2 weeks later…
2 weeks passed since that night in the hospital, and everything is going swell. Harry was discharged from the hospital a week fa and is slowly but surely on the mend. He and Carter are stronger than ever, and have barely left each others’ sites at all. They’re very much loved up, and felt as though the world was theirs and nothing could bring them down.
Carter and Liam have been bonding a lot più too, and have grown closer than ever. Louis, Zayn and Niall were also in high spirits, and they’ve all made amends with Harry. Everything was finally starting to go back to the way it used to be, all those years ago. The buzz around the house was overwhelming.
On the downside, Carter’s anorexia showed no signs of improving. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep any Cibo down whatsoever and ended up vomiting it back up. She mostly refused to eat but she didn’t want to worry the boys, so she kept her mouth shut. Her depression had been up and down. Some days were worse than others. Her amnesia was very much on the mend though. Some things were still blank to her but she had a lot of help. The good thing about her being ill was that she didn’t have to go to school, and neither did Harry.
* * * * *
Carter’s eyes drifted open and she glanced at her surroundings. She sat up and noticed that she had fallen asleep on the divano with Harry the night before. She looked down at the bare-chested boy beside her and and smiled. His messy curls fell perfectly on his head and his toned torso was amazing. He was literally the image of perfection.
Carter jumped off the divano and padded into the kitchen, boiling the kettle and reaching for a mug in the cupboard. When the kettle was boiled, she poured the water into the mug with a tè bag before adding a drop of latte and stirring it lightly. She then re-entered the sitting room where a now-awake Harry lay.
“Good morning beautiful.” Harry grinned. “Morning handsome. I made te some tea.” Carter smiled. “Thanks babe.” Harry tittered as Carter handed him the mug of tea. “Did we fall asleep on the divano o something?” Carter quizzed. “Well te did.” Harry chuckled. “Why didn’t te wake me?” Carter questioned, resting her head on Harry’s shoulder. “You look cute when te sleep. And besides, I was too lazy to walk upstairs anyways.” Harry replied, earning a giggle off Carter.
“What do te want to watch?” Harry queried. “You pick.” Carter said. “Well we’re not watching Eastenders. I don’t want te fangirling over Fatboy.” Harry frowned. “Oh it’s not just Fatboy I fangirl over… It’s Jay, Tyler and Anthony as well.” Carter smirked. “What?! Let me see these gay freaks.” Harry pouted as he put on Eastenders, much to Carter’s enjoyment.
Liam strolled into the room to find Carter cuddled up to Harry, both of them being too lovey-dovey with each other to notice Liam’s existence. “Oi, Love-birds!” Liam called, causing both Harry and Carter to snap their heads in his direction. “Have te got any plans for the day?” he asked. Both Carter and Harry gave each other a questioning look before turning back to Liam. “Nope, why?” Carter spoke. “Good. Because te two are coming to cena with me and the boys tonight.” Liam told them. “Alrighty then.” Harry chirped, and no further domande were asked.
* * * * *
“Babe, I have to go home now. Mum has some family over and they want to see me.” Harry sighed as Carter lied on his chest. “Okay, see te tonight then, yeah?” Carter said. “Of course. I’ll meet te there.” Harry winked, making Carter giggle. He got up off the divano and gathered his stuff before throwing on a pair of tracksuit pants and a t-shirt. “See te later babe.” Harry kissed Carter’s cheek before strolling out the door.
Louis entered the room. “Hi Lou.” Carter smiled. “Carry.” Louis said. “… What?” Carter quizzed. “That’s yours and Harry’s couple name. DUH!” Louis waved his hand in a gay fashion and strutted out of the room.
Rolling her eyes, Carter skipped up the stairs. She waltzed into her bedroom before shutting the door and walking towards her wardrobe. Opening it wide, she searched for something suitable to wear for tonight. She picked out a couple of dresses and laid them down on her bed. She then stripped down to her underwear and bra before gazing in the mirror. The sight before her was not very pleasant.
Her usually healthy figure had now become very scrawny and thin. Her rib-cage was very visible and her legs seemed like sticks. She bit her lip and gazed at her body. Shaking her head, she picked up the first dress and tried it on. Edging towards the mirror once più to see what it was like on. Her expression dropped once she saw herself. The dress that used to be a perfect fit on her was now mile too big. She looked like she was wearing a duvet cover.
