(Y/N)’s POV
I am probably the happiest girl on earth. Tomorrow Harry and I will officially become husband and wife. After years of ups and downs, we’ve made it. This will be the beginning of our new lives.
Harry asked if he could go out with his friends for a bachelor party before we tie the knot. He promised me that he wasn’t going to do all that nasty stuff and I fully trust him. After being together for four years, he’s definitely earned my trust. I think he said they were going out and going to go to a club, but I’m more than sure he won’t cheat on me; that’s just not Harry. In four years, he’s been nothing but faithful to me, and I absolute adore him for that.
Harry and his bachelor party left maybe four hours ago. It’s already 10 PM so I should be getting some sleep. I lie down on my bed and close my eyes. For some reason I have a weird feeling in my stomach, but I know it’s probably nothing. Maybe something with the food my bachelorette party and I tried today. I soon drift off to sleep, excited for tomorrow.
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I slowly open my eyes, awakened by the noise of banging on my door. I sleepily get out of bed and walk to the door. I open my eyes to see…Louis?
“Louis?” I said yawning. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer. He just took a hold of my wrist and led me down the hall. We stopped in front of a room. “Uhm, Louis? Would you mind telling me what we’re doing?”
Louis looked at me with sad eyes. “(Y/N), you know that I love you like a sister. You’re one of the most amazing girls I’ve ever met, of course aside from Eleanor. But in all conclusions, just know that I’m doing this for your best interest.” He said looking me straight in the eye.
I am seriously confused, “Louis? Would you just mind telling me what you’d like to get off your chest?” I said.
“Why don’t you just see?” He motioned to the door.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. I opened it up to see Harry lying on the bed. I was about to ask what was wrong, but then I saw it. Or more like I sawher.
Harry was in bed with what seemed to be a stripper. Harry is not even drunk, and he’s snogging her right now.
The stripper said, “I had a great time last night, love. I would love to see more of you later.” She winked at him. I had pure disgust on my face.
Harry winked back and pulled her into a rough kiss. He has a smirk on face, like he was proud of himself. That bastard.
She walked out pushing past me not knowing who I was. Harry still didn’t notice me until he looked up, his smirk fading away.
“Uhm, (Y/N). It’s NOT what it looks like.” He said getting up and pulling his boxers on.
Tears started streaming down my face. I looked away and whispered, “How could you?”
Harry was about to respond, but then I yelled, “How could you? On our wedding day? You’re so fucking disgusting, you pig! I hate you so much. This is absolutely absurd. I don’t even want to hear from you again, you hear me? I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, and I hate you!” I said, my voice cracking more with every ‘I hate you’, I said.
Harry started crying with a hurt look on his face. “Please, baby. Today is our wedding day. I love you so fucking much. We’ll get married and have a happy life together, I promise! This was a onetime mistake; I swear I will NEVER do it again. Come on, let’s get ready and get married today, please. This is supposed to be the happiest day of our lives.”
He tried to touch me but I pushed him away. “How could you even say that, you sick bastard? You fucking disgust me. If it was the other way around, you would be gone. I’m fucking done. I’ve had enough of this. You honestly sicken me. I really thought you were better than this. I can’t even look at you.” I said turning away to see Louis with a sympathetic look on his face. “Thank you, Louis for showing me what the real Harry is like. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving back to my hometown, away from you!” I said pointing at Harry.
He tried to come close but Louis said, “Mate, I think it’d be best if you leave her for right now. You’re the one who messed up. Come on, (Y/N), let’s go.” Louis grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. Harry’s sobs were very evident, but I just ignored them. When I came back to my room, I erupted in sobs again. Louis came over and comforted me. He kept telling me it was going to be alright, but I knew that it wasn’t.
It’s been two years since me and Harry split. After we split, he and the stripper he cheated on with me became a couple. There was an article about it. I still remember it to this day.
“Are you as surprised as we are? We couldn’t believe it, but Harry Styles himself came in and confirmed it himself! According to the heartthrob, he couldn’t go through with the wedding because it was all a setup! He and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) were never together! He claims that him and Tracy Lee (Former stripper) had been together for a long time, but the thought of dating a stripper was not good for Harry’s career, and that’s were (Y/N) comes in. He says that his love for Tracy Lee was too much to handle. He couldn’t marry (Y/N) because it was all just a setup.
We’re very surprised. The cute young couple seemed so on love! But Tracy Lee is seems to be Harry Styles’ one thing. We congratulate you and Tracy Lee, Harry. Well done, she’s quite the looker!”
I knew that most of that was just bullshit. Him and Tracy’s first encounter ever was the morning of our wedding day. I honestly was thinking about taking Harry back, but after I read this, there was no doubt in my mind that he was just a jerk. Over the past two years, I’ve become much more confident and self-aware. It’s because of one important boy in my life, or should I say little boy.
