the baby project | harry styles

Chapter 23 - The Blues

Harry's POV

It was confirmed. I had the blues—badly. I was back on the road with the boys, and it's already been four weeks. I was missing Cheryl so much. It was so bad that I was starting to drink more than I needed to, and sometimes I would wake up with a bitching hangover.

And on top of that the media came out with the sex of our baby. Also, someone snapped a picture of me at a pub and then photo-shopped some girl kissing me. It was a bunch of nonsense—another major bump in this journey. I really hoped that Cheryl didn't see it. At first I thought it was real, but the boys reassured me that I was with them the entire time. I didn't remember for myself because I had gotten pretty drunk that night. But if Cheryl ever saw it, She would probably never believe me—that's how much the picture looked real.

Meanwhile, I was on the phone with Phil, trying my hardest to get him to delete that picture of me and that girl. "Will you just delete it? Think of how Cheryl will feel if she see's that!" I snapped at him who seemed to not be listening to a word I was saying.

"Are you sure it's not real? I mean I've never seen a photoshop so accurately done before." Phil said, attempting to sound innocent. He just didn't want to delete it because it would cost him money out of his pocket.

I banged my fist on the table, "Of course it's not real! I would never do anything like that to Cheryl!"

Phil laughed evilly, "You know I can't get rid of real photos. I'm not permitted to do that. Ever heard of freedom of the press?" Phil just wanted to make my life harder than it already was—having to leave my pregnant wife to deal with a tour.

"It isn't real! You can get rid of something that isn't real!" I yelled as the boys around me remained silent, a little intimidated by me. They usually didn't see this side of me—no one did. I couldn't help my anger; Phil wasn't listening to me.

"Okay Styles, calm down. I'll see what I can do," The fat man ordered agressively as I furrowed my eyebrows into an angle. That almost always meant that he was never going to do anything about it; and it pissed me off.

I slammed my phone on the table, not hard enough to crack it, and stood up, storming away from the boys. I needed a little time to myself to let this all sink in. Cheryl was probably going to find out, and I was probably going to suffer. Again.

I rested my head in my hands with a sigh of frustration. I didn't know what I was going to do or what I was supposed to do. I was worried about my relationship with Cheryl, but all I could do was wait and hope that she didn't see it.

It was time for another concert in the Netherlands, even though I really wasn't in the mood for it. But I guess I didn't have a choice. I put on a smile for all the fans because it's what they deserved.

A happy Harold is what they bought a ticket for anyway.

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After the concert that turned out not to be that bad, the lads and I went to our reserved hotel room and washed up—I did anyway. Since I had nothing better to do, I dug my phone out of my pocket and looked through my notifications. I saw that I had four unread texts from Cheryl. I tapped her name; which brought me to the messages: <Hey> + <Harry, we need to talk> + <U there?> + <Text me whenever you get this>

I stared at the words "we need to talk" and swallowed hard. Those were never good words. Those words literally scared the life out of me.

Daringly, I texted back <Hey babe. What's up?> and waited anxiously for her to reply. This was probably the most intense thing I had ever endured besides making love with Cheryl. This was absolutely suspenseful.

<Harry. Idk how to say this.> Cheryl sent back almost immediately as I shook my head, tears starting to rush to the edge of my eyes.

I responded with <What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?> I was so frightened for my relationship. I just knew this "talk" wasn't going to end well.

<You know I love you very much with all my heart. But I don't think that it's very nice to see you with your lips all over another girl. And I think it would be best for us to stop seeing each other. Our baby girl can't grow up in all this fame.> My eyes scanned the text several times that Cheryl had sent. This wasn't happening. It wasn't Cheryl. It couldn't be.

<What are you saying?> I typed back slowly as I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest, straight out of my mouth. I was hurting intensively inside.

<I'm saying that this isn't a good environment for our baby to grow up in, and I think we should see other people.> I stared at the next text she sent in horror. Was she trying to blame this on me? This wasn't my fault! She's the one who even wanted to be the mum of our baby in the first place!

<Cheryl, you chose this. This is what I have to offer.> I typed as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. This wasn't fair. I was losing the one I loved more than anyone in the whole world all because of a stupid picture. This couldn't be happening.

<Harry. I'm sorry. You know I love you.>

<I don't believe that this is Cheryl.>

<It is.>

<Call me.>

I dried my tears, waiting for my phone to ring. I knew it wasn't Cheryl. Someone had to be pranking me. Cheryl wouldn't do this; I knew for sure.

My throat closed up as the thought of Harrison bubbled up into my mind. No one ever called me, and no one ever texted back.

So I knew for sure that it wasn't Cheryl, and I started worrying about her. Either Harrison hacked her phone somehow or he got her phone personally by coming to our house.

I was going to find out by all means. I was going to get to her as soon as possible.

No more blues, I told myself.

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