A tear fell from her eye. Why couldn’t she look as pretty as Lucy o any of the other girls in school? Was it really this impossible for someone like her to feel beautiful? She knew that the cause for this was her anorexia but still, couldn’t she just be pretty for once? She sunk to the floor and sobbed quietly.
* * * * *
Liam jogged up the stairs and strolled along the hallway until he came to Carter’s room. Opening his mouth to speak, he suddenly shut it again as he heard cries coming from her bedroom. He peeped in the door to see Carter stood in front of her mirror wearing a dress miles to big for her. The same dress that she had worn to the prom not so long ago. He saw tears trickle down her cheeks, which made his cuore jerk.
Shaking her head, Carter wiped her tears and tore off her dress, putting on an over-sized t-shirt instead. She sighed before gazing into the mirror once più and heading towards her bedroom door. Liam sprinted into the nearest room and hid behind the door, waiting until Carter had gone downstairs before stepping out into the hallway.
He walked into her room and picked up one of her dresses. Biting his lip, he took the dress into his room and put it on his bed. successivo he ventured downstairs to see Carter and the boys chilling in the sitting room. He sat down and chatted amongst everyone for a short while.
“Right, I’m gonna go upstairs for a while guys. Call me if te need me.” Carter said, getting up off Niall’s lap and pounding up the stairs. The boys continued to watch TV, but Liam was very distracted.
“Zayn, te know how to sew, right?” Liam asked. Niall and Louis burst into hysterics, while Zayn glared at Liam. “Thanks a lot Payne! Way to embarrass me!” Zayn chuckled fakely. “No, I need your help.” Liam stated. “With what?” Zayn quizzed. Liam stood up and strolled out of the room, gesturing for Zayn to follow him. The pair jogged upstairs and ventured into Liam’s room.
“I need te to make this smaller.” Liam spoke. “Why?” Zayn questioned. Liam looked out towards the hall before shutting his bedroom door. “All Carter’s clothes won’t fit her… she was crying a while fa because all of her dresses were hanging off her. I want her to feel as beautiful as she is.” Liam kept his voice low, not wanting Carter to over-hear from across the hall. “Aw Li Li!” Zayn cooed. “Will te do it?” Liam asked pleadingly. “Of course!” Zayn smiled.
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About an ora later, Zayn was finished with the dress. He held it up and admired his work. “Thanks so much mate.” Liam grinned. “No problem.” Zayn patted his friend on the back. Liam wandered into Carter’s bedroom, seeing that she was no longer there. He dived onto the letto and put the dress down while Zayn scooted downstairs. “Carter I think Liam is looking for te babe.” Zayn told her. She got up from her current position on the divano and headed upstairs.
“What are te doing in my room?” Carter questioned. “What are te wearing tonight?” Liam asked, avoiding her question. Carter shrugged and sat down on the letto beside him. “What about those dresses?” Liam queried, pointing to the pile of dresses on her bed. Carter shook her head. “Why not?” Liam quizzed. “They don’t look nice.” Carter spoke. “I’m sure they do! Why don’t te try one of them on?” Liam suggested, only for his query to be shot down da Carter.
“Why?” Liam furrowed his eyebrows at Carter. “Because…” Carter trailed off. “Because what?” Liam said, attempting to drag the answer out of Carter. “Because they don’t fit Liam! None of my clothes do!” Carter exclaimed, putting her head in her hands and moving away from Liam.
Liam shuffled closer to her and pulled her onto his lap. She buried her head into the crook of his neck. “Why can’t I be più like Lucy? She’s pretty in every single way and never has any problems.” Carter croaked. “In my opinion, Lucy isn’t half as pretty as you.” Liam told her. Carter frowned and looked at him with an odd expression. “You’re my brother; you’re supposed to say stuff like that.” Carter let out a small laugh, resting her head on Liam’s shoulder.
“Will te just try on this one dress?” Liam pleaded. “Liam, I’m telling you, it won’t fit.” She detto stubbornly. “Just trust me Carter.” Liam chimed, handing Carter the dress. Carter opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it as it wasn’t worth the argument. She sighed and rolled her eyes, grabbing the dress off Liam and strolling into the en-suite bathroom. Liam sat back on the bed, feeling rather pleased with himself.
Carter threw on the dress, thinking nothing of it and came back into Liam. “See? I told te it do-” Carter soon stopped after she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her dress was now a perfect fit. “H-H-How?” Carter asked, an expression of be-wilderness on her face. “Zayn can work wonders with a sewing machine. He guessed the size, but it fits perfectly.” Liam grinned. “Thank you.” Carter whispered, letting a couple of tears fall from her eyes.
