Everything You're Not (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Seventeen - Barely Breathing

Louis shook his head. "No, you're not. You can't be. How?" he asked.

"What do you mean how? Don't you remember?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows, making my nose crinkle.

"I mean, of course I remember, but it's just... shocking. I'm going to be a father?" he asked, trying to take in everything.

I nodded my head. "Well, I hope."

"This is crazy. I can't possibly do this. I can't be a father. I-I don't know how. And what about publicity? Everything that I have will be gone. I mean, of course I'm still that Louis that tried out for X-Factor, but I'm not going to be... innocent. I - I can't do this," he said, panicked.

I looked at him, shocked. "The publicity? That's what you're worried about? What about me? The baby? What about us? We're not important anymore?" I asked angrily.

"N-no. Of course you guys are important, but really? What are people going to think when they find out that I got a girl pregnant - especially Harry's ex girlfriend!" he exclaimed.

I scoffed. "Fine, I get it. You obviously don't want me or the baby. If you don't want us then fine. Then let me ask for one thing. I don't want you to go near the baby when it's grown. I don't want you to pay for anything that the baby needs. I don't want you near the baby AT ALL. And I ESPECIALLY don't want you near me," I said quickly, then walked out of the room and onto the campus.

I could hear him calling my name as he ran after me. "Driana, wait!" he continuously yelled.

I turned around, beyond the point of pissed off. "What!? I told you to leave us alone! You obviously DO NOT want the baby because of your stupid publicity. So fine, don't have her!" I yelled.

"Okay, calm down. Of course I want the baby. She's my creation too."

"She?" I asked.

"Well, I pictured my daughter to be a she."

"Yeah, well, she's not your daughter anymore," I retorted.

"I need her!"

"And I need you, but that's not going to happen, now is it!?" I yelled back. I was so frustrated, and I didn't have time. I wanted to scream so loud, and I wanted to give up already. But I couldn't. I just turned around and kept walking.

"Driana!" he yelled after me.

"Leave me alone, Louis!"

I didn't really know where I was walking until I got there. I knocked on the door. A messy haired boy opened the door. "Dri? What are you doing here?"

A tear slipped from my eye. I didn't know why, but I kept coming back to him. Everytime that I had a bad moment, I always came back to him. What does that mean? "I-I'm sorry. I know I keep coming to you. I know, but I just can't help it. I really need to talk..." I trailed off.

"I thought you were mad at me," he said groggily. It was as if he had just woken up.

"I was, but I don't care that you did it. I get why you did it. I just really need to talk."

"Okay, come in," he said, turning to his side, letting me in. He closed the door after me, and we both sat in the living room. "So, what's up?"

"Harry, I'm p-pregnant."

"You're what?" he asked, obviously shocked.

"I-I'm pregnant."

"But the last time we - oh... Louis's baby. Why are you telling me? Why aren't you telling Louis?" he asked, confused. 

"I did tell him," I replied, my voice was hoarse.

"Then why aren't you celebrating?" he questioned.

"He doesn't want the baby."

"That's impossible. He loves kids."

"Apparently not.. I just needed someone to talk to to about it. I don't know how, but I need to find away for that baby to survive."

"Do you want to stay with me for a while?" he asked. "Maybe we can come up with ideas for the baby - stuff that you can do?" he suggested.

"Okay..."'

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OKAY, I know it sucks, but I had no idea what to write. Sorry.

-Caitlyn