Los Angeles to London
The Dinner (Part Two)
Harry's POV
My family and friends were seated around the vast dinning room table, chatting amongst themselves. Alex and I were in the kitchen finishing up with dinner.
"Harry, I don't think I can do this."
"Everything will be fine, I promise."
"They're gonna hate me." She whispered, chewing on her lip nervously.
"Trust me, they aren't going to hate you. And even if they do, they'll hate me too, we're in this together." I said, pulling her in for a hug, and placing a kiss to her forehead.
Alex's POV
We had finished dinner and now we were all just sitting around the table drinking tea and exchanging stories. The boys had told us (Anne, Gemma, Robin, Des, and myself) stories about tour, about the trouble they got in and different crazy fan stories. Someone stole Harry's hat while he was swimming, while another fan stole Liam's boxers from his balcony. All the stories had distracted me from the real reason why everyone was here.
"Well, it's getting late, I think we should be heading home." Anne said, glancing over at Robin.
I looked to my left at Harry, he looked nervous, he took a deep breath before speaking.
"Wait, uh... mum, guys, everyone,... Alex and I have something to tell you."
For probably the millionth time since meeting Harry, my stomach twisted in knots. My breathing started to tremble It was now or never. Well not really never, because they'd find out eventually, but I wanted to be the one to tell them.
Harry placed his hand on my knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Anne looked over to us and I could read the expression on her face, she knew something was up. I looked around the room, all eyes were on us.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, meeting Anne's gaze.
"We..." my voice squeaked.
"What is it?" Des asked, confusion laced his face.
"We um..." Harry spoke up.
I placed my hand on top of his, and squeezed, he looked at me, I met his gaze and gave him a weak smile.
"We are going to.." I stopped for a second and returned my gaze to Anne before finishing my thought. "...have a baby."
Once the words left my mouth I felt like my world had stopped. The secret we had be harboring for weeks was out. I thought that once it was out there that I would feel instant relief, but I felt the exact opposite. I felt like I was going to be sick. I felt the bile rise up my throat. I grabbed my glass of water and took a sip, hoping that it would suppress the feeling in my throat. It worked for the time being.
"A baby!" Gemma exclaimed.
I looked her way, I couldn't tell if she was happy or disgusted.
I looked at everyone else in the room. Anne looked completely shocked, Des still looked confused, Robin looked indifferent, and each the four boys had smiles spread across their face.
Zayn was the first to speak up. "You just had to one up my engagement didn't you?" He questioned with a smirk.
Harry let out a nervous chuckle. "You caught me." He joked back.
I turned to look back at Anne. Honestly I could care less what anyone else in the room thought, I only cared about Anne's reaction. She's Harry's mom, the most important person in his life.
"Anne?" I asked, quietly. Afraid of what she had to say.
She didn't say anything though. She got up from her spot across from me and headed upstairs.
"I'll be right back." Harry said, pushing away from the table.
"No, you stay. I'll go."
"But-"
"No, you stay."
Harry reluctantly returned his chair to its previous position. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up to head to the stairs. When I was at the bottom of them I heard Niall's voice.
"You're so whipped!" He chuckled.
"Shut up!" Harry spit back with a laugh.
Once at the top of the stairs I saw that the door to our guest bedroom was cracked open. I walked over to it and knocked lightly.
"Anne?" I whispered.
I pushed the door open and saw Anne sitting at the end of the bed with a pillow in her hands, looking down at it.
"He's just a child." She whispered.
I let out a relived sigh before walking farther into the room.
"Anne, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen."
"It was bound to happen sometime, I never liked the idea of him dating older woman."
It felt like her words slapped me across the face. Older woman? We are practically the same age.
"What do you mean older woman? We're basically the same age."
"He's 19 Alex, and you're 21." She said, looking up at me. I could see the glossiness of her eyes, she was trying to fight back tears.
"He'll be 20 in two months, it's really not that big of a deal."
"Yes it is, he's so young and this whole thing" she gestured to my stomach "just took his youth away."
"Would it make you feel better to know that I said the exact same thing to Harry, but he's too stubborn to care?" I asked, harsher than I wanted, but I could feel the blood boiling in my veins from what she had just said.
"You did?" She asked.
I sat down on the floor in front of her. "I did. When I found out I was pregnant I wished it wasn't true, not for myself but for Harry's sake. I wanted it so bad to be a false alarm, but it wasn't. The night I told Harry he didn't even speak to me, I thought for sure that he was going to leave me, tell me that he couldn't handle being a parent. But then he kept telling me over and over again that he was going to be there for me and this baby. I didn't believe him at first. I thought he was just saying it because he thought it was the right thing to say. But then I spent the entirety of November pushing him away, but he wouldn't let me. He held on to what we had with every piece of him."
