More Than A Memory

Chapter 2

~ Tonight I'm Getting Over You ~ 

That day when I figured I was pregnant I was going to tell my mom but when she came home that night she was in such a good mood. I couldn't break the news to her then.

"You have to tell her," Danielle pushed me towards the door. "Now," Eleanor added.

"Guys, I can't! She's in such a good mood." I whined.

"Well than tell Harry," Danielle pushed, as Eleanor tossed me my phone.

"He doesn't deserve to know," I hissed throwing my phone back on my bed. "I am not going to tell him. And when you girls go back on tour with the boys, you can't tell Harry or the boys. You can't tell anyone."

They groaned but agreed to keep it a secret from everyone.

"I will tell my mum when I'm ready." I assured them.

"Tell me what sweetheart?" My mum walked in, carrying a basket of clothes and set it down beside my bed.

"Hi Danielle, Hi Eleanor. I didn't know you girls were here." My mum gave them a light hug.

"So what were you going to tell me?" My mum sat on my bed. Eleanor gave my hand a little squeeze before dragging Danielle out of my room. I sighed as I grabbed my mum's hand and sat down.

"Okay, I'm just going to say this." I inhaled then exhaled, and shut my eyes tight. "I'm pregnant." I opened my eyes. I was surprised by my mum's reply.

"I'm gonna be a grandma!" She retorted and pulled me into a hug. 

"How far along are you?"

"About two and a half weeks, so my stomach isn't showing yet. Why aren't you mad?" I uttered; releaved she didn't kill me

"Don't be silly, I got pregnant when I was 16 so I have no reason to be mad at you. Harry is the father though right?" My mum raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." I squeaked.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I could hear the worry in her voice. "Harry left me." I croaked as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes once again.

"That bastard." My mum shook her head. "Mum, its okay. I understand why he did though. The media would make a big deal out of the pregnancy, it would ruin, not only his career but the band as a whole. Not to mention management would kill him." I exhaled loudly.

"Plus, I don't want my child to live in a house where she can't leave without being bombarded by papparazzi. I don't want her to be scared to play outside." I admitted.

"Isn't too early know the sex?" I let out a small laugh. "It is, but I have this gut feeling it'll be a girl." I patted my stomach. "Harry and I always said if we had a girl, we would call her Darcy." I uttered dreamily and distant.

"I'm very excited to be a grandmother, but I don't want the baby growing up without a father..." My mum trailed off. "Like I did." I found the correct words to say.

"Yes. I am so so sorry darling." Sge pulled into her chest and kissed my forehead while stroking my hair. "Don't say sorry, its not your fault."

"I have to finish the laundry. Be careful okay. Remember everything you do effects, both of you." My mum warned, glancing at my stomach and smiled.

"I'm so proud of you." She stood up, helping me up. "Why?" She was proud of me being pregnant at 19 and Harry leaving me. I was nothing special. And nothing to be proud of. 

"For doing this on your own, even though you have me, Eleanor and Danielle. When I was pregnant I was never strong. I alway had to lean on someone." My mum rubbed my arm. "But you are so independent." She kissed my forehead once more before leaving.

I layed back down on the bed and closed my eyes sleeping. I'm so glad she didn't kick me out, or yell at me. She was always so understanding. I love her to death. I rested my hands on my stomach..I felt the matress sink slight underneath me. 

"Aww."

"She's protecting the baby."

My phone rang. I sat up and picked it up. 

Unknown number calling

Even though I deleted his number, I could remember it in a heart beat. It was written in my head and engraved in my heart.

"What do you want?" I answered coldy. 

Harry sniffed. "Look... I k-know what I said was harsh but how d-do you think I feel. I d-didn't want to do it but -"

"No you look. I don't care how you feel. You broke my heart, so why should I care how you feel." I scoffed. "You can't even take responsiblitly for your actions. That's not my fault. You are a prick. Don't call me again."

"Please just-"

"NO! Shut up! Just shut the hell up!!" I snapped. I threw the phone at the wall and started crying. Eleanor layed me back down on her chest and just let me cry. She didn't ask questions and that's what I love about her and Danielle. They knew what made me better. They knew better than I did.

Danielle dashed out of the the room. She came back moments later with an arm full of magazines, DVDs, and CDs. The other with a cup of tea.