(Leah's POV - the next morning)

Out for groceries. Enjoy. xx Harry

I scoffed at the note and the box of donuts sitting next to the bed. I hated him, but I loved him. I was so frustrated. Why in the hell are you being so sweet when we're mad at one another. Can't you just let me hate you? Ugh. I shoved a donut into my mouth, letting the gooey confection ease my hunger.

I heard the front door close downstairs so I hopped out of bed and headed to the living room. On my way, I noticed how much better I'd felt. I actually had energy and my head didn't hurt. I smiled, happy that I was on my way to being back to myself.

I stopped as soon as I saw him. "Devon!" I squealed. Harry set him down and he came running to me.

"Mum!" He grinned and held his arms out. I swung him into my arms and planted kisses all over his chubby cheeks. I tickled him and we laughed and played together while Harry brought in the groceries.

"Why didn't you tell me you were picking him up?" I walked into the kitchen after putting Devon down for his typical after-lunch nap. I placed my arm on my hip. That'll show him.

"I wasn't sure if I was going to or not. I didn't want it to be too much for you." He answered, quietly. He didn't turn away from the window, which he'd been staring out of for God knows how long.

"I'm perfectly fine. I've felt much better today. So I think it's time you told me your side of the story." I folded my arms.

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, turning to face me. "Back when we broke up after the whole Danielle thing I met Caroline. She was a waitress. She gave me her number but I was too upset over losing you, I couldn't call her. Days later I went out with Grimmy and ran into her at a bar. We were drunk and I was just trying to forget about you. The next morning she woke me with breakfast and excitement over the European tour. I'd invited her while drunk and I didn't have the balls to tell her she couldn't come. So she packed up and went with us, but after the show in Italy I realized I couldn't live without you and she left. She was quite nice about it, too. Said you were a lucky girl and she wished us the best." He paused and I could feel the hitch in my throat. I'd never heard the story of Caroline and I'd wished I'd never had.

"Go on." I demanded.

"That was it. I didn't hear from her anymore until three weeks ago when you and I were in the studio recording." I did the math in my head - that was the day he'd started acting weird. He'd been on and off moody since and this explained it all. My stomach knotted and I had the sudden urge to hit him, but I fought it and continued to listen. "The call that day was from my manager, telling me that Caroline needed to be in touch with me as soon as possible. So I called her and she told me she wanted money to pay for the child I'd cursed her with or else she'd sell the story to the first pap she could find. So I sent her money. She left me alone for a week. Then she called back and demanded more money. This went on until last week. I guess she decided to sell the story anyways." He stopped, as if he was bottling anger. "I just didn't want you to get hurt. She's demanding I take a paternity test. The girl is about the correct age, but I just don't understand why Caroline didn't speak up before now." He'd been looking at the floor the whole time. I didn't want him to look at me. I didn't want him to see the tears that were streaming down my face.

"When were you going to tell me?" I managed to speak.

"Honestly, I hoped you'd never find out because I was afraid of what it'd do to you - what it'd do to us." He fiddled with his hands, still avoiding my gaze. "I just wanted to protect us - our little family is all I need and I couldn't let that be destroyed by some woman I barely know."

"Well, she did Harry. She fucking destroyed it! Oh and guess how many times Ryan and I had sex, Harry. Guess!" I spat. He didn't answer, he just stood there looking at the ground. "ZERO! You want to know why? Because I loved you so much, I couldn't bare to touch another man. You were with her for a whopping three weeks and you impregnate her. You should have thought about barely knowing her back then! Fuck, Harry. Are you kidding me right now? And you had no idea about the child. What bullshit! How could you hide something like this from me? Hell, have you been hiding it for five years? Have you known all along?" I threw my hands up. I was beyond hurt.

"Leah, I had no idea she was pregnant. I had no contact with her after Italy!" He yelled, looking up at me for the first time.

"Harry, how could you not know about this?" I stammered. I was shaking, I was so distraught.

"I really had no idea." Worry lines creased his forehead.

"Yeah right. How do you not know something so huge!?" I shoved him, my anger getting the best of me.

"I swear I didn't!" He backed away from me.

"And I'm supposed to believe you." I scoffed. "What do you want me to do? I can't just brush this off. Six years together and now this? Really?" I sank into the nearest chair and buried my face in my hands, tears streaming down my face.

"Baby, I'm sorry." Harry tried to comfort me.

"You need to leave." I spoke sternly.

"What?" He sounded surprised.

"Don't act like I'm supposed to be okay with this. I don't even know what to believe Harry! I need time to think things through."

"What about Devon?" He asked, on the verge of tears.

"He'll be fine with me. But you need to go!"

"Wait, for how long? Can't we work this out?" He cried.

"I don't know how long, but right now I just need you to get away from me!" I screamed at him, feeling more pathetic by the second. "How could we possibly work this out? This is too big to brush under the rug. Get the hell out!" I yelled. I had never felt so betrayed or hurt. Someone I'd move the world for had hidden something so huge from me when I'd told him and given him everything. I thought I knew him. I thought he loved me. How could I ever trust him again?

I heard cries coming from down the hall. I made my way to my baby. He was the only thing I was sure of anymore.

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"I just don't understand. We're married. We're supposed to work through things together. We're supposed to communicate and tell each other everything. And he hides something like this from me!" I cried. Eleanor, Perrie, Emma, and Danielle were at my house. We were all strung out in the living room and they were listening to my side of the story, comforting me.

Harry had moved into Louis and Eleanor's, but Eleanor wasn't too happy with him. My mom had flown over from the U.S. and was upstairs with Devon.

"Honey, I know." Emma patted my back as I leaned on her shoulder.

"Does it upset you though - about the little girl? Will it make you more upset if it is his?" Perrie asked. I thought about it.

I can't give him a little girl, but some slutty whore can. Fuck yeah it makes me mad!!

"Not really. He should have told me." I sniffed, lying.

"I think he was just scared - like he didn't know what to do. Ya know?" Danielle sat there as if she was still trying to process everything.

I sighed, trying to see the TV out of my swollen eyelids. A celebrity gossip channel was covering our story. The tears came again and Eleanor clicked off the TV. "I still think you need to talk to him, rather than shut him out." She commented.

I hadn't spoken to Harry since I'd told him to leave. Eleanor said he wasn't doing too well. He was staying in his room and not eating. I honestly didn't care. He'd put me through some terrible shit, so he deserved to pay for it.

"I'd just like to talk to that girl. Get her side of it." Emma thought out loud. I sat up from leaning on her.

"That's what I need to do. To see if Harry's really being honest." I searched for my phone. I found it and selected the name I used to love to call. This time I didn't want to even think about him, much less hear his voice. "Harry, I need Caroline's number. No I'm not going to kill her. No you can't come home. No I'm not going to hit her either, just give me the number she called you from. Okay. Whatever." I scribbled the number down and hung up.

"Um, what are you going to do?" Eleanor looked at me, fear traced in her eyes.

"I just want her side of the story. Jesus, do you all think I'm some kind of crazy bitch?" Everyone just sort of looked at me with wide eyes. Great, they all think I'm a crazy bitch.

Notes

So technically, it's Thursday in my time zone, but only by a few minutes, so I'll still update today (or tomorrow?) but pleeeeease leave me feedback. love ya's! xxxxx

PS I feel like the story line is everywhere, but with today (tomorrow's?) update, I'll be tying all the loose ends together and the whole plot will make much more sense so stick with me cause it's about to get gooooood! yay!