A couple of weeks after my falling out with Harry, I found out I was pregnant. I know what you’re thinking, “Take him back! Or at least tell him about his son”
Oh trust me, I have tried.
*Flashback*
I just had Adam. He was such a beautiful boy; he has beautiful eyes. I am completely in love with this baby boy. I’m so happy to call him mine.
I knew that it would be the right thing to tell Harry. I couldn’t keep him away from my- I mean our child.
Harry and the rest of the band were staying in Atlanta, Georgia, and I so happened to be there visiting family. They were staying in a hotel near my family’s house. I decided to go and confront him about the whole situation.
I still had his number so I decided to call him first.
I dialed his number, anxious of what he was going to say. On the third ring, he picked up.
“Uhm, hello?” A raspy voice said.
“Harry” I breathed out. It felt so good to hear his voice again.
“(Y/N)?” He said surprised.
“Yes, Harry. It’s me. I wanted to talk to you.”
“What do you want?” He said rather rudely, but I brushed it off.
“I am just going to tell you this. After me and you split up I found out I was pregnant.”
There was a long silence until I heard the phone line go dead.
*Flashback Over*
I told him that I was pregnant, and he hung up on me. At first I thought it was just a connection problem thing, but then I called him again, but there was no answer. I tried many times but finally gave up. Harry really didn’t care about me, or our little boy.
But I’m done with all of that. I’m a much stronger person now. My little bundle of joy is only 13 months now, so of course he can’t exactly talk. He makes many strange noises, but I think it’s cute.
I recently got fired from my job due to not showing up because my son has been really sick. I barely made it by while I had his job, but now I’m in panic mode. He has so many medical bills; it’s getting really hard for me. I’ve had to sell a lot of my precious items just to get by, but even that money is running out.
I’m sitting at the side if his bed at the hospital, crying. The doctors told me that he’s been having so many fevers lately, that he’s had a seizure in his sleep. They’re saying that he’s still having many seizures.
They said they’ll take care of him, but I looked at the bill, and it’s honestly more than I’ve ever earned in my life.
I’m in panic mode and I know what I have to do. I have to call Zayn.
Me and Zayn were always close, but after my and Harry’s fall out, I lost contact with him.
I slowly walked out of my baby boy’s room and pulled out my cellphone, dialing his number; hopefully it hadn’t changed.
“Hello?” A voice says in a cheery voice.
“Zayn..” I sob out.
“(Y/N? Why are you calling me?” He said in an agitated voice.
“Please tell me that you’re in New York right now. Please tell me.” I say trying to hold in another sob.
He sighs at the other end of the phone, obviously not evident to my shaky voice. “Yes, I and the rest of the band are. What do you need?”
“Please, please, please come to Lenox Hill Hospital in Manhattans upper east side. Please.”
“I’ll be there in half an hour.” He said hanging up.
I went back to my baby boy’s room and saw he was so pale. I sat in the chair beside him and starting sobbing really badly to the point that I couldn’t breathe.
*30 Minutes Later*
I was standing in the front so that when Zayn gets here, he’ll be able to see me. I see him come running in with what seem to be four boys behind him, but because I’ve been crying so much my eyes are all blurred up.
I immediately hug him, scared that if I let go, I’ll fall to the ground. We hug for 3 minutes until he finally pulls away.
I open my eyes to see that there are four more boys with them. One being the father of MY child.
I was too upset to yell at Harry; it would do no good anyways. Zayn led us all into an empty hall of the hospital.
We sat done and then all the boys- excluding Harry- starting bombarding me with all these questions.
“Guys.” My voice croaked. “My baby boy. He’s been having so many fevers lately that it’s led to him having deathly seizures. The doctors said that he has a good chance of living with good medical care, but the bills are so much. I just got fired from my job, my debt is adding up, and this medical bill is more than I’ve ever earned in my life. I just need help. Please.” I said putting my face in my hands again, having tears come out of my eyes slowly.
They stayed silent for a couple of two minutes until Harry spoke up.
“Is he mine?”
I suddenly got angry. “Yes, you bastard! He is yours. And don’t you even dare blame me for not telling you because I did tell you! And you know what you did? You fucking hung up on me.” I said not being able to contain myself.
“Can you boys leave us alone for a second?” Harry said. All the boys reluctantly nodded, walking out shooting daggers at Harry.
“I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t believe I ever cheated on you. You also told me that we had a child together but I fucking hung up. Hung up because I was scared. If I wouldn’t of fucking hung up, we wouldn’t have been in this situation. (Y/N), I know you may not take me back, but at least let me be on our sons life. He needs a father.”
I sat there frozen. I didn’t know what to do at all.
“Do you want to meet him?”