The Tutor (Editing)

Anne Styles is my mothers best friend and she is like my second mother. Her son though he is a different story. I don't talk to him at all because he is the popular kid the bad boy kind of type. I however I get pretty good grades and I haven't been in trouble once. Now your thinking I'm a good two shoes now don't you? Well I said I haven't been in trouble once but I didn't say I haven't done anything bad. I just haven't got caught. Well Anne sees Harry's grades are in trouble so she hires me as a tutor. What a great idea right? No.



19. The Pancakes

It had been a week since I've left the hospital, it had also been the second weekend of the holidays. Therefore it was Christmas in a week and a half, the weather has become noticeably colder and I was cooped up in my room with my duvet and a chunky knitted sweater. I sighed as I looked out of my window thinking about what's happened. I had to deliver the news to my parents about the pregnancy and my father refuses to talk to me at all. My mother has been kind to take in the news but I can tell that I have disappointed her.

I hadn't talked to Louis so he still does not know what happened. Harry had been kind enough to keep it a secret so that I could tell him myself. Harry would call every day seeing as mum was reluctant to let him over and I was regaining my strength. I had lost a few kilos when I was in the hospital and I was much skinnier and had almost no muscle. It didn't surprise me much but it did bring my self esteem down considering I was border line anorexic. I found it hard to eat a lot of food but I really tried to get as much in as possible.

I felt like I needed to tell Louis but I couldn't do it without Harry. Him and I agreed that we would give it another shot. I didn't remember anything and what I felt for Harry didn't leave. I was extremely fond of Harry and I wasn't going to let myself ruin it.

I picked up my phone and dialled his number, I pressed 'call' and put the phone up to my ear. I heard it ring once. Then twice. Then three-

"Hello?" His raspy morning voice echoed through the phone and I couldn't help but giggle knowing that I had woken him up. "Kylie." He murmured and a skill was clear in his voice.

"Why hello sleepy head." I said softly cuddling myself deeper into the sheets.

"Well what's the cause for me to wake up to such an angelic tone this morning."

"I was wondering if you would like to go out to breakfast with me." I asked hopeful that he would not deny my request. Fortunately for me I was right.

"Where'd you purpose?" He questioned and a smile grew into my lips.

"The Pancake House, meet me there in an hour?" I asked biting my lip hoping he would agree to my very childish choice of breakfast bar.

"I'll pick you up." We decided that he would be me up in an hours time so it left me plenty of time to get ready. I did the usual in regards to brushing my teeth and washing my face. I combed through my hair and tied it up into a bun. I applied foundation and all the rest of my make up simply because I looked pale and I wanted to add some colour to my face. I wore a dark brown lipstick and some eyeliner just to spice up my look a bit.

I stripped down into my underwear to find some clothes but I caught a glimpse of my self in the mirror that was situated behind my closet door and I couldn't help but shut the door and stare at myself. Even my tattoos say differently on me and I just didn't like it. Even though I was thinner in my arms and legs my stomach was slightly bulging out and I took a deep breath. I turned away from the mirror to look at the clothes that hung in my closet. I went with black skinny jeans and a pale long sleeve nude ribbed body suit. I threw on my favourite long nude coat and a pair of suede boot heels. My outfit looked really put together with I was really happy with so I grabbed my phone and shoved my purse into my coat pocket. I realised it was almost time for Harry to pick me up so I went down stairs to see my mother in the lounge room with a coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other.

"Mum I'm going out for breakfast." I told her hoping she wouldn't over react seeing as I haven't left the house since I had been back.

"Go on," I could hear her sigh and she seemed extremely stressed out but I didn't know what to do so without another word I grabbed my black knit scarf from the rail and walked out of the door. I smiled as I saw tiny snow flakes fall from the sky and the cold air tickled my cheeks. It wasn't supposed to snow for another few days but I guess the snow came early that year.

As if on cue Harry's car pulled up in front of the house and I immediately ran to the car jumping in the passengers seat. "You look extremely beautiful today." Harry cooed as he lent in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled at the tingling feeling he gave me and he started to drive.

"I'm glad we could go out to breakfast today." I tell him as he focused on the road. He looked devilishly handsome in his black coat and black jeans, I couldn't help but stare.

"I'm glad we could too babe." He smiled not taking his eyes off the road but taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on my thigh. I placed my hand on top of his and gave it a squeez not wanting to let go.

