Second Year Teacher

Chapter 28: Flat Party... Part 2!

Lexi's POV-

I let out a loud sigh, looking down at my finger. "Harry, its so beautiful" I said, taking his hand, as we stood outside Louis' flat. "I know, but, your so much prettier!" Harry said, putting his thumb in the crook of my chin, pulling me in for a kiss, when. "Guys! Come on in!" Louis said, welcoming us in with his big smile. "Louis, guess what?" I squealed. "Omg, what?" Lou said, mocking my voice, which he's gotten pretty good at these past few months. "Look!" I said, sticking my hand out. "Oh my God! It's beautiful!" Louis screamed, smiling as he eyed the little diamond in the center, "You guys definitely make the cutest couple!" Lou said, throwing his arms around my finacee, I loved saying that now.

"So, when's the wedding?" Lou said, sitting us down on the little green plush couch. I shrugged, "Well, this just happened barely an hour ago. But guess who we ran into" I whispered, as I saw him appear from the back hallway. I froze, gripping onto Harry's hand. "Alexis, Harry" Peter stood there, a warming smile on his face. "P...-Peter?" my voice trembled. Lou's eyes grew wide, he turned around to see Peter stepping closer. Harry threw his arms around me, pulling me into him.

"Get off pretty boy" Peter mumbled, pushing me into Lou, then swinging at Harry. Harry ducked, but didn't miss the blow to the stomach. Harry flew back into the glass table. Landing right in the center, shattering it everywhere. We heard a loud crack come from his body, it killed me hearing him moan in pain, watching his eyes roll back as he went unconcious. "Harry" I screamed, grabbing his bloody hands, "Harry!" I cried. "You can't leave me" tears flooding down my face, ruining my perfect make - up from dinner. "I... I'm pregnant" I said, collapsing onto his motionless chest.

I focused my red eyes on Peter, who was standing there in horror. "Your, what?" he asked me, pulling me up, and holding my throat against the wall. "Yes Peter. I am pregnant!" I said, trying to wiggle myself free from his grip. The pressure in my throat, compressing my windpipe to nothing, Louis pulled me out from Peter's grip.

"Everything you said to Harry, about Peter was true, right?" Lou's blue eyes glistened almost green with fear, as he stared straight into my face. "Why would I lie to Harry?" I said as Louis pulled me into a tight hug. "You sick bastard" Louis jeered at Peter, "Peter said you lied." Louis said, nodding his head. "We... We need to get Harry to the hospital..." Louis whispered. "I'll go get Abb- Julia" Louis said, rushing over to the back room.

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My stare darted to Peter, his eyes glued to Harry. "This was all a part of your plan, huh?" I shouted at Peter. "Wasn't it? To take away everyone I love, so I'd have to be with you again" I said, biting my bottom lip. "I signed those divorce papers for a reason" I said, nervously smiling, wiping the smudged eyeliner off my face. "You know exactly why, Peter, I don't want to be with you. How many times do I have to say that?" I said, taking a step closer to Peter. His eyes still glued to Harry, he didn't make a sound. "Now do you feel my pain? You probably just killed my finacee, we've been engaged for less than an hour Peter. Why can't you just be happy for me?" I sobbed, slapping my hands to my sides.

"Is it just that hard to be happy for me?" I questioned, looking at Harry. "What Harry and I have is special, and always will be. He's come to my rescue, cared for Julia like he's her father, and he stood up to you" I scrunched my face up. "When my Mr. Right came in, and sweeped me off my feet, you had to go take him down...." My gaze fell to the floor. "I... I actually called my mum and father on the way here..." I felt Peter look up. "I told them how I got engaged again, and they were actually happy, I thought I heard my father cry" I saw Peter's eyes tearing up. "You tore me away from my own parents, and your not tearing this baby's family apart" I yelled, pointing to my stomach.

"Let's go." Lou said, handing me Julia, as he picked Harry up off the floor. I closed the door, Peter was still standing there, staring at the broken glass table. But it was so true, he wouldn't tear this baby's family apart, not without a fight.