I Just Want to be Loved

Telling Someone

Ever two god damn hours I had to wake Harry up. Every two god damn hours. I could tell that Harry was as annoyed with it as I was, but somehow it felt familiar.

Then it hit me. Brett used to always cry at night, just like any other baby. I could feel tears filling my eyes.

I as I laid in Harrys arms, I cried. I wasn't sure how long it was before my body was shaking as I sobbed, but after a while, I felt Harry's arms tighten around me again.

"You know, I never like waking up in a bed with a crying girl," he whispered in my ear.

"Don't worry," I told him through my tears, "It's not your fault."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I muttered, but I knew he didn't believe me.

"I know you're lying. What is it?"

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," I said to him and we both laughed.

"Now I'm really curious."

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough," I informed him and I dried my eyes.

"Let me guess, the paps are going to find out then it's going to be all over twitter?"

"You are correct sir."

"Come on, just tell me. I promise I won't tell any of the guys." I could tell that Harry was being sincere, but I just didn't know how he would react. "Please Britt. The paps have a real talent at finding things from your past. If you tell me, I can help you deny it or something."

"Harry, it's not something that I ever would, or could, deny. Also, I feel like if I should tell any of you guys, I should tell Niall. He is my brother after all."

"Britt, it's your Hazzabear. You can tell me anything."

"Okay," I said and sat up. "You really want to know?"

Harry sat up too and was nodding like crazy.

"Okay, here it goes. I was a mum," I told him and I could see his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

"But how?" he asked.

"Well, I had sex, and nine months later I had a baby."

"Who's the dad?" Harry demanded. "It's Jake, isn't it? I knew you guys were too close to just be friends." At that, I just started to laugh. I couldn't help. The way Harry was being overly protective of me was hilarious. It was as if he cared about me even in the past.

"Yes," I told him, "it was Jake."

"I'm going to kill him," Harry said and started to get off the bed, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't, please. It's all over now. We're only friends. He's like my brother and without him, I would still be dead inside." 'and to the world,' I added in my head. I could feel the tears coming back to my eyes, and Harry gave me a hug.

"Please, don't cry again. I don't like seeing you hurt."

"H-he's gone!" I sobbed and I pulled Harry closer to me. I just couldn't be alone right now.

"What? Who?" Harry asked in concern.

"Brett, my baby, he's gone," I cried.

Harry tightened his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Shhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh. It's okay. I promise you, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here," he kept repeating in a calming voice, but it was just making me cry harder because more memories flooded my mind.

"Brittany, you need to calm down, you' need to breath" Harry informed me.

After a few moments, a stopped sobbing and was just crying.