The ride wasn't long until we were at the pancake house sitting at a booth with hot chocolates and delicious meals on our plates. "This place is so good." I stated as I took another bite of pancakes with a piece of strawberry and cream. Harry swooped his hand over my plate and stole a strawberry throwing it into his mouth. "Not fair get your own!"

"Hey hey we can share!" He laughed as he put a piece of chocolate waffle into a fork and held it out to me. I didn't hesitate to take the food and swallowed it almost immediately.

"I'm just really craving strawberries and cream." I say as I take another bite letting it ease my hunger for the sweet treat.

"I can tell." He laughed but soon his facial expression softened into a frown. I just realised that my craving wasn't just a simply craving and Harry knew it too. I grabbed his hand and rubbed circles on the back making him feel slightly more relaxed.

"I want to tell Louis." I spoke with confidence but I was stil unsure of myself.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked knotting his eyebrows together. "I mean if you're not ready you don't have to tell him."

"We need to tell him Harry." He stopped when that sentence left my mouth.

"We?" He asked with a light smile appearing on his face.

"Yes, we." I smiled at him making him feel more comfortable. "I want us to do it together." He seemed to relax at the thought of us doing it together rather than me doing it alone. "Like you said it's most likely yours because we didn't use -you know- protection." I whispered the last part feeling slightly awkward.

"But what if it's not mine Kylie what's going to happen to us?" He asked looking quite concerned.

"Absolutely nothing," I assured him. "If anyone is going to be a father to this child it is going to be you no matter wether it's yours or not."

Harry smiled but I could tell his eyes were slightly watery and his hand was gripped tightly into mine. "I love you, so much." He whispered and I could feel my heart melt.

"I love you too Harry."


We were both stood on the porch of Louis house, I grabbed Harry's hand and rung the doorbell. We had been standing there for five whole minutes contemplating whether or not to ring the doorbell but I decided that I just couldn't wait.

The door swung open revealing Louis in a pair of sweats and a sweater. He looked horrible. Bags under his eyes messy Harry and his face slightly skinnier than what I last saw. I did the only thing I could, I let go of Harry's hand and I have Louis a hug. He returned the hug gripping tightly onto my shoulders and my arms were wrapped around his torso. There was nothing romantic about the hug. Simply two friends in need of each other's embrace.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled as we were hugging. "I'm so so so so sorry." I could just hear the strain in his voice from how sad and apologetic he was. He really meant it.

"Louis it's okay," I Said as I pulled away from him and returned next to Harry. "Can we come in?" I asked trying to be polite and he nodded and let us in. The house was extremely quiet and I guessed that nobody was home except for Louis.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?" He asked as we made our way to the kitchen, Harry stil hadn't said anything and his face was tense. I could practically feel the fury radiating off of him.

"We haven't spoken a word to each other in two months and that's the first thing you ask me?" Harry stated coldly with his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.

"Harry I would have said something else but I don't know what to say." Louis hung his head in shame as he leaned against the kitchen island. I held Harry's hand making sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

"This is my first proper relationship. And you nearly ruined it, well you could possibly still ruin it." Harry voice was slightly louder and I tightened my grip on his hand in an effort to calm him.

"I screwed up so bad but I promise you I'm not going to ruin anything between you two ever again." Louis shot back getting a bit frustrated with Harry's anger. "I'm not the only one you should be yelling at. And I'm not the one who disappeared for two months. "

Louis looked directly at me and that's when Harry burst. "Don't you fucking dare bring her into this!" Harry's voice boomed and it scared me. It sent chills through me that I had never felt before. "If you even have a shit about her and went looking for her like I did you would have known she was in a car crash! You would have known she was in a coma for six weeks!"

"Harry." I demanded pulling him back as he got closer to Louis who had a completely shocked expression on his face.

"I'm so fucking glad she doesn't remember having sex you."

"What do you mean?" Louis' voice was soft and almost fragile.

"I woke up with amnesia." I told Louis truth fully and all Louis seemed to get out was 'oh'. I had enough of them yelling so I decided to just tell Louis why we were there. "That's not why we came here, we didn't come here for you to fight or to tell you I don't remember. There's something else."

"Alright what is it then?" Louis asked sighing. He clearly knew it was something bad but it was above all things bad.

"I'm pregnant."

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