Liam neared towards her and pulled her into his embrace, hugging her tightly. He pulled away and she gazed up at him, a huge smile on her lips but tears still falling. Liam wiped the tears with his sleeve. “You’re going to look beautiful tonight, like te always do, okay? Harry is a very lucky guy.” Liam told her, causing her to blush and gaze at her feet. “Now, dry those tears, yeah? I’ll be downstairs if te need me.” Liam smiled, baciare her forehead before jogging downstairs.
Gazing at his phone, Liam grinned as he saw a text message from Danielle. “What are te smiling about Payne?” Niall questioned. “Oh nothing, Danielle just texted.” Liam shrugged. “Ooh Danielle! Louis cooed. “Why don’t te invite her to cena tonight?” Zayn suggested. “You think I should?” Liam bit his lip in hesitance, but the boys convinced him to call. He picked up his phone and stepped outside the room.
“Danielle?” Liam spoke nervously on the phone. “Oh ciao Liam!” Danielle beamed. “I was just wondering if te wanted to go out to cena tonight?” Liam mused. “Like… on a date?” Danielle paused. “N-No! Carter, Harry and the boys will be there too.” Liam told her. “Oh… well I’d Amore to come!” Danielle tittered. “Great. We’ll collect te at 7.” Liam chimed. “Cool. See te then!” Danielle chirped before hanging up the phone.
Liam fist-pumped in the air before returning to the sitting room, where Zayn, Louis and Niall had their ears pressed against the wall. Their eyes widened when they saw Liam and immediately they changed their positions to casual poses. “Nosey much?” Liam chuckled. “Liam and Danielle, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the boys teased. “Fine da me.” Liam winked. “Ooh Liam’s got it bad!” Louis snapped his fingers, while Liam just blushed.
* * * * *
“Zayn! Quit hogging the mirror!” Niall whined. “Shush Irish boy, I’m trying to perfect my quiff!” Zayn hissed. Niall crossed his arms and sulked. Louis sprinted into the bathroom and flung a carrots at Niall’s head. “Ow!” Niall shrieked. Louis and Zayn burst into laughter. “Bullies!” Niall wept before running upstairs.
“Liam! Liam! Zayn and Louis are being mean to me- Woah! Carter, te look HOT!” Niall chimed, gazing at the beautiful girl before him. Liam threw a shoe at Niall. “Call my baby sister hot, te die.” He scowled, earning a giggle off Carter. “I’m sorry! Can I use your mirror Carter? The boys won’t let me use the one downstairs.” Niall asked. “Of course Niallers.” Carter smiled. Niall grinned and scooted into the bathroom.
“Baby sister, eh?” Carter inquired, raising an eyebrow at her brother. “Yes, you’re always going to be my baby sister, no matter what.” Liam told her, pulling her into his embrace. “Even when te and Harry get married, and have children.” He continued. “Hopefully that won’t be long.” Carter beamed. “Wait, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?!” Liam panicked.
“LIAM!” Carter exclaimed. “Right, sorry.” Liam bit his lip. Carter turned to the mirror, putting the last touches to her hair. “But te would tell me if te were pregnant, right?” Liam questioned. “Yes Liam.” Carter rolled her eyes.
“You look amazing Carter.” Liam kissed her forehead. “Thank you.” Carter whispered, still not convinced. “Come on; let’s see what the boys are doing.” Liam said, taking Carter’s hand and bringing her downstairs. Niall soon followed them down and they each joined Louis in the sitting room. Niall and Louis obviously weren’t on speaking terms, so they scowled at each other and sat down.
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“Where’s Zayn?” Liam asked. “He’s still in the bathroom.” Louis replied. “Vain Zayn!” Niall sang. “He’s going to take ages.” Liam frowned. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” Carter smirked.
“ZAYN! MEGAN volpe IS OUT HERE!”
Zayn ran out of the bathroom and sprinted into the sitting room. “Why hello there Miss Fox…” Zayn winked before realizing that she wasn’t there. “Where’s Megan?” Zayn questioned. “We lied, now come on! I call front seat!” Carter mused, strolled towards the door. The boys waltzed in tow. “But- But- But…” Zayn stuttered as Liam guided him out the door.
