FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

FORTY-SEVEN.

NOVEMBER, 2019. CONT.

Call me YMW Melly because I have murder on my mind.

"Monet...let's take a deep breath now." Blair attempts as she hurries behind me.

I don't even listen to her. My brain is too scrambled by the fucked up image in front of me. I'm in heels but I could win a race right now.

Anger fuels my heart, replacing the blood that once pumped through my veins. Red. All I see is red as I shove the door to the diner open and storm inside.

"Oh, Jesus." Benny groans.

Grace looks like she's seen a ghost and River sits back in surprise. I slam my hands against the table causing the silverware to rattle. My eyes land on the small sonogram photo resting between them.

I can feel the blood draining out of my body as I glance between them. I'm going to be sick all over this table and them.

Suddenly, the anger is gone. All out of me. It's replaced with sadness.

"I was right." I whisper, my eyes glued to the image.

"Right about what?" River snaps at Grace.

"You didn't hit me because you were offended. You hit me because I was right and you got caught."

"You fucking idiot. Could you have been anymore obvious?" He hisses at her as she lowers her head.

"You're sick. Both of you." I utter before stumbling back and out of the diner for some air.

Benny and Blair are hot on my heels, worry evident in their expressions.

"What the fuck just happened?" Blair breathes out, searching for any emotion on my face.

But I can't feel anything. I can't even think straight right now.

"The baby isn't Harry's. It's River's. They were conning Harry." I whisper, pressing my back against the outside of the diner.

"What are you going to do?" Benny asks me.

What can I do?

"Harry will be back in two days. Until then, I'm going home."

-

Blair and Benny decided to keep their distance. I'm
pretty sure they knew I'd probably bite one of their heads off if they tried to approach me right now. Especially with all these emotions running through my body.

Harry comes home today. I've been racking my brain trying to figure out what to tell him.

How do you tell someone their baby isn't really their baby?

I spent the past two days overthinking everything. So if the baby is River's why did they want Harry to believe it's his? For money? Fame? What for?

All I know is I was right. And deep down I didn't want to be.

He's supposed to be back at his house within the next 30 minutes. So, I took the 25 minute drive and headed over there to catch him. I looked like a creep just sitting on his doorstep, but I left his spare key by his door the night he broke up with me.

Figured I didn't need it anymore.

The guard to the private area let me in, though. Which only means one thing.

He never took me off the list.

That gave me some hope. That someway, somehow, he still wanted me in his life despite turning me away. But just not the way I want him.