"YOU LIAR!!" you yelled, throwing your phone at him. "Baby, what did I lie about?" he asked, picking the phone up. "YOU FUCKING TOLD ME YOU WOULD'NT EVER HURT ME, HARRY!!" you yelled, crossing your arms. You could feel the tears stinging in your eyes.

"Megan, baby, she's just a fan" he said, standing up and walking over to you. "It doesn't look like a fucking fan" you said. "Just get the fuck out Harry" you said. "Baby, just listen to me" he said. "I don't give a fuck about what you have to say, you fucking cheated on me. Get the fuck out of my house" you said, pointing to the door.

"Babe, I-" he started. "Just go" you whispered. "Fine, I'll leave" he said, very upset. He grabbed his bag and walked out into the pouring rain. You let the tears fall as you stared at the picture of what looked like Harry making out with a girl intensely.

Your phone started ringing. You took a deep breath and answered it. "Hello" you said. "Hello Miss Bay, I'm doctor Smith from Leewood Hospital and I have some wonderful news for you." Your eyes widened as you heard what she was telling you.

"I-I'm pregnant" you stuttered. "Yes ma'am, that's why you've been feeling sick the last few weeks. I don't know why we didn't notice it earlier." After you hung up, you heard a knock at the door. You walked up to the door, wiped your face and answered it. It was Harry, he was soaking wet.

"Harry, go home" you said, not trying to show that you were crying. "Baby, please listen to me" he said, his curls were sticking to his forehead. "No Harry" you said. He started talking anyways. "Baby, I don't want to lose you. I didn't do anything wrong, she's just a fan. You are the other half of me baby, I'm half a heart without you. I'm sorry if I hurt you babe. I need you Megan" he said.

Tears flooded your eyes. "Harry, I'm p-pregnant" you mumbled. His eyes widened. "What?" he asked, the sound of rain pounding on the roof stopping him from hearing. "I'm pregnant" you said, "About a minute ago, I got a call from the hospital saying I was pregnant" you said, sobbing into your hands.

"Harry, I'm sorry for acting like a jealous bitch" you sobbed. "Baby, you're not a bitch. I love you. I would die for you. So, um, Megan Bay, will you be my Mrs. Styles?" he asked, getting on one knee holding a beautiful diamond ring in front of you.

"Yes" you said as he stood up and spun you around. He pressed his forehead to you and slipped the ring unto your finger. "Trust me baby, we'll be wonderful parents" he said, kissing you passionately in the rain.

Notes

Shitty, I know.