Alyssa's Point of View

Picking myself up after two weeks of not leaving my room besides using the bathroom has got to be the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm proud of myself in a way; I haven't cut and I've only stuffed my face into my pillow once. Though my first time leaving my room to eat with my family is not something I really want to do I know Harry will be there. It's now Thursday and he hasn't talked to me in two days. I decided to give him some space so tonight I'll talk to him, tonight we'll fix everything.

"Hey baby," my mom said kissing my forehead. She's been so much nicer since the accident. Maybe this is a wake up call for her; you never know when you're going to leave this world, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Thanks mom," I smiled and sat in my usual spot across from Harry. I looked at him but he wouldn't make eye contact.

"Tonight no one is going anywhere. We're having a movie and game night," dad said chewing on his steak. This is good, I'll get to be around Harry even more. Luckily the twins are at their dads house for the holiday so they won't be here to pester me.

"I have a doctors appointment tomorrow mom," I didn't look at anyone. I simply played with my green beans, "she just wants to look at my leg one more time. Apparently it wasn't as bad as they thought so I could get the cast off as early as the end of this month."

That's true, but she already told me that. This is for my pill, the last pill.

"Okay sweety, do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I'll be okay."

Now I could feel Harry staring, it wasn't a good stare either.

"How was going back home Harry?" thank god my dad changed the topic and took Harry's attention away from me.

"It was great, I got to see a lot of my friends and family."

"Well, next time we'll all have to go!" my mom laughed and they continued talking to him about Cheshire.

Ever since the day I found out about this baby I haven't been able to breathe. It's felt like someone's stabbed me in the heart repeatedly. If only Harry would be here for me instead of threatening to break up with me. I need him more than ever right now and he won't even look at me unless it's a death glare.

"Alyssa?"

"Huh?" I looked at my mom holding my stomach like a pregnant woman would. I quickly removed my hand so no one would notice; only Harry did.

"It's your turn to pick the movie tonight," dad smiled. They know I've been zoned out lately.

"Princess Bride," I spoke clearly and looked at Harry. He looked away and shook his head. It's his soft spot, it's our movie.

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"Harry?" I walked into his room without knocking but this time he snapped.

"Why do you fucking do that? You can't just barge into my room whenever you want Alyssa!"

"Lower your voice!" I snapped back at him. He can't cause scenes like this, he's been ridiculous ever since he's gotten back.

"Did you take it?" I frowned and looked away. He won't break up with me, he wouldn't. "Alyssa! Did you take the pill?" his eyes were scaring me, I've never seen him so mad.

"Yes, I took it," his eyes dropped this time, I can do sad, we can fix sad.

"Get out."

"What?" I whispered holding my stomach again.

"You heard what I said Alyssa. Get the fuck out of my room," my heart stopped and my breathing picked up inside of me. I felt a sting in my eyes and if I wasn't so numb I'd probably feel the tear that was running down my face.

"Get out!" he yelled even louder this time. When I didn't move he walked over to me and picked me up physically removing me from his room before slamming his door. How could he?

Harry's Point of View

There was only one spot left on the couch next to Alyssa so I sat on the floor. I'm done, I'm done with her. It's practically abortion and she acts like I don't get a say in it. Oh wait, apparently I don't!

I leaned back on my hands and stretched my legs forward crossing my legs. The scary part about this whole situation is that I don't feel any remorse for her. She's hurt and aching but I have no sympathy. I don't want to take her in my arms and say everything will be okay, I don't want to sneak in her room and care for her, and I really don't care if she runs away to Liam because only someone selfish would do what she's doing. The only reason I'm possibly going to the doctor with her tomorrow is to see what the doctor says. There may be a slight chance that I'll agree with the doctor but that doesn't make up for what Alyssa is putting me through.

As she watched the movie I glanced at he from time to time. She wasn't mumbling the words or even smiling. She was holding her stomach and rubbing it softly. Is this her way of saying sorry or is she just a cold hearted bitch? Yeah, let's go with that.

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I walked in her room and she was laying in her bed reading some book. Her light bulbs were still on her desk and the only light was her bedside table lamp. I closed the door and picked up the bulbs to screw them back in.

"I'm going to the doctor with you tomorrow," she smiled at me and showed her dimples that I hate so much right now.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. And no, it's not for you because you can go fuck yourself," those words killed her but I don't care, I don't care right now. I flipped her light switch on and she shied away from the light, "I'm going to see what the doctor says and that's it."

"Harry please," she tried to stay strong but tears were rolling down her face, "I need you right now. Please don't leave me."

"I told you if you took it we were done Alyssa. Obviously you don't care. You're just as selfish as you've always been. Cutting yourself, locking yourself away in your room, and pushing the people that love you away. You didn't even have the decency to call me when you found out! You're a selfish, pathetic bitch."

Her jaw dropped; even I didn't expect those words to come from my mouth.

"So you win, you get your way like always," I walked out and leaned against her bedroom door listening to her cry for at least an hour. How could I say those things? Tears finally filled my eyes after days of hating her and I felt sick, so sick.

Notes

Not going to lie, I cried.