One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 9.

                                                                         **Harry's POV:**

The last thing I saw. Her white dress skidded behind her as she rammed the limo door open, and kicked  off her pumps, running into the street.

"VICTORIA!" I yelled. But It was too late. A car was charging towards her in full speed. I slid scross the limo seat, and jumped out, ready to hold her safely from the car. 

"Harry?"

"Are you TRYING to get yourself killed?!" I heard myself say, panting like a dog. She was laying in my arms, her head dramatically in my lap. The car had stoppd to a halt, and screeched. She almost got run over. Almost.

"Harry, just take me home."

"To your home...or our house?" I asked, and i heard her gulp. We had recently purchased a homey house together, up on a hill, fairly large and spacious.

"Ours." She said, and there was a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She leaped up wobbily from my lap, and ran over to the car, apologizing like crazy before settling back into the limo with me. There was a line up of cars just perched behind us, honking. Some people's heads were stuck out of their windows, wondering what had happened.

"To our house, please." I said to the limo driver. He nodded, and reversed the car, once again earning to honks of many angry drivers.

"They hate us." I chuckled. But my dry humor just tinged awkwardly in the car. The limo driver harrumphed weirdly, and Victoria was looking outside of the window, and i could swear a tear drop plopped down on her cheek.

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We had both changed into pajamas, and were lounging in the sunroom, sipping hot cocoa i had made as an apology. But then again, i didn't know what i would be apologizing for. I really didn't know what I did.

"Harry, we need to talk."

"Yeah. You haven't talked to me since the whole highway incident."

"Don't bring it up." She snapped, and then sighed loudly and looked at her belly.

"Look, Victoria. I'm thrilled that we're starting a family...but don't you think we should wait a while before...err...having children?"

"So what do you want me to do? Abort the baby?" She asked, wisps of curly hair falling from her bun as she shook her head in disagreement.

Silence filled the room.

"You do? Harry really?" She asked, her face going red in several places.

"Well..."

"I refuse to! Don't you know abortion is a sin? Wouldn't you feel bad, anyhow? Huh?"

"Is this really our first fight, Vic? Are you threatening to divorce me? Especially after us getting wedded in the last 3 hours."

"Listen, Haz." I lightened up as soon as she warmly used my nickname.

"Sometimes you can be an idiot child. But i know you're better than that. You can't expect me to be happy that your career would change, and life would  be different for you with a baby. But I don't feel comfortable with an abortion. Especially if you're telling me to have one. You know how painful that probably is? And you know, it's weird having a baby...especially when you're so young. But media doesn't have to know. We have a large house. She doesn't have to be exposed to anybody." She said.

"So it's a girl?" I asked.

She laughed dryly. "I dunno. Maybe"

"You've changed." I said

"How?" She asked, and her head tilted like a puppy dogs'.

"Well, you used to be obsessed with setting pranks, and getting me aggravated. I didn't think you were the one to be so esctatic with being pregnant. I thought you were the type of partner to have fun, and be my type, ya know?" 

"Fine." She responded quickly. Her face slowly gilded into a deep shade of purple, then transferred into red. Which was quite odd.

"So...fine? What? I'm so confused."

"I'm not having the baby. I guess you can set up an abortion date or something for the weekend. Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm going bonkers, and I'm just being the female version of a douche. Besides, what in the world am I going to do with a baby? You going to concerts, and me stay here with a bawling bundle of a poop machine? No thanks. Maybe you're right." She said, and then clucked her tongue. I thought of taking her to a mental asylum for a second.

"Okay, babe....how about you get some sleep?" I asked her.

"Yeah...yeah okay." She lingered for a bit, drinking her hot cocoa and eating the soggy marshmallows before sauntering her way to our bed upstairs.

I shook my head, and held it tight, groaning. What in the world was my life coming to...? Maybe I really did want the baby.

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