CHAPTER TWELVE
"What the hell is this?" Harry angrily questioned, slapping the glossy magazine onto the glass table of the hotel. "Is Harry's Girlfriend Actually A Loon?" The magazine asked, with a picture of me pushing Cherry down the stairs. Rage in both of our eyes. I stared back up at him, unaware of what to say. "It's not what it seems" I choked, scared what might happen next. "Well it pretty much seems like you've pushed one of my old friends down the stairs!" He exclaimed, gripping onto the magazine, which was now wrinkly.
"She was trying to kill me!" I shreiked, flailing my arms up in the air. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore, Payton" he responded in a monotonous voice. "What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" I morosley cried back. "Us, I can't do us anymore, not after this!" He replied, dragging his suitcase out of the room. "Harry, please don't do this!" I shouted out between sobs,approaching the door.
"Why not?" He cried
"Because...Because.."
"Just spit it out already,damnit!"
"BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT!"
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Waiting Tables (Harry Styles FanFic!)
FanfictionLong ago, A poor waitress the name of Payton Meyers, was stuck with her abusive father Her life consisted of working all day and all night at the Polar Bear Inn She needed to get away From her life Or at least from reality And one day, a boy name...
