Harry stayed the night after he kissed me.
The only reason I chose to make the decision of being with him was because I wanted this baby to know his/her biological father. I wanted it to have a relationship with both of it's parents, because I knew how painful it was to grow up without parents. Niall wasn't there when I went to check up on him. And it's probably because he heard... poor guy.
I left him a voice mail later on when he didn't answer any of my calls.
"H-hey it's me, Sarafina... again. I'm calling just to check up on you. I miss hanging out with you. What's the matter? Please call me back soon to let me know if you're okay. I'm worried...."
Harry entered the room after it, hugging me from behind. "He's fine Sarafina, trust me," he spoke, lightly kissing my neck. "I-I know, I just want to make sure..." I turned around and kissed his cheek.
"We have to talk about somethings... okay?" I told him, staring him in his sparkling green eyes. "Whatever you want sweetheart."
"I'm being with you... only because I want this child to have both parents in its life. A-And to be completely honest, I just want to take things slow, really slow, with us because- of what y-you did to me."
The sparkle in his eyes left instantly. "W-What? I thought that you forgave me! I thought that we could move on from all of this!" he yelled, making me jump. "I- thought that you could love me just the same as I love you!"
"This relationship will NEVER be easy for me! Every time you touch me I'm reminded of what happened!" I screamed back. "And that's not my fault, it's yours! I thought that I could love you until you took advantage of me..." I cried. Tears escaped from my eyes quicker than I expected. I have never felt so broken in my entire life. It felt like I was exposed without any protection...
I quickly turned around and headed towards my bathroom, feeling too sick to even talk anymore. Harry stopped me though, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him.
He had sadness in his eyes, and tears were welling up as well. He brought me to his chest and kissed my forehead, his hands stroking my back as I cried.
"I-I hate when we f-fight..." I told him. "I know love, I know," he cooed. "We'll take this relationship as slow as you want, starting now."
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