I want to write you a song.

"Oh hey Dave." I talk on the phone. "whoa, whoa slow down there." God I love him but he does my head in.
"Well if you keep cheating and saying your going to change and don't change yes Nick will end it with you for good." I preach rolling my eyes to Harry who is laughing, I throw a pillow at him.

"I know your hurting." I lie through my teeth. The door bell then rings and I answer the front door and its Gemma with my scarf, she joins Harry in the lounge while I continue this annoying phone call.


"Ok call if you need me." I hope he doesn't.

As I hang up my best friend Nick calls me.

"Hey." I act like I know nothing. "Hey I know you know."

Well that failed. I sigh deeply, "can we maybe meet?" I hear the pain in his tone. This isn't my first rodeo as being the one stuck in the middle between Dave and Nicks break up.


'Of course." I say, "Ok tinseltown." I laugh at his favourite Milkshake place.

"See you in twenty."

I throw on a jacket and my scarf, spritz some You and I perfume. I quickly blow my nose and throw the tissue in the bathroom bin.

"Hey sorry I have to bail, Nick needs some cheering up." I say to Harry and Gemma.

"Oh that's ok, lunch this week then?" Gemma spoke, "absolutely."

"See ya." I wink.



"I'm sorry buddy." I rub Nick's hand. "This is a good thing, I need to be single, I can't remover when I wasn't." He laughs.

"Nick hi,." I look up "Oh hey Charles."

"I just heard about you and Dave, but don't worry I have no doubt you guys will definitely get back together." He says randomly and leaves.

Nick sips on his milkshake and shakes his head. "We are never, ever, ever getting back together." Nick said. I grab my phone and click the recording button. "Sorry I'm having a moment can you say that again."

Nick is used to this from me, whenever ideas sparks I record it.



Harry's POV:

Gemma just left, I miss her a lot since being in the band I hardly had time to spend time with her so when she is free and I am in town we always catch up. I walk down to my studio but have a sudden urge to pee.

I step into Olivia and I's room and use the loo. As I am doing my business my eyes dart to the rubbish bin. No it can't be. I finish my wee, wash my hands and then dig in the bin.

The headaches, the mood swings, not wanting to have sex, her period lasting so long. I pick up the stick with some tissues and try and interpret it, but being a man I have no idea.

Why would she keep this from me? Why would she go through it alone? Is she even pregnant? Am I ready to be a father? Are we ready to be parents? Am I angry or sad? I don't know.

I hear the front door open and stomp my way down.


"Olivia are you pregnant?" I hold the stick up demanding an answer. She looks at me with wide eyes, unable to speak. I am mad!



"OLIVIA!" I make my anger apparent, she stumbles a little.



If she isn't answering I assume. "Why would you not tell me?" I rage. She looks around the room.

"Are you going to say something?"


"Olivia."I search her watery eyes, shit it must be true. I am not ready for this.


"Olivia, please talk to me." I remain calmer. "I, I umm. I'm not." She shakes her head looking at he stick.


I take a solicited breath. thank heavens. I sigh with so much relief. "Thank god." I shut my eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Olivia, you weren't honest with me about having a test, what makes you think we are ready for this."

"Well I am sorry that having a child with me would be the worst thing to happen to you!" She raised her voice. "Don't liv, don't put words in my mouth."


"It's basically what you said." She drops her hands.

I stand here tall and dominating. "Why would you not tell me something like this?" I want honesty.

"I honestly don't know." She looks to the floor. "I was afraid I guess."

"Afraid of what?" I asked perplexed. "Of how you would react, clearly I was right, your upset."

"You think I'd be upset if you needed a hand to hold during a time like this."

She just shrugs her shoulders. "Is that what you really think of me?" I ask shattered.

I am hurt, confused, sad, all of the above, how can she really think of me like that? Does she believe what most do, that I am a womanising man whore that cannot uphold any relationship. Call me naive or dumb but I thought I was doing my best with her, because she is the only one I could ever force a future with.



We both stand here opposite ends of the room so far from each other. Our beautiful and rare love mosaicking everywhere.

"What do you want me to say H, ok I am sorry I should have told you." She steps closer but I take three steps back.

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