"I can change," Harry said. He took my hands.
"Harry, I'm not asking you to change," I said.
I couldn't look him in the eyes if I wanted to remain serious. I would just fall for him again, like a viscous cycle of love and torment.
"You love him more than me," He said. I felt his warm hands slip from mine.
I looked at my bedroom wall. The pictures of me and Harry. The pictures of me and Zayn.
"You don't know that," I said.
I walked over to the bed where Harry was and put my hands on his knees.
"I just don't know what to do Lizzie, I feel like you don't even care?" Harry said. He turned away from me.
I put my hands on his face and pulled him back towards me. His pure eyes connected with mine for a second and the next thing I knew his lips were pressed hard against mine.
"I love you," He whispered.
There was a moment of silence before Harry got off the bed and stood up.
"Damn it Lizzie, you never say 'I love you' back, why? Don't you love me?" Harry asked. He looked at the photos on the wall then looked back at me. I was still silent. Harry sighed and muttered something under his breathe.
"I guess this is the best time to tell you..." I began. I walked over towards Harry.
"Wait, what?" Harry asked.
I wrapped my arms around him and put my head on his chest. "Harry, I'm pregnant."
Harry pushed me away from him and stared at me, "what?"
"I'm sorry Harry, I..." I began.
He pressed his lips up against mine but I broke away. "Harry! You don't understand!"
"I understand perfectly! What isn't there to understand?" He asked.
"I don't know who the Father is," I said.
Harry looked at me, but I didn't recognize him... his eyes, they weren't as soft, fluffy and caring as usual. He was hurt, I could tell. He picked up his coat off the floor and began to walk to the door of my room.
"Harry, please don't go," I begged, I touched his shoulder but he pulled away.
"Why shouldn't I Lizz?" He asked without looking at me.
"Because... I love you," I said.
Harry paused to think, "you, you don't mean that."
"I do, Harry!" I said and touched his hand but he pulled away rapidly.
"Why say it now? Why not before?" He asked.
"I don't know, but I do love you." I said touching his hand but he tore it away rapidly.
"Lie..." He said softly but not kindly.
"What?" I asked and pressed my body up against his.
"I think you heard me the first time," Said Harry. He pushed me away, coldly. He walked out the door, leaving me alone.