Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

This isn't how I planned any aspect of my life to occur.

The plan was simple: Finish university with a 4.0 GPA, Get a well-paying corporate job that's more intense than the assistant job I've now, Find a man that loves me for me, Get married at a gorgeous ceremony, Have beautiful children, Grow old with the man of my dreams and watch our kids mature right before our eyes, and Then fall deeper and deeper in love with our time together.

That Night wasn't supposed to happen. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

*Contains: Language, mild sexual content, and a bit of violence. Content could be triggering for some.*


17. ✗ sixteen ✗


"The food here is delicious Louis, how did you find this place?" I ask kindly as I try my best to swallow down the food. Harry had done as I had asked and ordered me something vegetarian, but I had lost most my appetite after what had happened in the bathroom.

"A friend of mine actually proposed to his girl here. He said that I should try it sometime."

"Don't you think he meant with a girl?" Harry cuts in, taking a bite of his food. I divert my eyes and subtly plug my nose. The smell alone is causing my stomach to churn. "Like a date."

"Where's the fun in that?" We both laugh along with Louis until silence falls over our table.

The two men are engrossed in their food that it's quiet for the first time since sitting. Louis isn't bombarding me with stories of Harry back in sixth form or throughout university. And Harry isn't telling him to "sod off" every five seconds and telling me to ignore his every word. It's actually quite fun to hear them talk like old friends and not like businessmen.

"Oh this place is just so lovely!"

My entire body stills at that feminine voice approaching slowly. I drop my fork against my plate, the sound clattering throughout the rather quite restaurant. And I curse myself internally for bringing attention to myself.

"Shay?" Harry mutters, leaning towards me. I just ignore him and wait for what was to come. I keep my head low and watch as three pairs of shoes walk past the table. One pair is clearly that of a worker's, the second is some of the tallest heels I've ever seen, but of course I've seen them many-a-times, and the last pair belong to a rich, asshole of a man that I call my father. "Shay?"

"Shhh, don't say my name." I hiss at him, keeping my head low until they've passed entirely.

When I bring my head up, Louis and Harry are staring at me with wide-eyes, wondering what the fuck has just happened. I look past Louis to a round booth near the corner of the room. It's way too big for just the two of them, but then again so is their home. They love big and flashy things!

"You look like you've just seen a ghost." Louis mutters with a slight chuckle underneath his breath. I shake my head, unable to take my eyes from them.

My mother sighs loudly at the table, running her manicured fingernails along the surface of the wood. She announces that it's just perfect and looks to my father as if wanting him to verbally agree with her. I hear her sultry voice from across the room, as if she was sitting at my side. Her dress is absolutely gorgeous from what I can tell, and I'm sad to say that I may be jealous.

Unfortunately I'm not quick enough to divert my eyes from their table because her irises meet my mine at once.

"Fuck me." I say, loud enough for both Louis and Harry to hear clear as day as my eyes widen tremendously.

"Whoa." Louis mutters, trying to contain his laughter but failing miserably.

"Shay, darling!" She begins to approach the table with my father quick on her heels; an equally shocked expression etches across his face. I want to get up and run, but I physically cannot. It's like my whole body has been glued to his chair. "My, my, my what a surprise!" She announces coming to the edge of the table. She clicks her long, manicured nails against the edge of the table making me cringe. "You ignore all my calls and claim to be quite ill, yet here you are!"

Anger sears through me at her words. She has no right to call me out on my actions when her's are ten times worse. She also has no right bringing up what has happened here of all places. For all she knows, I could be at a work dinner. She would have ruined everything.

"Mother." I say though clenched teeth. I feel Harry instinctively scoot closer to me and rest his hand on my thigh underneath the table so no one would see. He gives my leg a small squeeze and keeps his limb there. "I'm busy, please." I say with hard eyes.

"Why, that's no way to talk to your mother." She gasps, resting her hand over her heart. The waiter that had showed them to their table has disappeared somewhere in the interaction and I'm glad for it. I don't need, nor want, him to witness it first hand either.

"Mum, please." I beg, looking to my father as if he will actually help me out, but like usual he stands still as a statue. Somehow I find the strength to rise to my feet and stand tall. Harry's hand slides off my thigh as I go to stand, thankfully not allowing my parents to see. I look down at the table. Harry is staring up at us, visibly gulping nervously. Louis is just staring at us like we're some animals in a zoo. "I'm in the middle-"

"No." She cuts me off, her voice growing slightly louder. Patrons of the restaurant turn and send us dirty scowls, which make me feel even sicker. "You think that you can stop by our home, drop a load of crap story into our laps in hopes of gaining pity, and then you ignore me for the next three weeks?"

