The next day I was free to go home, and only Harry came to pick me up as he didn’t want anyone to bother.
Outside of the building was such a big crowd, what a tumble over me. I hated that, I was "sick" and they came to watch me.
Could it be worse?
-Babe, you scared me sooo much!
Harry whispered, kissing me on the cheek as we made our way to the car.
He helped me enter as the crowd was shouting and pushing all the way behind him.


-How did you get pregnant, I mean I know it’s not the right place or time, but I was just wondering, umm, I was sure I used a condom every time, and we had our last sex on the yacht which wasn’t three weeks ago, all this is..
-Could you shut up!
I yelled through my teeth cutting him off, even though it was only two of us.
What he thought he was doing, I had just got out of hospital and he was asking questions. I’d almost had enough knowing that I had been pregnant and lost the baby.
It was such a shock for me, part of me was basically gone with that baby, although it was Zayn’s.
Harry’s empty glare was diverted to me, I completely made him speechless. I felt guilty, what a bitch.
-Sorry, honey, but I still can’t get over the thought that I lost your baby. And of course that it was yours, how could you just think of anything else.
I made the most apologetic look on my face I knew, placing a soft peck on his lips.
I fucking lied, it hurt, and the worst of all, he bought my every word, all my lies.
He took my hand in his, kissing it gently, and I hugged him, smelling his unique and incredibly incredible scent.
But one thing was roaming in my head.
I wanted him to punish me for everything.
I wanted to feel his rage, to suffer every time he would look at me.
Because I deserved it, I fucking did.

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-Is Zayn in his room?
I asked Liam as we were standing in the hall.
It was the second day since I had gone out from hospital, and I wanted to get out of my room for Harry didn’t let me.
However, I couldn’t stand lying in the bed alone, so I decided to visit Zayn, and share the news with him.
-Yeah, I think he is.
Liam, approvingly nodded and smiled slightly. I frowned awkwardly, my lips curving into a smirk, and I started walking towards Zayn’s room.
I got anxious, my hands started sweating, I couldn’t think of what to say in the first place.
Only a few more steps and I had been before his doors. I took a deep breath and entered the room, grinning just a bit, so he wouldn’t assume right away why I came.
-Should I guess who was missing m...e.
I shuddered, my slight grin utterly faded away from my face.
The only sound I could hear was the one when my heart broke in two.
I was so stupid to fuck with him, if I hadn’t I would’ve never felt this way.

Everything was so fucked up, I had cheated on Harry a hundred times, even with Niall.
There was no mercy for what I had done. That needed to stop, but how when I was a horny slut who discovered that couldn’t go on without a sex.
But why were you fucking everyone else but your man, that you „loved“?
My head had always had to joke around with me. But I wanted to vanish away, yet I was still there, lost and tongue tied.
-Is there any problem?
Perrie curiously looked at me, her eyebrow rose in question.
-No.
I tried to utter a word, but couldn’t.
My voice was gone, my throat was completely tighten, disapproving me to speak. My cold gaze rested on them, and I finally managed to move and close the door.
I hate you, I fucking hate you. You fucking prick.

Notes

Again no smut, :( I have to work on that one.
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