“You’re about six weeks along.” I repeated the doctor’s words in my head. It had been about three weeks since I found out I was pregnant, and I had just gotten home from seeing my doctor. Six weeks. I didn’t want to face what that meant.
The baby was Aaron’s.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!
I had to tell him that we were going to have a baby, but then that made it real… then I had to face the fact that I was carrying Aaron’s baby, not Harry’s. No matter how much I wanted it to be his, it wasn’t. It was Aaron’s.
Before I tell Aaron, I have to tell Harry.
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“What do you mean, it’s not mine?” he said through clenched teeth. He looked so mad and so hurt at the same time.
“I’m about 6 weeks along, and that’s how long it’s been since the rape.” I whisper. He pulls me into a hug when he notices I have started to cry.
“Do you still love me?” I ask between sobs. He pulls back and looks at me, puzzled.
“Of course I do, babe. Why would I stop loving you?” I begin crying again, but out of relief this time.
“I thought maybe, since the baby isn’t yours, you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it, and you wouldn’t want me to live here anymore…” he interrupted me with a kiss, which I didn’t object to, and kissed him back willingly.
“This baby is mine, even if I’m not the father. I will raise this baby with you as if it’s my own. I love you, therefore, I love the baby, even if it is his.” He leaned down and kissed me again. My heart was beating out of my chest. How could I have gotten so lucky as to have found a man like Harry Styles?
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“Hello?” Aaron answered his phone.
“Hey, it’s me. We have to talk.” I started.
“Okay. Go.” He waited for me to begin.
“I’m pregnant, and it’s not Harry’s.” his end of the line went silent.
“Is it mine?” he spoke quietly.
“From that night you came over and attacked me,” I accused.
“I don’t know what to say,” he breathed.
“Well, you don’t have to say anything, Harry is going to step up and be a father, even though I didn’t get the chance to have a kid with him first, because you had to go and rape me, in his house to say the least. I don’t want you anywhere near my child, but you better fucking believe you’re paying child support,” and with that, I hung up the phone and crumpled to the floor in tears.

Notes

OH SHIT THE BABY IS AARON'S!!!! HARRY'S GOING TO HELP RAISE THE BABY?!?! AWE!!!!!!!! HE'S TO PERFECT!!!!!!
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