"I'm sorry-"

I open my mouth and stare at my mother; only the words that are spoken weren't mine. They are from the man sitting at my side and standing by me throughout this whole thing, " But you have no right." I suck in a nervous breath and wait for the yelling to begin. "How dare you come here, make a scene, and call your daughter out on something that did, in fact, happen. And how dare you come by and remind her."

"And who might you be? The accused rapist?" My mother's scowl towards me knocks the air out of my chest. Harry grows silent behind me, a gasp leaving his and his mate's lips. I know she never believes me, but I never thought she would accuse anyone of this, let alone in public.

"You need to leave, right now." Harry threatens, his hand coming into contact with my hip and holding me against him. I can feel how tense he is, but I'm positive I am just the same.

"Come along Libby." My father finally butts in, setting his hand on her shoulder and guiding her.

"You look like you're doing just fine to me." She hisses, eyeing me up and down with narrowed eyes. "Don't bother trying to come back home. We don't welcome liars into our house." I feel the tears prick my eyes at her venomous words. "And don't you think for a second that I'll be at your side when this, this," She motions to Harry behind me, but I just back up instinctively against him, "this man breaks your heart."

"Right now you're the only one that's breaking my heart." I choke out, allowing my voice to crack slightly. "You are a sad excuse of a mother." I remind her. "And I hope I never have to see you again."

As she turns to leave I do the same, storming off towards the direction of the exit.

I can vaguely hear Harry apologizing for the scene as I leave but I'm too angry to know what is real and what is swimming around in my head. I have always known that she was born a truly vile woman, but I never knew she would stoop this low just because I'm defying her every wishes as her daughter. Surely if this had happened whilst I was readying to marry a rich suitor she would have taken pity on me or helped me through the process, but not this way.

I stalk my way out into the cool night air. May brings with it showers and flowers, but also a terrible chill in the air if you aren't lucky. I think we pretty much establish that I'm far from lucky so the unusual cool night is no surprise. I allow the tears to cascade down my cheeks as I lean against the side of the restaurant, burying my face into my hands.

A hand being placed on my shoulder scares the shit out of me until I see who it is. Like before, I lean into his touch and allow him to hold me. The calming scent of his cologne mixed with his natural scent slows the sobs from my body and rocks me into a calm state.

"Let's go home, love."

"I'm so sorry-"

"No, none of this is your fault." He assures me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and hugging me close.

As long as I'm in his arms, I don't need my parents. Hell, I don't need them ever, but especially when I'm with Harry. I can care less that they're not going to be in my life from now on. I don't need them. Not now, not before, not ever.

The drive back to Harry's home is left in silence, except for the bit of music that is playing softly over the stereo system. I say nothing as I stare out the window, watching buildings, vehicles, and people pass by without a care in the world.

Harry says nothing as he drives, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting against my thigh. His thumb would occasionally caress my skin, but I do nothing to move it. Truthfully, his touch is all I need right now.

Once we reach the house I make my way up to Harry's bedroom and change out of the tight dress. I put on a pair of sleep shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt before going into the bathroom and removing my makeup and taking my hair down. When I exit the bathroom Harry is exiting his closet without his suit jacket.

"I'm just going to change and then I'll be out of your way."

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I ask barely above a whisper. Harry gulps lightly and looks around the room, his eyes fixed on the unmade bed from this morning. I curse myself internally for sounding like a needy child, but don't take back what I had announced. "I just don't want to be alone and I sleep better when you're here."

"Of course." Harry finally speaks. "I'll be right back." With that he leaves the bedroom.

I sigh heavily before climbing into the comfortable bed and snuggling underneath the duvet. Not a minute later does Harry come back. He wears only a pair of athletic shorts that hang low on his waist so that the top of his briefs shows off. "I can put on a shirt if you want." I shake my head, almost too soon.

"No, it's okay." I assure him, watching as he makes his way into the large closet. He puts away his suit and comes out, flipping all the lights off as he walks. I make a mental note to call the dry cleaners to have someone pick up his suit.

His actions are agonizingly slow as he makes his way towards me, lifting up the duvet only seconds before climbing in and covering us both up. He keeps his distance, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. I lay on my side, staring over at him in the darkness and hoping that he can't see me or sense my eyes on him. But I knew he can.

"I really am sorry about dinner." I whisper, staring at his bare chest in the darkness.

"It's not your fault." He assures me, his voice a mere whisper as well. "I can see why you hate your parents." I chuckle lightly, he doesn't know the beginning of it.

"Yeah, they're right awful."

"Thank God you don't take after them." I chuckle lightly once again and scoot closer to Harry in the darkness. For some reason I just need him to hold me like he had been last night, or at least be so close that we can touch.

"Trust me, you're not as happy about that as I am." I assure him, scooting even closer until I'm only a few inches away from him. I can feel the heat of his body radiate off of him and over towards me, causing a relieved breath to leave my parted lips.