I stopped, to gauge Anne's reaction to everything that I had just told her. She knew I had more to say.
"Go on." She said.
I took another deep breath before continuing. "There's a possibility that the baby isn't Harry's, but-"
"What do you mean there's a possibility it isn't his?!" She all but shouted.
"Before I met Harry I was in a relationship with a guy named Max. Long story short he wasn't the best boyfriend and I had to get away from him, so I took the job with Burberry, and I met Harry just days after Max had forced himself upon me."
She gasped, but I continued. "But like I was saying before, there is a possibility that the baby isn't Harry's, but he doesn't care. I told him from the beginning that the baby could be Max's, but he told me that it doesn't matter, that no matter what the baby is his. Earlier this week we went and got a paternity test done, we should get the results any day now, and I hope that with every fiber in my being that Harry is the father. Harry is the greatest person I've ever met. He saved me. Saved me from my past life, from myself, he helped to learn that love really does exist. I've never loved someone so much. And everyday that goes by that I don't know the results of the test kills me. It kills me to know that Harry could possibly be loving someone else's child. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know and I know that he's young, but there isn't anyone else in this whole world that I would want to do this with." By the end of my long winded speech I was in full blown tears.
Anne looked from me up to the door behind me, I turned to see Harry staring down at me.
Harry's POV
Alex followed my mom upstairs.
"You're so whipped!" Niall bellowed.
"Shut up!"
"Wow, I can't believe you're gonna be a dad." Gemma said, moving to sit next to me."
"I know, it's crazy. But it feels right." I explained.
"Well, I know you'll be a great one." My dad said to me.
"Thanks dad." I said with a smile.
My phone rang interrupting the love fest that was currently engulfing me. I wonder who it could be. The people that I talked to most were all sitting around me.
"Excuse me." I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I headed to the kitchen.
I looked at the number, it wasn't one I recognized.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Harry?"
"Yes this is him."
"Sorry to call so late, this is Dr. Croft." Dr. Croft? Oh right! Alex's doctor.
"It's okay, is something wrong?"
"Well, I tried calling Alex but she hasn't answered or called me back."
"Okay, so what's wrong?"
"I have to results of the paternity test, but unfortunately I have to leave early in the morning to go home for Christmas, I really wanted to give you the results in person, but it will have to wait till after the new year."
"The new year?!" I asked annoyed.
"Yeah."
"Can't you just tell me over the phone?"
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because you aren't my patient Harry, Alex is."
"Please tell me, Alex won't mind. I would like to be the one to tell her rather than you. No offense." I said rather rudely.
"Fine, but only because I legally can tell you, because I preformed the test on you as well."
"Okay, so am I the father or not?"
"But like I was saying before, there is a possibility that the baby isn't Harry's, but he doesn't care. I told him from the beginning that the baby could be Max's, but he told me that it doesn't matter, that no matter what the baby is his. Earlier this week went and got a paternity test done, we should get the results any day now, and I hope that with every fiber in my being that Harry is the father. Harry is the greatest person I've ever met. He saved me. Saved me from my past life, from myself, he helped to learn that love really does exist. I've never loved someone so much. And everyday that goes by that I don't know the results of the test kill me. It kills me to know that Harry could possibly be loving someone else's child. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know and I know that he's young, but there isn't anyone else in this whole world that I would want to do this with."
Once I could tell that Alex was crying I stepped out of the shadow of the hallway and into the dimly lit guest bedroom. She turned to look up at me her watery eyes.
I fell to my knees and pulled her into my chest. She broke down crying harder than I had ever seen her cry before. I kissed to top of her head before looking up at my mom, the tears flowed from her eyes as well.
I pulled Alex away from me so I could see her face. "Hey, hey stop crying." I said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry." She sniffled.
"Didn't I tell you to stop apologizing?" I asked, with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah." She nodded her head, still in my hands.
I kissed her forehead. "It's mine." I mumbled against her forehead.
"What?" She asked, pulling her forehead away to look me in the eyes.
"The baby, the baby is mine."
My family and friends were seated around the vast dinning room table, chatting amongst themselves. Alex and I were in the kitchen finishing up with dinner.
"Harry, I don't think I can do this."
"Everything will be fine, I promise."
