Fate

Chapter 15

"I'm sorry for making you leave last time." I say rubbing my shoulders.

"Don't be." he smiles.

How could he be smiling? I'm dying right now just at the thought of us having a child together.

"Are you okay Stella?" he says.

"I'm fine. Just a little sick." I point out.

"Since your pregnant, would you like to stay with me? I know you don't want to be here with your mum that doesn't know." he smirks.

It sounds so weird coming from his mouth that I'm pregnant.

"How would you know I don't want to be here with my mom?" I say crossing my arms.

"Because if she knew she would obviously be smacking you." He laughs and I join him.

"Are you sure?" I say looking at him with an unsure expression.

"Of course. It's the least I can do Stel." He says coming closer to me.

"I'm going to go pack a small bag Harry. Be right back." I say walking away.

"Erm okay." He says sitting impatiently.

I take out a medium sized bag from my closet and put shirts, pants, shoes and pajamas in it for about a few days.

I grab my toothbrush, shampoo, makeup and my curling wand.

I think that should be enough...

Ill just come back in a few days to get more.

"You done yet?"Harry waits impatiently.

I can tell he's smiling.

"Yeah." I say walking about of my room.

Just as me and Harry were about to walk out the door, my mom opens it before we reach it.

"Uh oh." Harry says with his hand on my back.

"What is this?" my mom looks at both of us.

"Mom, I'll explain it to you later." I say trying to get past her.

Her huge purse stops me.

"I want an explanation now. I come back from the car and see this?" She says with the door still open.

"Close the door it's cold." I demand.

She closes it but still holds her ground.

"I need to talk to you alone. Not with Harry." I say.

"I'll be back in 30 minutes."

"Stella your going to need a good explanation." She says letting us go.

"I'm an adult, you don't need anything from me." I say slamming the front door.

We make our way to Harrys oversized car and I close my door while looking at my mom.

My mom looks at me from the house and does so until we leave.

"Wow." Harry says looking at me and turning on the hot air.

"What?" I say rudely.

"Your mum. She's going to be bad isn't she?" he smiles.

"Yeah. So where do you live?" I say changing the subject quickly.

"I live in an apartment. It's pretty big." He says trying to make me feel better.

"Where by?" I ask watching the beautiful snowy scenery we pass by.

"It's 15 minutes away from Central Park." he says keeping his eyes focused on the road.

"Oh." I say trying not to reminisce of that night.

Central Park? Where you got me pregnant? I say in my mind.

Man I really need to relax. These hormones are taking over me just like the alcohol did that night.

We stay silent until we arrive at this beautiful apartment complex.

"Here we are." He says pulling into the rows of apartments.

We park and he walks around to open my door for me again.

"Want me to take your bags?" He offers.

"Ummm. I guess so, thanks." I say with a smile.

He pulls out the keys from his long black coat he wears and unlocks it.

I walk in first to smell a rich aroma of cinnamon and Christmas. It smells beautiful.

"Wow..." I say speechless.

"Is it too strong?" He says closing the door behind him.

"No no, it's perfect." I say looking back at him.

"Make yourself at home." he says taking off his black jacket.

I see his tattoos appear as he takes off his coat. He has a white v neck on so it shows the dark ink through it.

"Nice tattoos." I say walking towards him.

"Thanks." He says.

"You got any?"

"Umm no... I don't like them on me." I shrug and gaze into a mirror.

I look so tired. I'm still wearing the same thing. It's a little comfortable but at least I don't look like a complete mess.

"Oh." He says.

"I don't like needles." I say looking around his place.

"Oh, that's right. So does every other girl." He says.

I ignore his comment and look around.

There's candles that light up the apartment, there's really nice couches and a TV and the kitchen is really beautiful too.

"You must like decorating?" I say pointing to his vases.

"Oh no my mu-" he says when an elegant voice stops him.

"Oh, hello. You must be Stella." A beautiful woman says.

I assume she's Harry's mom by the way her eye stares into mine.

My god that's all I see in her.