Complete and utter silence was all I could hear. The silence cut the room like a knife cutting fog. I had ceased with the crying but pain remained. To my knowing, only he, Zayn, and Perrie knew of my secret. Honestly, I didn’t want the others to know, especially Cierra. If the word got to her, she would definitely tell my mother about this. I felt bad enough, like I let her down, and I just couldn’t have her know.
We would have to find a way to break the news carefully to them. But how? That was the eternal question. No one in the room knew. Zayn and Perrie had arrived in the bedroom fifteen minutes ago. I was still in a breakdown state. Still cradled in Harry’s protective arms. So many people asked me why I didn’t have a relationship before. This was why. I couldn’t handle seriousness easy with romantic relationships.
Zayn had taken Harry into the bathroom to discuss what was going to be done to keep the baby a secret from the house until we could come to a formal choice on breaking the news. Perrie sat there consoling me. My guilt was probably more painful than the fear that struck my core.
“It’s going to be just fine,” she assured me. “Zayn is an excellent keeper of secrets. And hasn’t Harry already announced he’s staying?”
I nodded, “But that isn’t the issue. They’re going to be suspicious when he doesn’t go with them for tour.”
“Zayn will know, but he won’t say a thing. He’ll say Harry had some private things to tend to.” Perrie insisted.
I shook my head violently. “No,” I objected. “He has to go on tour. That’ll just strike a media frenzy!”
“Shhh!” She whispered, trying to keep me silent. I knew I was getting loud. I felt my voice raise. When I was scared, my voice did that. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t change it. I just stamped my foot lightly on the plush carpet.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “But what are we going to do? I should’ve known better. I should’ve asked if he had a fucking condom!” I went to punch the pillow, but I missed and knocked my knuckle against the wall. I winced in pain as the blood trickled from my hand.
Perrie went and got a bandage out from the drawer across the room. She paid extra attention to the tiny wound. As I was being bound up from my injury and stupid movement, the boys came out.
“What did you do to yourself?” Zayn questioned.
“She’s just upset,” Perrie answered him without looking up. “I think you’d be too if you just figured out you were pregnant.”
“Well, I can’t get pregnant. So, no, I don’t know.”
“This isn’t the time for sarcastic remarks, Zayn!” Harry spat with acid in his voice.
Zayn nodded after he jumped back an inch or two. Harry’s deep voice was more petrifying than anything at this moment. He looked much older. His facial features seemed to man up ten times more than what they truly were. Everything about him was older, more manly.
I really wasn’t sure whether or not to be afraid of this masculinity. Every inch of my bones told me that I should. But my core told me it was just a charade. He was just being protective. He knew now that this was serious. You couldn’t run from a truth so real. He knew that I was carrying someone who would carry on his name.
“Sorry man,” Zayn apologized.
He nodded at him. He never said a word to him. Although his eyes were reassuring of the forgiveness, his body posture said a different story. He was rigid, stiff. I had never seen him so…so…intimidating since I met him. He never appeared to be that way.
“I want some time with her…alone.”
Perrie and Zayn took his command. With a single swipe of the door and a few steps, they were gone. His eyes fell on me. My heart dropped to the floor. I was expecting the worst, even when he already promised his stay. I heard the floor creak under his feet as he walked over to me. His arms wrapped around me for a moment that felt like forever, and then he hand my hands in his.
His cold, hard expression softened with much ease. He was himself again. The Harry I met a month prior to all of this exploding in my face. He carefully caressed his hands over mine. With a gentle nature, he lifted my hand to kiss it.
“You shouldn’t be worried about any of this,” He told me.
“Are you sure about that, Harry?” The worry in my voice was an alarm to him. Like, like he couldn’t understand why I was so petrified as I was.
He smirked a smile that sent chills through anyone who knew how amazing he truly was. “You know damn well I’m sure. You’re mine. You’re carrying my baby. You can bet that I’ll be the best father ever.”