Still The One

Harry and Daisy were unbreakable. Well that's what Daisy thought anyway. Once Harry auditioned for the X Factor he never talked to her again. She say storys about him in the magazines with random girls, and she hated it. She felt forgotton, and alone, and most of all broken
As for Harry he still loves her, and when they meet again for the first time in two years things get complicated.
How far will Harry go to tell Daisy that She's still the one?
Read and find out!
This is my first Movella so I hope you like it!

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17. A not so pleasent surprise

Daisy's pov~

Two months later~

I stare at the test the tears in my eyes.  I can't believe it.  Why did this have to happen to me?  I'm only 18 after all!  Harry would never exept this, espesically with his busy schedule.  How do I tell him?  How do I tell Harry I'm pregnant?  He'll leave me for sure.  I just know it.  He even told me that he wasn't ready for kids until he was at least twenty-one.  And this is three years to early.  As I'm think about how to tell him, I hear the front door close.  Oh great.

"Daisy?  Babe where are you?  I have some news for you!"  Harry yells, and it echos throughout the whole house. 

Taking a deep breath I yell back, "I'm in the bedroom Harry!."  Harry and I just recently just moved in together.  We thought it would be better then just going to each others apartments, and we moved back to London.  I really missed it here.  Our house is a two bedroom two story house.  And it's perfect for just the two of us... well now three.

I hear his footsteps as he walks up the stairs, and when I hear the door-knob turn I start to have a mini panic attack.  As soon as he walks in I put on my best happy face, and he seems to buy it.  Thank god!

I get up off the bed and walk over to him, and hug him tighly, knoning that this might very well be the last time I hug him.

"Woah babe!  Can't breath Daisy!"  Harry chokes out.  I giggle and slowly pull back.

"What was that for?  I've only been gone thirty minutes babe."  He chuckles, locking his bright green eyes with my brown ones.

"Just because.  What was your news?"  I question, smiling a little.

Harry takes my hand in his own and leads me to the bed, sits down, and pulls me onto his lap.  I sigh contently and lay my head on his chest.

"Ok heres the news.  We're going on tour!  Managment just told us today, that's why I got called down."  Harry says, his eye contact never breaking with mine.  I sigh.

"How long?"  That's all I can think to say.

"There thinking around three months, we have to go back to the US."  He replies, playing with a piece of my hair.

"Oh."  I say, tearing up a bit.  I can't cry right now!  Not here!

"Babe are you ok?  Your tearing up, whats wrong?  I still have time before I have to leave, if that's what your wondering about.  I leave in 15 days."  Harry says softly, kissing my neck.

"It's not that!  I have something to tell you Harry.  And I understand if you never want to talk to me again."  My words were only just above a whisper.

"You know you can tell me anything.  Whatever it is, I'm here for you.  Just please tell me."  He pleads.

"Harry.. I'm P-pregnant."  I say softly, not wanting to look at his reaction.

He takes a deep breath before replying, "How long have you known?"

"I just found out today."  I say

I feel my weight being moved from his lap onto the soft bed.  I look up and see Harry walking slowly to the bedroom door.

'Where are you going?  Harry please don't leave!  I can't do this without you!"  I say, finally letting the tears fall.

"I just need time to think.  I'll be back... sometime later."  He says without looking back at me.  Then he's gone.  The tears just keep falling, and I know that he won't be coming back.  It's over.    I ruined everything.  I turn around, putting my fface into the pillow, and scream my lungs out.  I hated myself all over again.  I know Harry won't come back.  I an't blame him though.

I just lie there and cry, thinking about where Harry and I would stand without this baby.  We would be happy.  This thing tore us apart.  But if he comes back, it's to collect his things.  Because I know for a fact that he won't want anything to do with me anymore.  And I hated myself.  I guess I always will.

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