"Harry, I'm um, umm. I'm pregnant."

A lump in m throat, my dinner journeying back to my throat.

"Huh?" Is all I manage. The time we did it, we were always safe. "The last night in Ireland in the bathroom"

Ok except that time. Scratching the back of my neck, she softy speaks. "But ummm." The floor becomes interesting to her. "It may not be yours."


I put the pieces together. That fucker may steal Bella away from me forever, bounded by blood. I hadn't given any thoughts of becoming a father until this potential second. "Have you seen a doctor?" She shakes her head.

"Bella, you need to." I take her hands, she looks at me perplexed. "how are you so calm I though you would have spat or something.?"

Do I frighten her that much? "No Bella, I wish you told me sooner. I don't want you to be alone in this." I assure her. "But, but Will and----"



"Hey I am not going anywhere."

That name causes my blood to boil. It pains me that he may be the father of this baby.

"We have to wait though till after the baby is born, dna test now is too risky."

Great more waiting time. "Ok."


"Have you told, told him?" I swallow the rage burning inside me. "No. Harry I don't want it to be his." She cries.

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Bella's pov:


Why is Harry being so cool clam and collected about this? The question stirs within me. Sitting on the tour bus I write in my notebook. The boys are middle of a concert, I needed some alone time.

Ben and Jerry's and honey soy chicken chips. God if Will is the father it will be a massive struggle. Speaking of I should let him know, despite his many flaws he still has a right to know. I take my phone outside the bus.



"Bella I never though I would hear from you ever again." He sounds surprised, "Will I need to tell you something, are you seated.?"


I hear a shuffling noise. "I am now."



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Poor Will he sounded so overjoyed on the phone, and he hangs onto hope for us. But I repeated many times nothing was set in stone. I think slowly he is actually learning from his mistakes.

But I don't love him, like not Harry. I guess I will always carry something for him, but it is definitely not love.


I am full of a pit of guilt. Here I am almost two months pregnant, two potential fathers. Their lives I've caused a three sixty, it is plainly not fair. Maybe I should leave and raise it on my own. I travel back to the bus grab my jacket and walk about the interesting streets of Brazil.



Interesting town, partying constantly, everyone so gleeful. I walk through the crowded street. Shit I forgot my phone, god knows what the time is, I drag my feet and head back to the bus.





"Bella where the hell have you been. Harry is losing it." I step back on the bus with El.

"Oh thank god." He attacks me with a hug. "Sorry I forgot my phone I just needed a walk." I take a seat.

"Don't ever do that again." Harry demands. I roll my eyes. He takes my hand and we walk back to the hotel rooms.





"So I spoke to Will." I say avoiding eye contact with Harry in the hotel room. "How he take it?" He removes his sweaty shirt and jeans, turning the shower on. "As you expect." I lie.

"Fucker." My feet dangle off the bed.

"Don't be like that." I thought I whispered. "Like what Bells?"

"Just it must not be easy for him too."

"Did I hear you correctly?" He stands with a towel around his hip the shower water still running.


"Doesn't matter." I try and drop it. He turns his head and ventures in the bathroom but I follow.

"Yes?" He raises an eyebrow about to hop in.

"Why are you so, so normal about this?" This question has been toying with me.

"What do you mean?"

"Why haven't you called me a slut or dumped or whatever me yet. DAMM WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?" He stumbles back.


"Bella." He takes a seat on the edge of the bath, me on his lap I calmly run my fingers through his hair.


"Do you not understand what I feel for you." He kisses my shoulder. He takes my chin gently, staring into his green eyes. "I am going to love your baby as much as I love you."

He wipes my overwhelmed tears.




"Be mine" He says against my lips. "Take me" I whisper as he slowly hoists me up.

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