Niall and I glued to the ground. How can he be here?

"Will?" In Rome, breathing the same European air as Harry.

"Wow you can really see the bump almost." I look down to my stomach, attempting to take a step toward me. "Don't.

"Come on Bella. You've already had these moments." I turn to Niall. "We actually need to get ready for our show." He says.

"Umm I'll see ya later." I wave him off.

"That was close." I sigh to Niall walking back to the hotel. "Did you tell him where we are?"

"What no." I raise my voice, "Ok, ok." Putting his hands in defence. El, Niall, Louis and I are in the hallway of our hotel. I pace a million miles ahead. "Hey Liam." I pass him, "enjoy the day?" unconvincingly nodding my head.


My body shakes of fear of what awaits me behind this door. Harry's hotel room. He has been nothing but supportive toward me this entire time, he must be hurting knowing this baby might not even be his, his attachment is unbreakable.

I can't even fathom how I would be if the roles were reversed, Will being here suddenly amplifies the complications. I love Harry I want us to work, but it will never be smooth and simple, we are complicated. We fight more than most but we never go to bed angry, always in each others arms.

---

Sitting ever so perfectly staring out the blue sky window, damp curls, shirt off in black jeans, his feet bare. Slowly he makes his way to me, embracing me, attached at my lips. I run my fingers through his damp hair. Forehead against mine.

"Will is here." I breathe. He stumbles back in pure shock. I shut my eyes afraid of his reaction. "You called him.?"

"What no, I wouldn't do that."

"I don't even know what to believe Bells"

"Believe me, I am your girlfriend." I stand with both hands on my hips. "I love you Harry please, I would not betray you like that."


"You can't go in their mate." I hear Liam's loud voice, not even realising I left our hotel door open Will barges in.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Harry goes to punch Will. Liam, Louis and Niall thankfully halt him. Niall has Will up against the wall. While Louis and Liam try to calm Harry.

"Our girlfriend called me." Will evilly smirks. Niall pressing his forearm against his throat.

I shake my head in disbelief. "No." I look to only Harry. Now agitated he tries to break from Louis and Liam.


"GET OUT WILL." Niall releases him, evening out his shirt.


"Oh by the way, why didn't you tell me. That that fucker." Will glances at Harry. "Could be the father, you whore." He spits.


I can see the hurt and pain flickering in his eyes. Staring right at me, this is so false. I told Will over the phone the situation. He acted all normal and casual about it, guess I should have known it was a facade.

"Let me go." He says a bit calmer to Liam and Louis.


"Harry no, please."



"DON'T."

---

How did we get here? The pain of everything, not having me explain that what Will said was an entire lie. Doesn't he believe me maybe? And this is the way of calling me a liar.

I finish with Liam's hair, Harry is next. Despite whatever is going on I need to my job. If through my job the only way being close to him than I am not going anywhere.


Minimal chatter between Liam, Louis and Niall. El is socialising with them, every so often glancing at me, bless her. Cheryl is playing with Bear I am in total awe of them.

Harry pretending to scroll through his phone as I mess with his curls. "Hey umm I think we need another song on the set list." He speaks toward Liam, Niall and Louis.

"We haven't rehearsed." Liam says. "Does it matter." Harry's eyes batter.

"Umm which one?" Louis asks.

"Fools Gold." I see him through the mirror glancing at me. I roll my eyes biting my lip.

"Are you guys able to do a song that it isn't yours?" I retaliate.

"Like a cover." Niall speaks with his mouthful "Yes, a cover"

Harry still is pretending to be on his phone. Niall nods. "How about Style." everyone looks to Harry raising his eyes in annoyance. I can play too.


"Actually I wrote a new one." Harry speaks. I stand with my arms crossed. Everyone including me waiting for his response.



"It's called I'm having a baby and I don't know who the father is."

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