"I can't believe you did this to yourself," she scolds as she points her finger at me. "People are going to be looking at me weird, and you, and him. This is going to ruin our reputation and it's all your fault, just like everything else!" Oh, sure. It was all my fault. Falling in love with two boys wasn't my fault, though. It was my heart. The heart wants what it can't have, but in my case.. I can have either guy in my life, but with an infant on the way, I wasn't so sure about my life. My name is Bo Lanhares, and I'm pregnant with either Harry's or Niall's baby. Can't quite figure out who the father is, or what my life will be like in the next few months.
"Harry.. I just can't do this anymore.. It's not working between us." I slowly whispered to him.
"What!? How can you say that? Things have been going great? Have.. have I done something?" He almost sobbed.
"No no, it's not you.. It it's me. I just have to go."
"No. Please don't do this. I.. I love you Abby."
"I'm sorry Harry."
I turned away from him and tried to get out as quickly as I could. I ran out the door and broke down crying. I just couldn't do this to him, it would ruin his career and his life.
I slowly walked out his apartment building and past the few teenage girls waiting outside. One of them noticed me and shouted "It's Abby! Abby Holloway!" I started to run and got to my car before too many people noticed me. I just sat there for a while and cried. I knew what I did to Harry wasn't fair, but how could I tell him I was pregnant? He's only 22 years old and I didn't want him throwing away his life for me.