Just Between Us [Zarry] Mpreg (Boyxboy)

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"I remember we were on the bleachers, sharing secrets when we looked up, it'd be where did the time go?

And I remember you would hold my hand and call me baby while we're dancing in the parking lot so slow.

Bittersweet, those memories and I see you with her now.

And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart. And it breaks my heart, to see you happy without me."

- Happy Without Me ; Chloe x Halle

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I decided to write this at the last minute. I wasn't planning on doing it but when I was reading through the book I saw how I never really wrote a scene where Harry and Niall addressed Harry's pregnancy.

To remind the people who don't remember, Niall was in the hospital with all the guys and they found out Harry was pregnant and Niall abruptly left because he was feeling different emotions.

So without further ado, here you go.

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Niall

"What's wrong Niall?" Harry asked me before pulling my hand gently so that we were sitting next to each other on his soft cushion. We were in his apartment alone.

Harry called me over and I'm pretty sure it was because of how I reacted yesterday. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I wanted to be happy for Harry's pregnancy but to hear that he was pregnant just broke something inside of me.

I feel like I'm always riding on this carousel that never stops with Harry and I love Liam. I love being with him but I don't understand why I feel the way I feel right now.

I have love for Harry. I want to see him happy but he hasn't even been with Zayn that long and now they're having a child?

What is this?

Anger? Jealousy? Agony?

I just couldn't believe it yesterday. I'm trying to wrap my head around it because I can't be a hypocrite. I can't say I want Liam and then I get upset when Harry is progressing in his relationship with Zayn.

It'd be selfish of me to not let him be happy.

So, Harry asking me what's wrong just made tears fall from my eyes. And hell, I don't even know where they came from. They just started and I couldn't control them.

Maybe this is my body's way of getting Harry out of my system. We can't keep doing this back and forth. I feel like I never actually told myself that we're over.

Not just over because we're not in a relationship but over. No more keeping Harry up with my stupid phone calls in the middle of the night. No more waking up to all the different types of foods he'll make us for breakfast.

No more sex. No more body contact. No more complaining to him about how some idiot tried to ruin my day. No more hearing his voice in my ear as he held me so I could fall asleep.

No more us.

And when I woke up that day in my house with Harry the day after we had sex, I thought I was completely over him and it. I thought it was behind me but it isn't because us not being exactly together is bothering me.

I may look selfish but when it comes to Harry, I am. I've never seen him in another relationship. Never. I was his first relationship. Even when we broke up, he never moved on to someone else.