Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.

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43. Ruined It


**Brooke's POV**

I felt sick. I couldn't see straight.
Oh, believe me I was over the moon with joy about being pregnant but I was terrified that Harry would leave me. He would chuck me out and refuse to speak to me or have anything to do with the child's life. I didn't want that- but I wouldn't get rid of it.
"Come on, B." Belle tries to help me stand up from the bathroom floor. I felt like an absolute idiot for crying this much about it but I knew that he was going to leave. He wouldn't want to know me. I had ruined everything. I would probably ruin Harry's career too.
Oh god.
I let Belle and Lia guide me into my bedroom where I sit on the end of the bed and put my head in my hands.
"B, look at me." Lia crouches infront of me.
"B." she says sternly and I lift my hands away from my tear-stained face.
"B, listen you won't be in this alone. We're all here for you and we'll help you talk to Harry if you want us to." She offers me a small smile but I shake my head, sniffing.
"I think i'll talk to Harry by myself." I didn't want them to witness him dumping me and refusing to ever see me again.
"Are you sure?" Belle asks, doubtfully.
"I'm sure," I nod and stand up, straightening my clothes.
"Here goes nothing." I murmur, heading out of the room and down the stairs. Belle and Lia follow me as I enter the kitchen, where all the boys are gathered.
"Can I speak to you for a moment, Harry?" I ask; My voice shaking.
"Sure," he lifts an eyebrow up at me and I stand over the breakfast island; not meeting his eyes. Lia and Belle hush everyone out of the room, closing the door behind us.
"What's wrong?" He asks, frowning.
"Harry, I'm... I'm..." I stutter, biting my lip and fighting tears.
"I'm pregnant," I blurt it out, looking away immediately. I don't want to see his reaction. After a long moment of silence, I look up and meet his eyes. He just stands there, gaping at me. His face is blank and expressionless. Then he opens his mouth.
"B," he murmurs before swinging a fist, sending a glass splattering to the floor. I flinch at the sharp sound and watch in despair as he flees from the kitchen and out into the garden. I fall to the floor, sobs escaping me.
"B!" Lia exclaims, rushing in to the room. She tries to comfort me but it's no use.
I'd ruined it.

Harry's POV

The setting sun casts an orange glow over me as I storm into the field. I carry on walking and walking until I end up in the street. Luckily, no one is around so I sit on the edge of the pavement and bury my face in my hands.
"Harry!" Zayn shouts and I shake my head as he runs towards me.
"Harry," he repeats, out of breath. He sits beside me on the pavement and I kick a stone in frustration.
"What's wrong?" He asks and I clench my fists.
"Brooke's pregnant." I say.
"She's what? Pregnant?!" He exclaims and I nod.
"God," Zayn mutters.
"Why are you so angry? Shouldn't you be happy?" He asks, looking at me.
"Of course I'm happy!" I reply in frustration.
"You don't look it," he notes and I sigh.
"I just feel like I've ruined it. I've ruined her life, Zayn. She's going to be stuck with me now whether she likes it or not because I was stupid enough to get her pregnant!" I fly my arms out, guilt toppling over me.
"Listen, mate. I'm sure Brooke is happy too and probably scared right now. She needs you," he puts a hand on my back, slapping it slightly.
"Go back and talk with her, she needs you." He urges and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"You're right," I decide, standing up.
"C'mon," Zayn says and the two of us head back to the apartment.
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