Try Hard // h.s

Melanie had to get away from her disturbingy abusive home. Far away. When she runs away to the airport, flying to London, England, with no home to go to, she comes across a rather familiar looking passenger. Harry Styles. Will she finally have a place in London to stay? Will she fall in love with her new best friend?

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12. Never in a Million Years

On the way to Harry's and Louis', and now my home, the hunger that I felt inside grew immensely. Harry stopped by Nando's and we ate. We tried not to discuss the particular topic out in public, so all that he said was "I want to keep it. I want us to keep it." He looked a little worried, but in his eyes, I could see that he was happy and ready for this.

"We will," I said to him and continued to eat my food. What would the lads say? What will happen to One Direction? What will my family---- no, I'm not telling my family. We will tell the lads and they will probably tell their families. That's all the family that I need. The Styles', the Tomlinson's, the Horan's, the Payne's, and the Malik's. They were all I wanted and needed.

When we had reached the car again and sat inside, Harry had asked me if I was telling my family back at home. "No. No I am not. They aren't my real family, anyways, with the way that they treated me. I don't want my child growing up around that. Promise me that we won't be like my parents?"

"I promise," he said to me as he grabbed my hand. I smiled and kissed him.

"Let's go home," he said to me, starting the ignition.

It took about twently minutes to get home from Nando's but it was worth it. In the car, I had the seat layed back and my eyes were closed, holding my tummy. When we got inside, Lou had said hey and asked where we had gone. "None of your damn business!" I yelled at him.

Harry's POV:

"What's her problem?" he asked me as Mel slammed the bedroom door closed upstairs..

"It's nothing. She's...."

"She's what, Harold?" Lou asked, sounding a little angry. Probably because Mel had just yelled at him.

"She's.. pregnant" I tried to find the words but there was only one way to say it, and it had come out.

"She's what?! Harry you can't just go around--" He was suddenly cut off by my yelling at him.

"I know and I don't. I love her very much and we're keeping the baby, whether you like it or not," I snapped at him.

Mel's POV:

I heard yelling downstairs, so I cracked the door open and put my head out. It was Harry and Louis. They were arguing over me being pregnant. Louis didn't like it but he said he would eventually grow on the idea. Harry loved it. He loved the thought of being able to cradle his own baby in his arms and become the best father he could be.

I walked out of the room and stood at the top of the stairs. They both suddenly stopped arguing and turned to look at me. Harry had been crying from the words that Louis had spoken to him. "I hate it! I hate that she's pregnant!" Louis' words replayed in my head like I time bomb. They were the only words that I had heard him speak in their argument, but he knew he had yelled more.

"What's wrong?" Harry said to me. He could tell that I had been crying also because of my swollen, red eyes and my puffy cheeks.

"This. You. The arguing." I couln't find the words exactly, but the two knew what I meant. "I just want Louis to love this as much as you and I do." I looked at Louis, who seemed to be lost in amusement, as if we were joking. "I just want the baby to have a good uncle, Lou," I said to him, and he suddenly broke out of his amused daze, now looking surprised.

"No," Harry broke. "I just want them to have a good godfather." He said, and now, both me and Harry were looking at Louis.

"I will be." he said, the shock was clear in his voice.

Louis' POV:

Godfather. I am going to be a godfather. I was going to have a beautiful niece or gorgeous nephew soon and I was going to be their godfather. I didn't like Mel being pregnant but I will grow on it. I had to.

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