They arrived outside Danielle’s house and Liam beeped the horn. He then turned to Carter. “Get in the back.” He told her. Carter raised an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?” she spoke. “Danielle’s sitting here. te go sit on one of the boys’ laps.” Liam ordered. “Why can’t she?!” Carter inquired. “Because they smell.” Liam laughed. “Oh I get it. Danielle’s your new favourite. I’m being replaced.” Carter sobbed fakely, pouting. Liam rolled his eyes. “Well Zayn is my new favourite.” Carter chimed, climbing into the back sede, sedile and sitting on Zayn’s lap.
Danielle strolled out of her house and waltzed down the path. She too looked gorgeous. Liam’s jaw dropped as he gazed at her. “She looks quite fit Liam!” Louis exclaimed. “I know…” Liam seemed to be in a daze. Danielle opened the car door and got in the front. “Hey guys!” she beamed. “Hey Danielle!” Everyone chorused.
* * * * *
They soon arrived at the restaurant and everyone stepped out of the car. Zayn took Carter’s hand as they strolled into the restaurant. Will and Harry were already sitting at the table, and they looked as smashing as ever. The pair were deeply engaged in conversation with each other, but the sound of the boys’ voices caused them to snap their heads in the direction of the noise. Harry’s eyes scanned the group, stopping when Carter caught his eye. He and Will stood up to greet them, Harry immediately scooting in Carter’s direction.
“You look… beautiful.” Harry was almost speechless in the presence of Carter’s beauty. Carter knew this wasn’t true, she knew that she looked like a skeleton in a dress, but she blushed and smiled anyways. “Thank you.” She beamed. She wasn’t going to let anything get her down tonight. Harry thought she looked the complete opposite. For someone who was battling anorexia, plus depression, she was pretty enough to be a model.
Taking Carter’s hand, Harry led her to the table, both of them taking their seats. As the tavolo was so big, the chairs were very spread apart. So, Harry being the cheeky chappy that he is, pulled Carter’s chair closer to him until their seats touched. Carter raised an eyebrow at Harry, who wriggled his in return. This was going to be a brilliant night.
* * * * *
Everyone had now ordered their food, and the waiters had just begun to bring out the meals. Liam leaned in closer to Carter and whispered: “You don’t have to eat if te don’t want to, okay? Everybody will understand.” He smiled. Carter nodded and faced Harry once more, who had snaked an arm around her waist. He kissed her forehead and winked at her, causing her to giggle, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
Little da little, everyone's Cibo began to come out. Carter had ordered pizza and Chips, as it was the plainest thing on the menu. But when the plate of Cibo was put in front of her, even the sight of it made her stomach churn. Instead of whining about it, Carter decided to man-up and eat some, not wanting a fuss tonight. She picked up and chip and shoved it into her mouth, repeating that numerous times.
She had suffered through a couple of chips now, and had taken a few bites of her pizza. Now, her stomach was twisting and churning non-stop. “I’m just going to the bathroom.” Carter announced quietly, earning a nod of approval as she strolled away. She entered the girls’ bathroom and ran into the nearest cubicle.
After vomiting out her insides, she took a chewing gum out of her bag and popped it in her mouth to take away the awful taste. Was her anorexia getting so bad that she couldn’t hold down a couple of chips? Sighing, she put down the lid of the toilet and sat down. She couldn’t help but let a few tears fall.
No, she had promised herself that nothing would bring her down tonight. Nothing.
Everyone else was enjoying their food, some più than others. *Cough, Niall, Cough* Harry had been drinking all night, and it was sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza to say that he was drunk. Never the less, he had noticed that Carter had been absent for quite a while now. He decided to check up on her, to see if she was okay. He strolled into the girls’ bathroom, the alcohol clearly taking its toll on him. The toilets were vacant, only one cubicle was occupied, which narrowed it down for Harry.
He tapped lightly on the cubicle door, hearing a small sniffle. “Carter, is that te babe?” Harry asked. “Harry?!” Carter’s voice sounded from inside. “Are te crying?” Harry quizzed. “N-No.” Carter stammered. “Are te sure?” Harry questioned. “Yeah, of course. What are te doing in the girls’ bathroom?! If te get caught you’ll be thrown out of the restaurant!” Carter exclaimed. “Let me in then.” Harry chuckled.
Rolling her eyes, Carter opened the cubicle door and Harry stammered inside. She locked it once più and turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. “Did I tell te how amazing te look tonight?” Harry said. Carter shook her head slightly, bowing her head down and blushing. Harry put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. “You’re beautiful, don’t deny it.” He spoke. A huge smile spread on Carter’s lips. She leaned in a pecked his lips softly.
