Half A Heart

~ Capri's POV ~
*3 Days Later*

"Momma!" I turned and looked at Darcy, who now had her bowl of rice on the floor.

"Darcy...What did mommy say about playing with your food?" I scolded. She gave me her best pouty face, and I mentally rolled my eyes. Sighing, I began to pick it up.

"Awwww, what did she do this time?" Harry asked.

"Spilt her rice." I groaned. He placed a hand on my back, and crouched to where I was.

"I'll clean it up. You go lay down. You've been on your feet all day." He said. I looked at him, and smiled.

"It's fine. After this, I can go lay down on that nice, soft hotel bed, and sleep." I assured. He bit his lip, and looked to the ground.

"What?" I asked.

"Louis called...he wants to see you." I Looked at him.

"i don't want to see him. I'm mad at him." After picking up the rest of the rice, I dumped it, and put the bowl in the sink. I walked back over, and picked Darcy up from her chair.

"Why? You did the same thing he did." He pointed out.

"It's because he got mad, and kicked me out of his house, when he did the same exact thing! He has no right to do such things when he was just as guilty as me!" I walked into the living room, where Darcy had her crib set up, and I put her in it, not wanting to get her all ready for bed.

"I know but....I'm just trying to convince you to calm down because he's on his way!" My mouth dropped open, and I hit his chest.

"Harry! I don't want to see him!" I exclaimed. He shrugged, and I walked into the hotel bedroom.

"I know you don't! But you have to!" He responded. I collapsed onto the king sized bed, and exhaled.

"I don't feel good! I'm all woozy, and my head stings!" He laid down next me and kissed my head.

"Is it...you're time of the month?" He asked, cautiously. Wait. WAIT ONE MOTHER FUCKING MINUTE!

"What's the date?" I asked frantically.

"The 3rd of November...." I jumped up, and checked my phone.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. He stood up, and walked over to me.

"Capri...how late are you exactly?" He was nervous. What the fuck? Why is he nervous?

"Almost a week. Oh no!" I put my head in my hands, and took in short breaths.

"Whoa....." He breathed out. I heard a knock at the door, and jumped.

"Please! I don't want to see him right now! Please don't make me talk to him." Hot, tears spilled over my reddened cheeks.

"Come with me." He grabbed my hands, and pulled me to the front door of the suite.

"Harry please..." More tears fell, as he opened up the door.

"Hi, look....Capri isn't up for talking tonight. I don't think more stress is going to help her out at all. So, if you would jus-" Louis cut Harry off mid sentence.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I looked up, and quickly looked to Harry for help.

"She....isn't feeling well." Harry said.

"Let her speak for herself! She has a mouth!" Louis snapped.

"I'm not feeling well." I said.

"So, you can't talk to me...because you don't feel good? Please! You have to at least make up a better excuse than that!" He said.

"I'm not making anything up. I really don't feel well." I tried to stay calm.

"Do you only think about yourself?! I mean, you can't work things out with me because you don't feel good! You slept with Harry because you weren't thinking about our engagement! You do whatever the fuck you want because, you don't care about other people's feelings!" Harry scoffed, and I just stood there. That stung. Bad.

"Louis! You need to shut the fuck up! You have no right to talk to her like that!" Harry defended.

"Harry! Stay the fuck out of this!" Louis said mockingly.

"First off, I seriously don't feel good! Second, you slept with Eleanor, I wasn't the only one not thinking about the engagement! Third, I don't do whatever the fuck I want! I care about other people! I'm not mean, or inconsiderate! I just don't allow people to hurt me!" I sighed, and closed my eyes. "Are we done here? Because, I have to sleep." I asked.

"Yeah. We're done here." Louis said before walking away. S the door shut, my tears came back. worse than before.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked. I looked up at him, and frowned.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just need sleep. Lost of sleep.

Notes

I'm tired.

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