Out of the Darkness

Later that day:

Harry POV:

It took a little while, but everyone eventually calmed down, and Sam and I were able to explain the situation a bit better. We are all upset about the pregnancy, but we have to make the best of the situation.

It’s now past one o clock in the afternoon, and I think that it’s best that I let management know about everything. The others are off at the moment doing their own things. Sam is sleeping in my room after the overwhelming events of the morning, and our late night last night. Niall and Liam are cleaning the mess in her old room, and I am left alone in the living room.

I pull out my phone and dial Paul’s number. I want to tell him everything. He picks up almost immediately;

“What’s up?” he asks cheerily. I sigh, knowing his happy mood won’t be around for long once I tell him my news.

“Can you come down to the house Paul? I need to talk to you.”

“I’m a little busy planning interviews right now Harry… How important is it?”

“You’re going to want to hear this Paul. It’s more important than any interview.” I say, my voice serious. He gets the message;

“Is everything okay?”

“We’ll be fine,” I say, and my voice breaks. Jesus, I’m an emotional roller coaster today. It’s overwhelming me how much has changed in the past 24 hours. Last night was one of the happiest nights of my existence, and this morning everything came crashing down.

“You’re scaring me Harry; I’ll be there in ten.”

“Thanks Paul.” I hang up, and quickly wipe the tears from my eyes in case someone walks in. I don’t have the energy to get up, so I just sit on the couch with my head in my hands, thinking.

I love Samantha. I really do. She makes me so happy, and it’s been incredible to get to know her these past few weeks. It’s the fact that I love her so much which makes this all so much harder. I’m going to have to stand by and help her raise a child which is going to grow up looking like him. I know it sounds terrible, and I hate myself for caring, but it’s going to be hard to look that innocent child in the eye and explain to them who their real father is.

I rub my temples, and run a hand through my hair, frustrated. Is it selfish of me to still be thankful for the night of the concert? I would never have met Sam if it wasn’t for that night, but maybe she would have been better off then. No. Matthew would have found her anyways. And then Sam would have had to deal with all of this shit on her own. It’s definitely better this way.

My thoughts are disrupted by my phone buzzing. It’s a text from Paul:

“Outside now” was all it read. I jump up from the couch and make my way to the front door, throwing on a pair of shoes before going out. Paul is there in his car, just sitting there. I jog over to the car, and jump into the passenger seat, glancing over at Paul. He is looking at me with a tight lipped smile, scrutinizing my face.

“I thought it would be easier to talk someplace more private. Too many people in that house.” He explains, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway. I nod in thanks, and keep my eyes straight ahead as the car rolls down the road. Everything is silent for a few minutes until Paul suddenly turns off of the main road, and pulls into a random parking lot, overlooking an empty children’s playground. Oh the irony.

“So, What’s up Harry?” he questions, finally turning towards me. I can’t bring myself to look at him, so instead I stare at my lap. I don't even mess around with my word's, I just blurt it out;

“Sam’s pregnant.” I mumble quickly, wanting to just get it out.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that Harry.” I sigh, turning to look Paul in the eye.

“Samantha is Pregnant Paul,” I say with exasperation, my frustration with the situation returning. “She’s fucking pregnant.” I burst out, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window, tears once more pooling in my eyes.

“Shit…” he curses under his breath. “Harry, why didn’t you use goddamn protection?!” he asks, failing in any attempts to keep his voice calm. Then I completely lose it.

“IT’S NOT MINE, PAUL. IT’S NOT MY MOTHERFUCKING BABY!” I yell, throwing open the door, and storming away from the car, not looking back. My legs carry me away, and I find myself on the far side of the playground, sitting on a park bench with my head in my hands.

I hear Paul’s slow footsteps on the grass as he makes his way over to me and carefully sits next to me on the bench. Neither of us say anything, and I sit there frozen, for painstakingly long minutes that feel like hours. Finally he breaks the silence;

“So it was Matthew.” He says softly. It wasn’t even a question. He already knows the devastating truth. I lift my head, and force my reddened eyes to meet his. I give a small nod, and Paul pulls me to his side, squeezing my shoulder.

“I’m sorry Harry… I really am.” I sigh, and wipe at my eyes.

“I love her. I fucking love her Paul, and it’s so hard…” I confess, my voice wavering.

“I know Harry, I could see it when you looked at her. But if you really love her then you have to stand by her every step of the way. None of this is going to be easy, kid.”

“I want to be the one that that child calls Dad. I want to be there for Samantha, Paul. She needs me. I need her. I’m not going to let go of her ever, especially not at a time like this.” I insist

“I think you’ve made the right decision. We’ll see how things go…” I suddenly interrupt him when I think of my public life;

“But how is this going to all work out with the fans and us going on tour and all? They’re going to figure things out, spread nasty rumors. I’ve seen how mean they can be sometimes, and I don’t want that to hurt Sam.”

“Everything will work out. You just worry about yourself and Samantha; I’ll take care of everything else. We can give it a few days for everyone to pull themselves together, and then I think we’re going to have to make this public. If we are open with Sam’s story, people won’t be able to make anything up.” He reasons, rubbing his chin.

I nod at his wise words, and we both slowly stand and make our way across the empty playground back to Paul’s car.

“Thanks Paul. It really means a lot to me.” I tell him as we walk side by side through the grass. He’s been like a father to me and the guys for the past few years, and it’s nice to have someone that I can literally tell anything.

“Don’t worry about it. You can come to me anytime.”

Notes

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