Stronger (Sequel to I Wish)

I reccomend you read 'I Wish' before this one.

It has been one and a half years since Kirsty last saw the members of One Direction. They haven't contacted each other at all over this period so Kirsty has not told them that she is pregnant.
Her pregnancy was unwanted and unexpected and the father is her rapist ex-boyfriend Dylan, who again did it to her 7 months after she had moved away from the boys and out of her Dad's house.
Kirsty, now 18, is now nearing her due date. When she is putting up her decorations in time for Christmas, an early, unexpected present arrives at her door.

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10. I Still Love You

Harry's POV

Kirsty dropped off while I was singing, snoring softly with her mouth open. I carried on rocking her in my arms gently, trying not to wake her. After about 2 hours of looking at her sleeping peacefully, I tried to place her onto the bed so that I could get a drink, but she woke abruptly and whispered my name.

'Kirsty, honey, go back to sleep, it's three in the morning,' I said and sat back on her bed. 'I just need to get a drink, I'll be back in a minute.'

I hear her groan and the duvet rustles as she rolls on to her front. I let out a little laugh and walk out of the room. I head downstairs to get my drink and see the boys watching 'The Ring' on the sofa. They hear my footsteps and turn their heads towards me, after putting the movie on pause.

'Hey guys, Kirsty is asleep so we need to be quiet,' I said and they all nodded. I half-smiled and walked into the kitchen. 

I reached for the handle of the fridge and pull it open. I look in the side compartments and grab a Coca Cola can, but as I begin to close the door, I notice a large bottle of vodka on the top shelf. After tossing the cola can back where I found it, I grabbed the vodka bottle and opened it. I put the bottle to my mouth, shaking, and down half of it.

The taste was awful, but I don't care - it made me feel good - so I downed the other half as quick as the first. I filled the bottle back up with water and placed it back in the fridge where it was. This wasn't me, I wasn't deceitful.

Then I thought about Zayn's cigarettes and opened the drawer where they were kept. I grabbed the whole packet with the lighter and stumbled out the back door. I lit the cigarette and placed it in my mouth: calmness flowed through me like a river, and I felt like me again. Happy old Harry.

I shouldn't be doing this, I thought but I carried on until I had nearly reached the stump. After throwing it on the floor, I stepped on it and walked back inside, packet and lighter hidden in the deep pockets of my jeans. 

I tried not to make it look obvious that I was drunk and that I had been smoking, but it was pointless because the boys were snoring their heads off on the sofas. Then I remembered that I had promised Kirsty that I would sit with her after I got a drink. Oh shit.

 

Kirsty's POV

I sat on my bed, wondering where Harry was, so I threw my legs over the side and stood up. While I was walking out of the door, I noticed Harry sneaking into his room.

'Harry?' I whisper and he stops in his tracks. 'Harry?' I repeat.

'Yeah,' he replies, still facing into his room.

'Will you look at me,' I say walking closer and I put my hand on his shoulder. I spin him around to face me and I breathe in. I smell a mix of smoke and vodka on his breath.

'Harry, have you been drinking and smoking?' I asked, a little hurt.

'Kirsty, I-'

'Don't,' I say, turning around and walking back into my room. I hear him follow me and close the door behind him.

'Look, Kirsty. I was trying to calm myself down. After everything that's happened these past few days, making the biggest mistake of my life and my daughter dying, I needed to feel happy and I thought drinking and smoking may help the pain go away,' he explains and walks over to me. I wrapped my tiny arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist. He holds me close and looks at my face.

Before I knew it, he leaned in to kiss me, but I didn't pull back. Instead, I just kissed him back - passionately. He maneuvered his hands up my t-shirt and broke the kiss to take it off over my head. I took his off, followed by my shorts and his jeans. Soon we were just stood there in our underwear, making out.

Harry broke the kiss and said 'are you sure you want to do this.'

I just nod and we strip the last of our clothing off and lock the door. We jump into bed and it happens - I don't like how I allowed myself to do this with him - but it happens. 

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