"They're gonna hate me." She whispered, chewing on her lip nervously.
"Trust me, they aren't going to hate you. And even if they do, they'll hate me too, we're in this together." I said, pulling her in for a hug, and placing a kiss to her forehead.
Alex's POV
We had finished dinner and now we were all just sitting around the table drinking tea and exchanging stories. The boys had told us (Anne, Gemma, Robin, Des, and myself) stories about tour, about the trouble they got in and different crazy fan stories. Someone stole Harry's hat while he was swimming, while another fan stole Liam's boxers from his balcony. All the stories had distracted me from the real reason why everyone was here.
"Well, it's getting late, I think we should be heading home." Anne said, glancing over at Robin.
I looked to my left at Harry, he looked nervous, he took a deep breath before speaking.
"Wait, uh... mum, guys, everyone,... Alex and I have something to tell you."
For probably the millionth time since meeting Harry, my stomach twisted in knots. My breathing started to tremble It was now or never. Well not really never, because they'd find out eventually, but I wanted to be the one to tell them.
Harry placed his hand on my knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Anne looked over to us and I could read the expression on her face, she knew something was up. I looked around the room, all eyes were on us.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, meeting Anne's gaze.
"We..." my voice squeaked.
"What is it?" Des asked, confusion laced his face.
"We um..." Harry spoke up.
I placed my hand on top of his, and squeezed, he looked at me, I met his gaze and gave him a weak smile.
"We are going to.." I stopped for a second and returned my gaze to Anne before finishing my thought. "...have a baby."
Once the words left my mouth I felt like my world had stopped. The secret we had be harboring for weeks was out. I thought that once it was out there that I would feel instant relief, but I felt the exact opposite. I felt like I was going to be sick. I felt the bile rise up my throat. I grabbed my glass of water and took a sip, hoping that it would suppress the feeling in my throat. It worked for the time being.
"A baby!" Gemma exclaimed.
I looked her way, I couldn't tell if she was happy or disgusted.
I looked at everyone else in the room. Anne looked completely shocked, Des still looked confused, Robin looked indifferent, and each the four boys had smiles spread across their face.
Zayn was the first to speak up. "You just had to one up my engagement didn't you?" He questioned with a smirk.
Harry let out a nervous chuckle. "You caught me." He joked back.
I turned to look back at Anne. Honestly I could care less what anyone else in the room thought, I only cared about Anne's reaction. She's Harry's mom, the most important person in his life.
"Anne?" I asked, quietly. Afraid of what she had to say.
She didn't say anything though. She got up from her spot across from me and headed upstairs.
"I'll be right back." Harry said, pushing away from the table.
"No, you stay. I'll go."
"But-"
"No, you stay."
Harry reluctantly returned his chair to its previous position. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up to head to the stairs. When I was at the bottom of them I heard Niall's voice.
"You're so whipped!" He chuckled.
"Shut up!" Harry spit back with a laugh.
Once at the top of the stairs I saw that the door to our guest bedroom was cracked open. I walked over to it and knocked lightly.
"Anne?" I whispered.
I pushed the door open and saw Anne sitting at the end of the bed with a pillow in her hands, looking down at it.
"He's just a child." She whispered.
I let out a relived sigh before walking farther into the room.
"Anne, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen."
"It was bound to happen sometime, I never liked the idea of him dating older woman."
It felt like her words slapped me across the face. Older woman? We are practically the same age.
"What do you mean older woman? We're basically the same age."
"He's 19 Alex, and you're 21." She said, looking up at me. I could see the glossiness of her eyes, she was trying to fight back tears.
"He'll be 20 in two months, it's really not that big of a deal."
"Yes it is, he's so young and this whole thing" she gestured to my stomach "just took his youth away."
"Would it make you feel better to know that I said the exact same thing to Harry, but he's too stubborn to care?" I asked, harsher than I wanted, but I could feel the blood boiling in my veins from what she had just said.
"You did?" She asked.
I sat down on the floor in front of her. "I did. When I found out I was pregnant I wished it wasn't true, not for myself but for Harry's sake. I wanted it so bad to be a false alarm, but it wasn't. The night I told Harry he didn't even speak to me, I thought for sure that he was going to leave me, tell me that he couldn't handle being a parent. But then he kept telling me over and over again that he was going to be there for me and this baby. I didn't believe him at first. I thought he was just saying it because he thought it was the right thing to say. But then I spent the entirety of November pushing him away, but he wouldn't let me. He held on to what we had with every piece of him."
