Harry’s POV
Kennedy’s been depressed since she’s found out about the baby and I have no clue what to do anymore. It’s been a month since things have happened and all she’s done is push me away. She won’t even sleep in the same room as me anymore because she thought I couldn’t handle looking at her. Kennedy was beating herself up and I had no clue how to make it better. She put up a front for everyone and they all saw through it but didn’t say anything. I was sitting in the recording studio as we were finishing up the record when the guys walked in.

“You’re looking rough mate,” Zayn said and I sighed running my hands through my hair and over my face.

“Kennedy’s not sleeping in the same room as me,” I said, “I haven’t been sleeping well at all.”

“Have you gotten her to talk about it?” Niall asked and I shook my head.

“Whenever I bring it up she shuts me out,” I sighed, “And now everyone’s getting excited about Gemma’s baby and it’s just a reminder that she lost the baby. I don’t know what to do anymore but I’m definitely not divorcing her.”

“Mate maybe. . .” Liam said but looked up to glare at him.

“I am not losing my wife,” I said cutting him off, “I’m not leaving her.”

“Then you have to get her to talk to you,” Louis said, “Whether she’ll be made at you or not. She’s got to talk about this mate.”

“I’ll try again tonight,” I said, “I’m going to head home early then tonight.”

“That’s fine mate,” Zayn said, “Just call us if you need help. The girls are the same way. They hate seeing you two so torn.”

“Thanks Zayn,” I said, “but could we not talk about this when everyone else gets here? I don’t want my personal life splashed across the magazines like it has about the baby.”

“You got it mate,” Liam said.

“Thanks,” I said as everyone else came into the room and we started working.

After a few hours of working on the new album, I made my way to the flat and headed up to see how Kennedy was. I quietly walked into flat knowing that Kennedy wasn’t expecting me for another hour. I heard crying in our room and I walked over to the room. Kennedy was just curled up on the bed in my Ramones t-shirt clutching the picture frame she put our ultrasound picture in.

“Kenni,” I said quietly and she looked up at me and the tears started falling twice as fast.
I quickly crossed the room and wrapped her up in my arms. I felt my heart ache because she was so sad.

“Do you want to talk?” I asked quietly.

“What’s there to talk about?” she asked sobbing, “I’m a horrible wife.”

“No you’re not,” I said.

“Yes I am,” she said quickly shoving me away, “As a wife I’m supposed to give you a child and I can’t even do that right! I don’t even know why you stay around?! All I do is cry and mope and you stay! Why? Why stay with a wreck like me!?”

I went to pull her in but I just grabbed her and held her as she pounded on my chest and screamed. I know Kennedy needed this so I just sat there and let her have her fit of anger. Once she was done she started crying and kept telling me she was so sorry.

“Hey,” I whispered, “Hey.”

I then made her look at me.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not mad at you love,” I said lightly, “I’m more hurt that you’re hurting so much and I can’t do anything about it. I love you so much and I hate seeing you so upset. Is there something I can do?”

“Just stay here,” she whispered and I nodded my head.

“Can I change out of my clothes?” I asked.

“Sure,” she sniffled.

I quickly threw off my normal clothes and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. I then crawled into bed with Kennedy and we spent a good two hours just lying in bed together with her head on my chest.

“Do you want to call in take out?” I asked her and she shook her head.

“Want me to cook us something?” she asked, “Something so I can feel normal?”

“Of course love,” I said, “Want to make dinner together? We haven’t done that in a while.”

“Sure,” she sniffled and we both walked out of our room and into the kitchen.

Kennedy found some chicken in the freezer and I found rice in our cupboard.

“We really need to go grocery shopping,” Kennedy said and I smiled lightly at her.

“Want to go together tomorrow since I have the day off?” I asked and she smiled at me.

“You’re the best husband ever,” she said and pecked my lips, “I’m so sorry I’ve been pushing you away. I just don’t want you to see me so broken like that.”

“I know love,” I said and kissed her forehead, “but it hurts me when you don’t tell me how you’re feeling and you push me away. I can’t lose you again.”

“I don’t think I’m going anywhere,” she and I smiled at her.

“Good,” I smiled as she put the chicken in the microwave to defrost it.

“Go sit in the living room,” she smiled at me, “We can do a movie night.”

“Nope,” I smiled at her, “I’m helping with dinner. I can make the rice.”

Kennedy just shook her head and smiled lightly at me and that’s how our night went. Kennedy and I worked as a team to make dinner and spent the entire night just talking and letting things out. We watched movies and curled up in bed all night. We hadn’t spent a night like this in a long time and I knew this is what we needed. Just me and Kennedy spending one night by ourselves and getting on the same page. By the end of the night I could tell the Kennedy I fell in love with was coming back to me and she was slowly healing. I knew that our fight with Kennedy’s emotions wasn’t completely over with yet but we were starting on the path to normality and I was okay with that.

Notes

I am sooooo sorry I haven't updated in like forever. I've been having a bit of a writer's block with this story so I hope you all like this. Sorry it's so short.

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