Harry's POV

"I'm pregnant," I heard her saying and I froze. Her voice sounded so weak and miserable I couldn't stand it. I hang up and threw my phone on the coach where I was sitting at. For a moment I couldn't do anything and my mind was numb. Then I started to rewind what she had said. She had sounded death serious when she told me that she had something to tell me. I had to check the date from my phone to make sure today wasn't April Fool's day. No, it was 15th of July.

She couldn't be pregnant. It wasn't possible. I had to tell it for her and I picked my phone in my hands again. I dialed her number and waited for her to answer. Apparently she had put it off and I felt frustrated. Why did I have to hang up when she called? I should've said something. I thought for a while and remembered I got Brianna's number. She had gave it to me when we met before Australia tour just if I needed it 'cause of Alison. At that time I had laughed at her but still let her typed it to my phone. And now I was relieved I had.

I had to call her a few times before she finally answered. "Brianna," she answered out of breath. "Learn to answer your fucking phone!" I couldn't help myself and let my anger come out. "Is it Harry? Oh god," she said. I noticed I had got up from the sofa and now I was strolling around my apartment nervously. "Did Alison.. did she tell you?" she added and I had to breath out slowly once. "Yes," I said. "And... what did you say to her? Are you with her now?" she added. "Nothing and I'm not," I sighed out slowly. "You said nothing to her? She is freaking pregnant and her boyfriend isn't with her now?" Brianna's voice got high pitched and I had to close my eyes so I wouldn't yell at her again.

"Why are you calling me?" she asked then. "Alison has switched her phone off," I said and stopped roaming around the house. I sat down at the kitchen island and put my hand against my forehead. "Harry, listen to me," her voice almost sounded like my mother's and a little moment I felt like I was five years old again. "You have to go to hers. I was with her today before she did the test and she was desperate," Brianna explained slowly. "Wait? She have done a pregnancy test?" my voice broke when I said the last word. I pulled my hair away from my forehead and closed my eyes. "Yes, she did. And she is definitely pregnant. She has been feeling sick at mornings and her periods are late," she said. "Why didn't she tell me and instead told you?" I said harshly. "Harry it's not the point now! She needs you. Be a good boyfriend and go to see her now," I could hear that Brianna didn't have patience anymore and she hang up.

I looked at the microwave clock and saw it was almost midnight. Alison was pregnant. I started to believe it was real by inches. I got up even though I couldn't feel my feet. I found my car keys and locked the front door behind me. The weather was warm and the street was quiet. I squeezed the key for Alison's apartment in my hand. She had gave it to me a few days ago 'cause I had gave mine for her.

I thought about Alison while I was driving my Range Rover. What if she wasn't home? What if something have happened to her while I was sitting pathetic at my house? I got more and more worried and I noticed I was driving way too fast now. But I didn't care. The streets were almost empty.

After a half-hour drive that felt much more I finally parked my car next to Alison's. I stared at the pavement from the car window before I got up. I needed to see if she was okay.

I rang the door bell and waited for a while but I didn't hear any voices. I picked the keys from my jeans pocket and opened the door. The house looked empty but then I saw that Alison's favourite boots were lying in the middle of the floor. "Alison?" I called and closed the front door behind me. I peeked to her bathroom and saw her broken phone on the floor. Oh, that's why she didn't answer me. "Alison?" I called this time a bit louder but I didn't hear any voices still. I got really worried and I ran to the living room. That was when I saw her.

She had wrapped the blankets tight around her and she was sleeping on the coach. Her cheeks were red from crying and her brown curly hair was a mess around her face. She looked so vulnerable and little. I didn't know if I should yell at her or take her to my hug and tell her everything was going to be okay. But I didn't want to wake her up yet.

I walked slowly past her and sat down next to her tv. I leaned my head against the wall and stared at her. I had always wanted kids but not yet. Maybe when I'd turn thirty or something. We were going to have stadium tour next year and I would be a lot away from home. This was the worst timing ever and it would never work.

I even noticed myself hoping it wasn't mine. Maybe Alison had cheated me when I was in Australia. I hope it'd be some really nice bloke who'd have plenty of time just for Alison and the little baby. I shook my head and then I felt the tears started to stream. I let myself cry but I tried to be quiet to not to wake up Alison. What would she think of me if she woke up and saw me now?

Eventually I stopped crying and walked to her bathroom to wash my face. I was just opening the water tap when I saw four tests on the floor. I picked one of them and looked at it. She was pregnant for sure. I couldn't hold back anymore and I ran back to the living room. "Alison, you gotta wake up now! We need to talk," I shouted and tried to pull one of the blankets. She opened her puffy eyes slowly and stared at me. "Harry, I'm so sorry," her voice was just a whisper and I felt my posture softening. She sat up on the coach and I just stared at her and waited her to say something.

"Harry, I don't know what to do," she continued and looked at her hands. She started to play with her bracelet that I had gave her once. "Is it mine?" the question just slipped from my mouth and I regretted it right away when I saw her stare. "I need to know," I added quietly. "Ofcourse! I hadn't slept with anyone else since I've been with you," Alison spitted the words out of her mouth and looked at me angrily. "But you did before I went to America," I reminded her. "What? Yes I did, but we weren't even together then and it's like ages ago! Let's not talk about that," she had woken up enough to yell at me. I just stood there stupidly. I hadn't got much time to think what I should say to her. "Harry, we are having a fucking baby if you haven't get it to your head still. It's a living thing!" she continued yelling at me while standing up.

Alison walked to the kitchen and I followed her. I looked at her while she took a glass and drank some water. "But we just can't have a baby now," I whispered and moved my gaze to my feet. "But it's already inside me and we don't have much choice," Alison said sarcastically and I felt sick. Every time I heard something that I couldn't handle or I was really nervous I throw up. And now I felt like I was going to. I closed my eyes and took some support of the table with my hand. I swallowed hard and waited for a moment before opening my eyes again. "You okay?" I saw Alison's worried face and I nodded at her.

"What are we gonna do?" I said desperately. "I honestly don't know," Alison said. "I think we don't have other options but raise the child even though you aren't at home much," she sounded and looked so much older suddenly. She looked so tired and she was wearing just a big t-shirt. I wanted to hug her but I felt like I didn't have the strength to do that. "We're so young. It could never work," I said and couldn't look her in the eyes. "But we don't have other choice," she said emphatically. "You could... do an abortion," I whispered and couldn't believe what I had just said.

There was a silence for a long time and even though I didn't look at her I could feel her cold gaze at me. I felt like I wanted to collapse on the floor and stay there for the rest of my life. "You said what," her voice was so weak but I felt like she was going to blow up soon. I coudn't believe what she said next. "I'm gonna keep the child. And if you don't want to support my decision you can walk out of the door now," her voice was so cold but calm at the same time. I felt my anger growing 'cause she wasn't thinking our careers at all.

I didn't know what to say to her anymore. I couldn't look at her and all I could think was I needed to get out now. I walked past her and picked my phone from the living room. I felt her gaze on my back when I walked to her front door. I turned the handle and opened the door. "Fine! I don't even need you," she yelled so loud and I was sure the whole neighbourhood heard her. I slammed the door behind me and I already regretted it. But there was no way I could turn back now.

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