able to watch my child get treated this way or watch me get man-handled by its father." Nothing had seemed like much of an option for me, I would end up upsetting him either way. "What did the doctor say? You gone to make sure yet?" Abby's face flushed, and she cleared her throat quickly, shoving back her emotion. "I haven't gone yet."
"Abigail, you need to go so we can get an answer and stop this madness."
"I am scared okay, I don't want to know. I don't know what I would do if I am, Niall... he said such horrible things about having a kid to me when he found out it was you. Harry doesn't want a kid running around in the house let alone mine. I don't know what to do. I won't be able to kill it. I won't be able to keep it. I just don't know." She frowned wiping her cheek, gripping onto the steering wheel once more. "The traffic is thick, hm?"
"Yeah." I mumbled, trying to look forward at what was blocking it, but to no avail.