I stopped, to gauge Anne's reaction to everything that I had just told her. She knew I had more to say.
"Go on." She said.
I took another deep breath before continuing. "There's a possibility that the baby isn't Harry's, but-"
"What do you mean there's a possibility it isn't his?!" She all but shouted.
"Before I met Harry I was in a relationship with a guy named Max. Long story short he wasn't the best boyfriend and I had to get away from him, so I took the job with Burberry, and I met Harry just days after Max had forced himself upon me."
She gasped, but I continued. "But like I was saying before, there is a possibility that the baby isn't Harry's, but he doesn't care. I told him from the beginning that the baby could be Max's, but he told me that it doesn't matter, that no matter what the baby is his. Earlier this week we went and got a paternity test done, we should get the results any day now, and I hope that with every fiber in my being that Harry is the father. Harry is the greatest person I've ever met. He saved me. Saved me from my past life, from myself, he helped to learn that love really does exist. I've never loved someone so much. And everyday that goes by that I don't know the results of the test kills me. It kills me to know that Harry could possibly be loving someone else's child. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know and I know that he's young, but there isn't anyone else in this whole world that I would want to do this with." By the end of my long winded speech I was in full blown tears.
Anne looked from me up to the door behind me, I turned to see Harry staring down at me.
Harry's POV
Alex followed my mom upstairs.
"You're so whipped!" Niall bellowed.
"Shut up!"
"Wow, I can't believe you're gonna be a dad." Gemma said, moving to sit next to me."
"I know, it's crazy. But it feels right." I explained.
"Well, I know you'll be a great one." My dad said to me.
"Thanks dad." I said with a smile.
My phone rang interrupting the love fest that was currently engulfing me. I wonder who it could be. The people that I talked to most were all sitting around me.
"Excuse me." I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I headed to the kitchen.
I looked at the number, it wasn't one I recognized.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Harry?"
"Yes this is him."
"Sorry to call so late, this is Dr. Croft." Dr. Croft? Oh right! Alex's doctor.
"It's okay, is something wrong?"
"Well, I tried calling Alex but she hasn't answered or called me back."
"Okay, so what's wrong?"
"I have to results of the paternity test, but unfortunately I have to leave early in the morning to go home for Christmas, I really wanted to give you the results in person, but it will have to wait till after the new year."
"The new year?!" I asked annoyed.
"Yeah."
"Can't you just tell me over the phone?"
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because you aren't my patient Harry, Alex is."
"Please tell me, Alex won't mind. I would like to be the one to tell her rather than you. No offense." I said rather rudely.
"Fine, but only because I legally can tell you, because I preformed the test on you as well."
"Okay, so am I the father or not?"
"But like I was saying before, there is a possibility that the baby isn't Harry's, but he doesn't care. I told him from the beginning that the baby could be Max's, but he told me that it doesn't matter, that no matter what the baby is his. Earlier this week went and got a paternity test done, we should get the results any day now, and I hope that with every fiber in my being that Harry is the father. Harry is the greatest person I've ever met. He saved me. Saved me from my past life, from myself, he helped to learn that love really does exist. I've never loved someone so much. And everyday that goes by that I don't know the results of the test kill me. It kills me to know that Harry could possibly be loving someone else's child. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know and I know that he's young, but there isn't anyone else in this whole world that I would want to do this with."
Once I could tell that Alex was crying I stepped out of the shadow of the hallway and into the dimly lit guest bedroom. She turned to look up at me her watery eyes.
I fell to my knees and pulled her into my chest. She broke down crying harder than I had ever seen her cry before. I kissed to top of her head before looking up at my mom, the tears flowed from her eyes as well.
I pulled Alex away from me so I could see her face. "Hey, hey stop crying." I said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry." She sniffled.
"Didn't I tell you to stop apologizing?" I asked, with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah." She nodded her head, still in my hands.
I kissed her forehead. "It's mine." I mumbled against her forehead.
"What?" She asked, pulling her forehead away to look me in the eyes.
"The baby, the baby is mine."
Notes
So many feels!!!!What did you think!? What did you think about everyone's reaction? Anne's? Are you happy with the outcome!?
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Random Fact!
I had braces for 3 years and 8 months and I finally just got them off this past wednesday! It feel so weird not having braces. But now I have a retainer, and I hate that thing more than I ever hated my braces.
Did you ever have braces?
p.s.
I have an idea for a new story, I think it will be more like a short story. I think I'm going to try to write it all out before I post it on here, so look forward to that in the future. :)
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-L
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