Im pregnant with twins from Harry Styles

Cry

I sit in the couch lamenting myself. Turns out I never asked any of the boys for their numbers since we were always together, so now I have no way of contacting them without the whole world knowing, which probably means crazy psycho girl will also know I'm trying to contact the boys. I now see my decision was pretty stupid, I should've just called someone, a security guard or just one of the boys and told them about how some girl was trying to murder me. Well it's too late now, woo go Becka with your out of time ideas! I take another spoon full from the caramel ice cream and slowly slip from the couch, laying on the floor and just staring at the ceiling drowning myself in self pity.

Amanda took the kids to school and then taking them out somewhere or something like that, I wasn't really paying attention, I was too busy being sad. And the boys went to work. I really need to get a job, but I rally don't want to. But you know, a single mother's gotta do, what a single mother's gotta do. Of course I wouldn't be single if I hadn't been so stupid. My stomach turns and I make my way to the bathroom as fast as I can and throw it's contents out. I groan and brush my teeth.

"Just perfect, I'm coming up with something" I say to myself in the mirror brushing my hair out of my face. I go back to the living room, picking up Micheal's laptop on the way, I sit on the couch and log onto twitter and tumblr wanting to see if there was anything interesting going on. The show must be over by now.

Of course I'm not checking for more than five minutes before I get sad and frustrated because Harry looks so sad and I just want to hug him and kiss him but I can't because I was dumb and know it's too late. I sob into my hands, because I just feel like crying, and then hug my legs to my chest hugging myself tightly.

***Harry's POV. Ooooh what an exciting change***

What did I do wrong now.

I'm trying to think of something I did wrong to ruin it this time. I'm certain it was on me, I always mess it up. I pull my hair curling into a little ball under the covers. I thought we were good, I thought she was as happy as I was, maybe she wasn't. I never really asked. Fuck, maybe I was too blinded with what I wanted to see that I didn't realize she was unhappy. Maybe she never really wanted to get back to me for what I did before and I forced her to be with me because she felt pity and she's such a nice person and, and... maybe I just.... i just... ruined it.

I finally had everything I needed and wanted, but somehow I fucking ruined it.

I sob into the covers my hair sticking to my wet cheeks.

"Mate" I hear Niall softly say as he rubs my back. I didn't even hear him coming into the room.

"It was my fault" I say barely above a whisper.

"No, no Harry, I'm sure it wasn't because of you, she probably had other reasons"

"Why didn't she tell us then?"

"I don't know maybe-" I throw the covers off of me and scream at the poor blonde.

"No! She didn't want to see me ever again because she hates me!" I then break down crying again and Niall just pulls me into a hug, I sob on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream a t you"

"Shhh, it's okay, baby" He says jokingly and I smile.

"Don't call me baby" He laughs. I breath slowly trying to think of anything else, other than Becka hating me because I fucking fucked it all up.

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey

Soooo, How's it going?

Christmas is tomorrow and I want you guys to tell me what you got kay? cool.

Oh and also wish mah baby loueh a happy birthday because he is 23 now and I'm so proud and happy and I just wanna marry him and he makes my ovaries explode and I just want to kiss him all day.

Got it? cool.

I luv you, and Louis.

Bye! :) :*