Through The Dark

"Why would you do this?" I yelled. My eyes are stinging and I blink to make sure I don't cry in front of Harry.
"I was drunk! I thought she was you with her black hair-" Harry says. I can tell he is lying. His pupils are dialated and his breath is coming and going but shaking.
"Don't give me that shit Harry! You know you don't get drunk after you've it bad. I can tell when you are drunk. Now, the whole world knows I'm pregnant with your fucking baby! What wil Simon think?!? What will the fans think?" I spat.
He tries hugging me but I push him away.
"She was the one who was grinding! She started kissing me!" He yells.
"Harry! You kissed her back. You know what, I should have known what I was getting into. The world sees you as a funny loving guy. But you are just a drunk man. Listful and so damn. Ugh I can't even think!" I yell. He is taller than me by half a foot, but he still flinched. Hurt crosses his eyes and replaced by anger.
"It's not like I hooked up with her Cass! I'm a celebrity for Christs sake! I can do whatever I want. I can DO whoever I want." He says. His breathing is ragged with rage. As I turn, I begin to cry and a flash of silver catches my eye. Shoving him, I walk over and pick it up. In that moment I swear my heart shattered. It was a foil wrapper for a condom. Next to his jeans. My eyes widened and I begin to sob. I run out of the room and fly down the stairs skidding to a stop in front of the garage. I grab a random set of keys and press a button. An audi's light flashes. I hop in and turn on the engine. I see Harry bolt through the door. His voice is muffled by the engine and the windows. I wipe away tears and veer off, and drive to the only person I can rely on.
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"I don't understand. He said he loved me!" I sobbed. A warm hand patted my back. I look up and sniffle as a warm mug of tea is placed in my hands. "Thank you Niall." I whisper. He smiles and ruffles my hair. "And you need to get dressed. You've been here for 6 days. Today is your appointment." He says. I widen my eyes. "Shit! I find out the gender today!" I say. "Hey! No cussing. It's bad for the baby. " Niall chuckles.
"No. It's not!" I retort and climb up the stairs. As I walk to the bathroom, I notice a picture. It's me Zayn and Harry, smiling under the string of oictures. I avoid Harry's smile. Turning on the water, I strip off my clothes and step into the warm water. After I'm done, I walk to "my room" and put on a mint sweater and a black skirt. I let

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