Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

Chapter 5: Harry

   I cried as Paul drove through New York, getting suck in traffic every 5 seconds. I looked out at the city, even at 8 o'clock at night there's parents and kids shuffling around the busy streets. I didn't bother wiping away tears, I didn't bother moving my head from the window. I don't care if the paparazzi found me crying, I want them to, then Azeelia will know she's not alone.

     But she is alone. She's very alone, and pregnant. Pregnant with my baby. While am being paid to go date random girls, tell the media me and Azeelia are done. Maybe at every interview I'll have a different girl, a different girl that will never be my baby girl.

                                                                              FLASHBACK

The sound of my dress shoes clicking against the marble floors of SYCO only intensified the reality of the situation.

"Hey Harry!" Lorrie, the intern, called waving her hand frantically. I gave a her a soft smile and nod, her smile disappeared.

Coming into the elevator I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to calm myself down. It's probably a prank anyways. I walked through the carpeted hallways until I came face to face with his office. I was scared to go in, who wouldn't be? He's trying to rip the love of my life away from me.

"'Come in." His voice sounded gruff and mean, just like him. My hands were sleek with nervous sweat. I gripped the cold metal  handle and walked in. Simon sat at his large mahogany desk, a sly smile playing on his thin lips.

"Hello." I greeted, with a nod. He gestured the the leather chair in front of his desk, I sat. He filled through some files on his desk, humming as he did so.

"So, Harry.I'm sorry that I have to do this to you. It is for the benefit of the band never the less, but you're going to have to leave her." He said with a sigh, clapping his hands on the table.

"I know," I answered solemnly.

"But I'm not going to."

His expression told me he was sorry for me. He let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Harry, don't make this hard on yourself." He breathed.

"Simon. I'm not leaving her." I stated.

"Harry, if you don't leave her we'll kick you out of the band. Then the band will fall apart, your 4 best mates dreams gone." He was getting mad, I could hear it in his tone.

"Why are you doing this Simon?" I pleaded, my hands shaking from anger and fear.

'She's not good for your image. To be married isn't good for your image." He said, causing a low scoff to escape my lips.

"Simon, the fans think I'm a sweet little gumdrop, or something. The only people that see me as a man whore is everyone outside of the fandom. Aren't we suppose to be making the fans happy?" I countered. I knew my fans, they didn't think I was a man whore, and I'm positive they wouldn't wan me to be one.

"You don't have to get intimate. Just kisses." He said as he wrote notes onto a pad of paper. The thought of kissing someone other then Azeelia made my stomach knot.

"No! That's crazy!" I screamed, standing up from the chair.

"Harry you don't have a choice." Simon said simply.

"I do! I won't do this to her! I won't do this to me! We deserve each other!" I screamed at him.

"Then your out of the band." Simon said, crossing his hands. I was fuming with anger.