Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

Chapter 4: Azeelia

"Bye!" I called to Levi as I slung my over night bag across my shoulder. He waved his hand without looking up from his Vanity Fair magazine. I giggled and left his house. Jogging down the three flights of stairs to the parking lot, I wondered what this was like for the fetus growing inside me, bouncing around all the time. I cringed at the thought. Unlocking my car I slid in, starting the engine with a giddy feeling due to Harry coming home.

Looks like the stop lights were not on my side, every intersection I had to stop. But as I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, I realized Harry wouldn't be coming home for a while. The giddy feeling in my stomach was replaces with an anxious churning sensation, which I did not enjoy.

Once I was inside of my neat and tidy apartment I changed from my pajamas that I left Levi's in, to a pair of spandex shorts and a white beater. My black hair fell around my shoulders in curls. I sighed and walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, pouring a variety of chips into bowls.

I rubbed my relatively flat belly, smiling at the fact that it wasn't going to be like that for long. I hope she was as pretty as the baby is my dreams; she was, I knew it.

I snapped out of daydream and grabbed my bowls and sauntered into the living room. I arranged the chips on the coffee table from my favorite to my least favorite. I sunk into our cold leather couch, channel surfing until I found the new Glee episode. Foaming at the mouth for Jake, the hottest guy on the show by far, I shoveled the chips into my mouth at a rapid speed. When Jake sang to the outcast girl with the fat mom, I nearly broke down, it was too cute!

I heard a soft knock on the door, breaking me from my Glee filled haze. I wiped my eyes until I realized that could be Harry at the door. I sprinted from my seat to the front door swinging it open with all my might. I came face to face with Paul. My stomach dropped a little, where's Harry?

"Hey Pauly, whud up?" I said casually, he avoided my eyes and mumbled something inaudible, slipping past me and bounding up the stairs. I followed him as he made his way through our hallways, slipping into Harry and I's room, disappearing into our closet.

I leaned against the door frame and waited as he slipped out of our closet with all of Harry's suitcases. Panic rose in me quickly,

"Paul what are you doing?" I asked, my voice harsh and shaky. I watched as he threw Harry's plain shirts into the suitcases. My palms started to sweat with fear, why is he packing Harry's bags? He doesn't have a tour till next year!

"Paul what are you doing?!" I yelled, running my hand through my hair in panic. He looked up at me sadly, shaking his head, he let Harry's Jack Willis hoodie fall from his hands. I screamed. Why wasn't he answering my questions?

I heard a click, signaling that someone entered the house. I turned from the doorway and bounded down the stairs, only to be met by a pair of blood shot green eyes. Curls parted weirdly, cheeks glossy and wet. I didn't even notice the tears falling from my eyes, or that my legs were carrying me to his arms. I clung to him as if my life depended on it, and in the haze of confusion I was facing now, it felt right. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting nothing more then to be touching him. He walked until my back hit the wall, he gripped my thighs holding me in place.

I pulled away from the hug and looked into his green eyes, ignoring the red veins that stuck out in odd places. I squeezed his waits with my legs, brushing the curls from his face.

I felt a burning desire, a desire only he could fuel. A desire I have yearned for since he left. I looked from his eyes to his lips, something he would do, but I felt he needed me to take the lead. I leaned in slowly, letting our lips caress each other. The kiss was sweet, loving, but full of a fire that left me craving more. His lips had a strange salty taste to them, a wet salty taste.

I ran my fingers through his dry limp curls, once full or life.

I pulled away from the kiss and he dropped my thighs, my feet hitting the ground with a thud.

I caressed his wet cheek, wiping away the tears the fell slowly from his eyes.

"Baby what's wrong?" I asked, he smiled at me weakly.

"I love you so much Azeelia. I'm so sorry." He said, his voice was stranded and hoarse, not the deep husky I was use to.

"Harry..?" I said, the panic from before re kindling itself. He shook his head and kissed my lips, slowly creeping up the stairs. I followed him as I did Paul.

He got to the room and started to help Paul throw thing after thing into the suitcases. Fear, panic, confusion, and worry all mixed themselves in my stomach.

"What's happening?" I asked, the urgency in my tone made Harry snap his head up. I watched as A tear slipped from his green eyes.

"I'm leaving."

Some thing in his tone was telling me he wasn't coming home. He watched me after he said this, watched me fall to the ground. He looked at me like he could see my heart being ripped into shred, which it was, little microscopic pieces of my heart were flying around the room. I crawled into a corner and chocked on my tears, I wanted to leave this room, this house, but I couldn't because he'd stay in the end. Right?

I watched as he bounds over to me, reaching out his hand to wipe my tears, I flinched away and he started to weep. First softly, then a little louder. I glared at him, no words formed in my throat.

"I'm so sorry Azeelia. I hope one day, when this is all sorted you'll take me back." He spoke quietly, looking into my eyes as if it'd be the last time. I didn't want it to be the last time.

"Where are you going?" I managed to choke out.

"When I'm there I'll tell you." He said leaning in to kiss my cheek. I moved away from his lips, making him whimper.

"Why." I said, my voice more steady and demanding.

"I don't have a chose love, but I'll be back as soon as possible." He says, his pink lips trembling as he talked.

"C'mon Harry."

I shot my head up to see Paul carrying 2 suitcases full of Harry's stuff. Harry stood off shakily and strode out of the room.

I followed them with quick feet, Harry reached the front door. He was milliseconds from walking out of my life, but not with out a fight.

"Harry! Harry! Harry stop!" I pleaded. Harry whipped around, the tears in his eyes evident.

"I'm pregnant." I whispered, looking at the ground.

"You're lying." Harry replied, his voice had a hard edge to it.

"I'm not!" I retorted, tears swiftly escaping my eyes. The next thing I knew, his lips were in mine. The same burning passion ran through me, his large hands cupped my face, pulling me closer with every movement.

"I'm going to be a daddy?" Harry asked, joyful tears leaping from his eyes. I kissed them away, he wasn't going to leave.

"Yeah, you're gonna be a father. Of a beautiful baby girl named Darcy."

I watched as he dropped to his knees I front of me, he kissed my baby bump, the start of our baby.

"I'm sorry Darcy. I love you, and I love you're mumsie."

He got up and walked out the door.

Out of my life.

Out of the dream.

He didn't even look back.

I could hear the words repeat themselves in my head.

'He doesn't love us.'