Those Curls

Chapter 35

Liam's P.O.V

I was sitting on the back deck of my flat when I heard my phone going off from inside. It was probably Louis telling me I needed to go talk to Brooklyn again.

I hadn't left my flat since I told Brooklyn not to talk to me again, and I was praying she would somehow forgive me. She was my best friend, and every friendship has fights, right?

I opened the sliding glass door and went over to my phone on the kitchen counter. It was lit up and on the screen it said I had three new text messages. I grabbed my phone and went upstairs to my room, then plopped down on my bed. I unlocked my phone and read the text I had from Louis first.

Just go talk to her. I know she needs you now more than ever.

What does he mean? How could he know how much she needs me or why she needs me? How could he know unless Brooklyn has something big she isn't telling me that involves me.

What am I thinking? She tells me everything. I did tell her never to come back to me, though. But why would she? She has Harry now.

I decided to stop thinking about it and check my other texts. One was from Brooklyn and one was from Niall's girlfriend Mallory. Me and her had become somewhat close in the past month. Niall and Mallory had come over a few times so Ava could play with Sophie and so they could hang out with us.

Hey Liam. Call Brooklyn. She needs you right now.

How does she know Brooklyn needs me too? Does Brooklyn tell everybody things that might involve me to all other people? I have to look at Brook's text now. I opened up her text and gave one good look at the message.

I'm pregnant...

I dropped my phone and I couldn't beleive what I read.

Brooklyn's pregnant.

And it's my baby.

Mallory's P.O.V

"Brooklyn, you have to tell him more than just you're pregnant. He'll freak out if that's all he sees. You need to ask him to come over. He's probably freaking out right now acutally. Brooklyn, your going to give him a heart attack! You-"

"Mallory, you're more stressed out than me. And I'm the pregnant one. I'm the one with two kids already. They're Harry's kids. And this is Liam's baby. Should I be stressed? Because I am. Oh god, Mallory, I'm going to have to give birth again. Mallory, I don't want to give birth again." I paced around the living room with Mallory while Lux watched my every move.

"I think you're more stressed now." Mallory said.

"Because I didn't realize how stressed I was until you said you were stressed, or acted stressed, and then I realized I was stressed. Oh god, what will Harry say? What will he think? Harry cannot leave me again. No, because Liam said not to come back to him and-"

"Calm down, babe. Mummy's overreacting isn't she Luxy?" She asked Lux in that baby voice everybody uses with Lux and sometimes with Sophie.

"Yes." She answered, holding onto Mallory's hands and wobbling over to me. I scooped her up and kissed her chubby cheeks. She let out those giggles that I love to death. For some reason it made me a little more confident about having another baby.

"I remember when Ava was this young. She was exactly Iike Lux, but so much smaller. Ava has always been short. She took Niall's genes there." We both laughed and I sat down next to her.

"What if Harry finds out before I tell him?" I asked just as I heard keys unlock the front door. I put Lux down and shot up just in time to see Harry walking in with Sophie right behind him. She had tear stains on her cheeks so I ran over and knelt down next to her. "What happened?" I asked, picking Sophie up and walking over to Harry.

"Some fans were inside and they scared her." Harry said, putting the bag down on the couch and sitting next to Mallory and Lux on the floor.

"Oh God. Did you go all Daddy Styles on them?"

Harry and I made up this little code name for when he got over protective of Sophie and Lux.

"Maybe a bit." He trailed off. I went into the kitchen and set Sophie on the counter, then got a wet rag and wiped her cheeks off. I went back into the living rooms and let Sophie go play with Ashlie and her new doll.

"I have to get home to Niall and Ava, but I'll call you." Mallory sad, standing up and giving me that Tell him now look. I took her seat and she smiled at me. She walked out after grabbing her purse and Harry put his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into his chest and smelled his Blue by Chanel aftershave.

"Don't you want another when we're older?" He asked out of the blue.

Lux was playing with one of Sophie's dolls and they looked adorable playing together.

"Yeah. Um.. Harry? You know how I was with Liam?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Harry said slowly.

"I... I'm pregnant with his baby." I looked up at him and he was staring down at me with anger.

"You're what!" He yelled, causing Sophie and Lux to look back at us.

"I didn't ask for this to happen! Do you think I want three kids and I'm only eighteen? I can't do anything now." I shot up and ran to my room, locking the door behind me. Harry followed behind me but I didn't care anymore.

"Brooklyn. Open the door." I sobbed loudly into my pillow to tell him no. "Fine. But you can understand why I'm mad, right? Well, it's more like a betrayed feeling." I took my head off of my pillow and looked at the door.

"Harry, did you just say you feel betrayed? You feel fucking betrayed, by me? By me! Yeah I might be pregnant but you feel betrayed by me? You left me with two baby girls when you promised you wouldn't leave me at all! I should still be mad at you, but you feel betrayed by me? Oh my God. I can't believe you." I was furious now.

There was silence behind the door, so I grabbed my suitcases and packed up everything, then did the same for the girls once in as sure Harry wasn't upstairs.

Mallory said there was a flat on her level that was available, so she reserved the flat for me and paid them the first month's payment. I would pay her back when I got there.

I'm moving.

I'm moving away from Harry who I.. Betrayed.