Bella's pov:

Why must this world, no people keep breaking my heart. The question lingering where do broken hearts really go? Well I'll find out soon mine is the middle of being scattered. First Will and his endless mistakes and now Harry.

The one I thought who would never break it but repair it. Back in the hotel room I pack my bag rummaging through the limited closet space. I pack through my tears, my judgement is clouded can I really leave?

Ever since I got on this stupid tour it has been one thing after the other. I am not ready for any of this. i need my mum, I need my bed, I need my own environment.

I needed Harry.

"Bella, stop, stope. Please" harry barges in begging me. I grab more clothes and avoid contact. The myth is true he can sway you with one look his green eyes having the power.

"Please, baby I love you." Why do these words sound familiar? Will used to promise me the same. I can't and won't go through this again. One time too many.

"Please I didn't kiss her back, believe me." Thats when I halt. "Like you believed me when I said I didn't call Will or when I said believe me when I say I told him you could be the father."

I throw that in his face. I grab my makeup bag from the bathroom shoving it in my suitcase.

"Please don't take my baby." I stop at the front door. Being a little fucker he only wants to claim it's his when I'm about to walk out his door.

I turn myself around. "Haven't you heard babe, might not be yours."




Poor El's shirt is soaked in my tears. She rubs my back soothing me but it does not work I keep crying. Louis is in Harry's room, kindly offering me to stay the night. They asked me if I was going back home in La. I have no idea at this point it seems like a good idea. Reaching three months pregnant it is starting to take it's toll.

Exhaustion,sickness at random times, aching back, swollen feet and hands.


It is settled I am going back home.

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"Do want you want mum I don't care." I yell from my bathroom toilet, I have peed about a million times today.


Why are all mothers so adamant to have a baby shower for?
It is first grandchild so I'll let her spoil it, I have moved in with my mum. Sold my house for a very awesome price and looking to buy another with some money hopefully spare. Will contacted me apologising for his behaviour and no I did not believe him, I just acted like I did.


I have had numerous doctor appointments, scans, baby shopping. Harry skypes me everyday I don't participate much I am still hurting. He explained to me how it was Kendall who pecked his lips, but seeing another woman on him was hard to witness live. Temptation is the one thing that will stand between us. Harry is harry and women will always throw themselves at him, and pending on his sate of mine he may or may not give in.


I throw on a light jacket and decedent down stairs mum hurrying me for another appointment.



I lay on the white sheet with glue on my stomach. The nurse gets the stick and manoeuvres it around my stomach. A tear falls from my left eye, my mum holds my left hand. I sigh with overwhelming emotions my baby is in there. My precious joy.

"Do we want to know the sex?" I look to my mum. "It will sure be easier for gifts." My mum says chuckling. I nod my head.



My mother has left the room I asked the doctor if I could speak to her about some tests I had done.

"here is what you requested." She hands over some blue forms. I fumble with them, turning the impending page the proper side. I shut my eyes.



"Were gonna be ok baby." I whisper down holding my stomach.

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