When 19 year old Hannah ends up pregnant by Harry Styles after a one night stand, he makes it clear that he doesn't want anything to do with her or the baby. Now Hannah has to make the hardest choice of her life... WHAT WILL SHE DO? DOES SHE KEEP IT OR GET RIDE OF IT OR PUT IT UP FOR??? READ AND FIND OUT!


2. Chapter 1

*Hannahs P.O.V*

I threw the test in the garbage and wiped my tears away. This wasn't supposed to happen, it was only supposed to be a one time thing. A fling, just a fun night with a hot guy. An extremely hot guy- actually a celebrity. We met in a bar 4 weeks ago and just clicked. Or maybe we were both just wanting intamacy. Both of us agreed it would be just a one night stand, we wouldn't need to see one another again or say anything to anyone. But thanks to that fucked up mistake I'm now carrying his child. I'm Pregnant. The band he is in---> One Direction. Has a signing today, I grabbed my keys and drove downtown it was flooded with teenage girls. I kept my tears in the whole time so no one would see me crying. How could I have let this happen? What am I going to do now? I'm only 19 for crying out loud.

I waited in line for almost 3 hours, I hust kept replaying it over and over what I was going to tell him. How was I going to break this kinda news? How will her react? I finally got to the front of the line, when I saw him my stomach turned from anxiety. When he saw me I think he experienced the same kind of emotions, so he pretended not to know me.

"Hello, and what can I do for you?" He didn't even smile to me like he did with the other girls.

"We need to talk, Harry." I said in a whisper. He nodded and stood up, he apologized to the other girls behind me in line. We went over to a private corner to talk.

"What's this about, Hannah?" He hissed. "I thought we agreed this was a one-time thing? We would never speak again." He said harshly. Glad to knpw the father of the baby doesn't like me.

"Harry... There's no easy way to tell you this...."

"Are you clean?" He asked suddenly. That was all her cared about-getting an STD. He didn't care about me or this baby.

"Yes, well no." I said. He cussed under his breath.

"What the hell did you give me, Hannah?" He hissed, anger taking over his voice.

"Nothing, it's what you did to me."

"I'm clean, I've been tested"

"This isn't about an STD, Harry!" I said loudly, then I felt the tears coming to the rims of my eyes. They spilled over onto my cheeks and something inside of Harry made his anger go away. He pulled me close and hugged me.

"What's wrong? Please just tell me" He whispered soothingly.

"Harry, I'm..... I'm pregnany with your baby.." I felt him go into shock. Then he pulled back and stared me in the eyes.

"Who else knowns?"

"No one."

"Please keep it that way. Don't let anyone know its mine; I need to keep this out of the media, ok? I'm really sorry about this, I'll pay child support, I promise I will.

"Maybe we can make this work?" I asked hopefully and help my stomach. "For our child." Harry looked away.

"I'm sorry, Hannah. I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't love you." Sounding more harsh than I'm sure he intended. Never less, it stung. I took a step back. "It wouldn't be fair for our child to have parents that don't love each other."

"So you're not going to help me raise this baby? You're going to leave me on my own?! I'm 19 years old, Harry, I already have debt, I'm a student, I can't afford this child."

"I'm sorry. I really am. I'll help you out financially in any way I can, but we can't be together. I'm really sorry Hannah."

With that, he turned and walked away.


I just came back from the clinic, where I had made the hardest decision of my life.... It's been three moths since I last spoke to Harry. He hasn't returned any of my calls, but so far I've gotten 2 or 3 envelopes in my mail box with a couple hundred pounds in each of them. Each had a note saying somethings along the lines of: For the docotors appointments ~H.S.~  Or something like that. Just a small note, and just initials. It was so heartless that he was trying to distance himself from me when I'm carrying his child inside me. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. I was hesitant to answer it, wondering if it was the building manage coming to collect the rent. Lo and behold, Harry's face was the one I was greeted with when I opened the door.

"What do you want Harry?" I asked while looking down at the floor.

"I just came by to say again that I'm sorry for everything and I hope the money is helping with your.... pregnancy needs."

"Yeah, it is thanks." I didn't smile. "I actually came back from the clinic."

"Is there something wrong with the baby?" He asked quickly, Huh? I could tell he was actually concerned. Maybe he did have a heart after all...

"No nothing is wrong." He breathed a sigh of relief. "I actually found out the gender today. It's a little girl." I saw tears in his eyes and Harry smiled proudly.

"A girl?" He asked and I nodded. "I've always wanted a daughter. Can we name he Sibella? Please? I've always loved that name."

"What do you mean: Can WE name her? There is NO WE, NO US. You made that clear." I scoffed.

"That's what else I wanted to talk to you about. I was wrong Hannah, you're right we should try and make this work. For Sibella." He smiled, wiping his tears away and letting his dry eyes return. He looked so happy... how was I going to tell him?

"Harry.... there's just one problem."

"What's that?"

"I cant't do it Harry. Maybe 3 months ago if I thought I had someone there for me, and my baby, someone to help me rasie her.... Maybe I wouldn't have made this decision."

"What decision?" All of the color drained from his face

"I'm having an abortion." He stood there in shock and steadied himself on the door frame. "I'm going in tomorrow to get it down."

"NO!" He growled in anger. "I won't let you!!!!"

"This isn't your decision to make Harry!" I yelled back. "This is MY body, MY life, MY choice. If you had been there I wouldn't have to do this!"

"Please!" He cried tears spilled onto his cheeks he was shaking. "Please... I"ll do anything. Just don't kill my daughter. Please don't end my baby girl's life."

"I'm sorry Harry." I started closing the door on his crying figure and he didn't stop me

"Please just give my daughter a chance!" He shouted through his sobs. "Please!!" I closed the door, locked it for good  measure. I looked in the mirror and realised that I was crying too. I sank to the floor with my back against the wall and sobbed. I stayed next to the door until I heard Harry pick himself up and leave... still crying.

I stayed in my position for hours maybe. Just repeating the same thing; "I'm so sorry Sibella. I'm so sorry."







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