"What are we doing?" Harry finally asks. I jump slightly and try to scoot away, having a feeling he isn't comfortable with what I'm doing.

What is wrong with you?

"I don't know."

"No, I don't mean move away. I quite like cuddling with you." My cheeks burn hot at his words and I immediately know this isn't a good idea. "I just mean that," He groans loudly and brings his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes heavily. He stares up at the ceiling for bit, mouthing something to himself before turning back to me, "you know I like you, don't you?" I feel like the air escapes my body as he speaks. "I mean you have to know that."


"We get along better than I've ever gotten along with anyone in my entire life, aside from Louis, and we like spending time with each other. I've made it pretty obvious, haven't I? With all the compliments and offers to keep you round." I stay silent, just listening and taking in his words. "I must suck at flirting then."

"You've been flirting with me?" I question.

Harry looks over at me in the darkness and turns onto his side so we're just staring at each other.

"For the past two and a half years, at least." I chuckle lightly and shrug my shoulders.

"Then, yeah I guess you suck at flirting." Harry laughs along with me until the punch is no longer funny. "I've always had a feeling you liked me, I mean not until recently really. I always thought you were just this way with everybody, until Melissa was brought on and I saw that you most definitely weren't."

"I just don't like her."

"Well neither do I, but I try and act like I do."

"Try and fail." I reach over and flick the side of his nose, but am too slow to escape his hand grasping mine. We still together, my hand resting against the side of his face as his large hand holding mine. His thumb caresses the back of my palm slowly as his eyes study me in the darkness.

"I think the dead give away was when your stepfather came into the office and told me how much you speak of me when you're with your family. Either that or when you told me before the party that you liked me so much."

"I was trying to tell you, but you just brushed it off as nothing." Harry sighs, continuing to run his thumb along my hand. "Like you didn't believe me. Honestly thought you didn't feel the same."

"Is that why you're letting me stay here with you?"

I really hope he isn't just doing this to impress me and hopefully get me to fall for him. If it is the only reason I'm still allowed to stay here, I will leave right now. I don't know where I'd go, but I'd leave.

"One of the reasons." He admits, scooting slightly closer to me and latching his hand onto mine tighter so I can't escape. "I would do this for anyone, especially you. I can't just leave you to deal with all by yourself." He takes a deep breath and I stare at our joined hands. "Do you, um, do you feel the same way?" He asks, almost hesitant of my answer.

I've always liked Harry as my boss and as a friend, but I've never really thought about him in a relationship type way until recently. Once I came to live with him I started to notice a change in my attitude towards him. The way I look at him and how he makes my heart skip a beat. The fact that he cares tremendously about me sends me spiraling down into the whole year eight crush stage.

"I think so." I say without overthinking. Harry sighs heavily and sends me a soft smile as his eyes fall closed. "I honestly think it's just now occurred to me how much I do like you." I admit. "I never put much thought into the way you make me feel when we just talk outside of work, or how I feel when you touch me, or, you know, stupid stuff like that."

"It isn't stupid, I feel the same way."

"Oh thank God." I sigh, laughing to myself as I allow my eyes to flutter closed. "It's just-" My eyes open again and I focus on the silhouette of Harry's face in the darkness, gulping lightly. I hope he can't hear the waver in my voice as I speak.

"What is it?"

"I'm scared." I admit in a whisper. Harry's hand that has mine captured begins to lightly caress my palm. "Everything's so screwed up." I mutter, trying my best to keep the tears at bay. My emotions are screwed and I can't seem to compose myself, ever. "Is it wrong that I'm having these feelings for you when less than a month ago I was-"

"Please, don't say it, not now." Harry begs, closing his eyes and nuzzling his cheek against my palm.

"I'm scared of what will happen. I'm pregnant Harry." I remind him, though I know he hasn't forgotten. I take a deep breath, tasting how the words felt on my tongue. "Yeah, I'm pregnant and this isn't your responsibility, none of it is. You shouldn't have to be here, you shouldn't have to do all that you are. It feels wrong and I feel bad, guilty even, for dragging you down with me."

Harry lets go of my hand and, instead of letting me be, places his arm on my hip and pulls me closer. I rest my face against his bare chest, exhaling deeply at the feeling.

"I'm not going anywhere." He promises, drawing a smile to my lips slowly. I blink the dampness out of my eyes and sigh.

"What now?" I finally ask, sniffling lightly.

"We should discuss this in the morning."

"Good plan." I mutter, beginning to feel my damp eyes grow heavy. "Thank you for being here. I really appreciate everything you're doing for me. Goodnight Harry."

And as I'm almost completely out I hear Harry mumble one last thing, a phrase that melts my heart and warms my soul:

"Goodnight Beautiful." 



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