One Direction Preferences

He Breaks Up With You Before You Tell Him You're Pregnant (pt. 3)

((again, upon large request, here's part 3!!))

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Liam:
Just after your friend and you finished the cake, you texted Harry, not thinking you’d get much of a response but you got something. You asked if Liam had made it there yet and got a positive answer, nodding to your friend that you might as well go now. Looking at the clock, you saw it was around seven at night and you knew that the both of them would still be up. You grabbed your keys and you and your friend were out the door.
“Just tell him!” Your friend said while you drove your way to Harry’s home. “Like a band-aid, rip it off; tell him!”You laughed and nodded, growing more confidence, along with more anxiousness, the more you drove alone. It seemed like a simple thing to do and you’ve never been uncomfortable around Liam so this can’t be much different.
As you walked up to the door, you were hesitant to knock, thinking over every single possibility that could go wrong, essentially over worrying yourself. Eventually, you got yourself to shakily bang your fist against the door, immediately retreating it back to your side. “Hello… oh.” Liam said as he opened the door and was faced with you and your friend. “Hi,” you whispered, blushing and almost shriveling away. Your friend, thankfully, had your back, pushing you and urging you to say what you came there for. “What’s… uh… what’s up?” He asked, leaning on the door that was only open ajar, enough to fit him and no more. It was as if he was to say, ‘don’t-come-in’. “I… we need to talk.” You stuttered out, looking down for a bit before meeting his flat gaze. He nodded and came outside, closing the door behind him. You were confused as to what he was doing but you went along anyway. “Well, there’s news I have and your family knows, my family knows, and… and (Y/F/N) knows.” You said as Liam’s eyes moved from you to your friend, her nodding behind you. “What?” He asked, growing more interested. “Liam… I’m pregnant with your child.” You blurted, looking at his face with more worry than ever. Your eyes were almost shut due to the fear of what he was going to say back. He stood there, not saying a word for what seemed like forever before he opened his mouth. “How long?” Was all he replied with. “Four months.” You said shyly. “But Liam, you came home from a long tour and broke up with me over someone you slept with. Look, I know it gets lonely on tour and people make mistakes, but I can believe you didn’t mean it. I know you didn’t, I can see it in you. Unless you have feelings for this girl, I’m willing to work this out with you. I want this child to have their father.” You spilled, earning a smile from your friend and a sympathetic grin from Liam. “I think it’s best we talk about it too. Want to go get some tea?” You beamed, throwing your head up and nodded, grabbing your friend’s hand and all four (Harry being dragged along by Liam) heading off to the car.

Harry:
You called Harry on that day at the park, but he did not answer. You left two texts, trying your hardest to track him down. All the boys replied the same, ‘now isn’t the best time. Leave him for a little bit.’ Obviously of to no help. It’s now been a whole month with no communication of you two and you grew worrisome. You called your mother almost every day, since she’s the only one who currently knows, and she helped you through it all. You couldn’t think of her being this supportive what with all the typical mother-daughter banter you two have, but you’re glad she is because if she wasn’t there for you, you’d go mental trying to find someone to be there for you. You’re sitting at home now, trying to work on paperwork for your job as you just can’t concentrate. All that’s been on your mind is Harry. You couldn’t think of anything else and it was getting fairly irritating. “FUCK!” You screamed, throwing your pen down in agony while your fingers pulled at your hair. You got up to get yourself a drink when there was a knock at the door. You groaned, slumping your way over to the door and opening it to a messy haired, red eyed, baggy man. Moving your eyes up and down, you couldn’t believe what you were looking at. Harry was standing there looking more of a mess than you. You couldn’t think that was possible. “Uh… hey Harry.” You stuttered, still shocked at what was standing under your doorframe. “Can I please come in?” You nodded, widening the door and stepping aside to let him in, shutting the entrance behind him. “Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?”
“Uh, tea would be nice please? L-“
“I know,” you chuckled, cutting him off as he was about to say what he wanted. You could feel him smile behind you at the fact that you knew, always loving that about you. “So, uh, what… what do you need?” You turned around, leaning against the counter as the water boiled so you could see his face. “I’ve just been thinking about what happened, like, a lot. It wasn’t fair what I did and I’m so sorry. I just left you and that wasn’t right. I just-“
“Harry, I’m pregnant.” You whispered, setting down the tea in front of him as you took a seat yourself. He gasped, shooting his head your way, a smile creeping its way to his face unwillingly. “Wait, seriously? Babe… I… is it mine?” You chuckled and nodded, earning another intake of breath from him. “I don’t want you to stay with me just for our child though… because that’s not right for them.” He shook his head vigorously, grabbing your hands and kissing them repeatedly. “No, that’s what I wanted to talk about. I’ve been thinking and it was rude what I did and I can’t deal. It’s like… I can’t handle anything without you. (Y/N), I need you back. Please… forgive my dick moves and asshole actions and take me back as your Harry?” You laughed and nodded, tears slowly dripping as he embraced you in his arms. “Just promise me this won’t happen again.” You whispered against his hair. “I promise,” he said, kissing your cheek and holding you tighter.