Harry gazed at her with a dopey look on his face. He attached his lips to hers, grinning widely through the kiss. Carter could smell the stale stench of alcohol on his lips. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?” she stated. “I had a few…” Harry smirked. “Yeah, a few gallons.” Carter giggled.
Harry leaned in once more, pressing his lips onto Carter’s. She responded quickly and rolled her tongue along his bottom lip. Instantly, he granted her access. Both of their tongues battled for dominance, none actually winning. The baciare deepened and Harry’s lips sank into Carter’s. He leaned closer and hovered over her, not once breaking the kiss. Placing an arm securely behind her waist, he grazed her cheek lightly with his finger.
Carter smiled as she locked eyes with Harry, their lips still moving in sync. He placed his other hand on her waist and hovered closer. She twisted a strand of his messy curls around her finger as things became più heated. Harry’s hand ran up Carter’s dress while she trailed a hand along his torso. She moved slower and slower until she reached his crotch area, brushing her hand against it softly. Harry let out a moan before attaching his lips to hers once more.
“Carter?” Danielle’s voice echoed in the bathroom. Carter’s eyes widened as she placed her finger on Harry’s lips. “Uhh… yeah?” Carter responded. “Are te alright?” Danielle asked. “Yeah, just a couple of pains.” Carter said. Harry smirked, trying to stop himself from laughing. “Are te coming back out?” she quizzed. Carter gazed at Harry, who shook his head vigorously. “Oh I don’t think so… this one’s coming out of me like lava!” Carter exclaimed, grunting slightly at the end of her sentence.
Harry sniggered quietly to himself. “Shh!” Carter whispered. “Oh… okay then…” Danielle chimed, exiting the bathroom at a slow pace. Carter and Harry burst into laughter before their lips met once again.
Danielle returned to the tavolo and sat down. “Is she okay?” Will asked. “Yeah, she’s fine.” Danielle smiled. “What is she doing in there?” Zayn quizzed. “Kissing Harry.” Danielle replied, taking a sip of her wine. The boys looked at each other. “In the.. girls bathroom?” Louis inquired. “Yup.” Danielle chuckled. A smirk grew on all of the boys’ faces knowing that they now had something to hold over Carter.
* * * * *
“I was thinking, maybe we could have a lazy giorno tomorrow? Watch some movies, eat loads of giunca, spazzatura and stuff like that?” Carter suggested as her and Harry strolled out of the restaurant hand in hand. “Or we could go swimming!” Harry tittered. “With the hangover you’re going to have, I don’t think so.” Carter giggled. “True!” Harry stated.
Carter reached Liam’s car and each of the boys piled in. pecking Harry on the lips, she detto goodbye and got in. each of the boys had smirks on their faces, including Liam. Carter didn’t bother asking any domande about the deformed expressions on their faces. Liam drove to Danielle’s house and she stepped out of the car. He followed her and walked her to her doorstep. “Thanks for cena tonight Liam.” She smiled shyly. “No problem! te look stunning.” Liam told her. “Thank you!” she beamed.
There was a short silence. “I-I better go…” Liam stuttered, turning to walk away. Danielle took his arm and pulled him back. She leaned in and kissed his lips. The broke apart and Danielle grinned at Liam before waltzing into her house. A chorus of ‘awes’ came from the car. Liam fist-pumped in the air and returned to the car, sitting in the sede, sedile and driving off.
* * * * *
Harry lied down on his letto and plugged in his iPod. He had sobered up a couple of hours fa and now had a banging headache. He was due to go to Carter’s at 1pm, and it was now 11am. He was looking inoltrare, avanti to seeing Carter, but the thoughts of getting up seemed dreadful. “Harry! There’s someone here for you!” Anne called from downstairs. “Send them up.” Harry croaked.
The pounding of footsteps followed da the door creaking open sounded in Harry’s ears. He looked up to see none other than Lucy at the door. He sat up and glared at her. “What the fuck are te doing here?!” Harry exclaimed. “We need to talk.” Lucy told him. “OH no, I’m done talking to you! I never want to see your face again.” Harry spat.
“Oh quit your whining Harry.” Lucy rolled her eyes, gazing at her nails. “You’re lucky that Carter’s a good person. If I was her, I’d have sent te to jail a long time ago.” Harry scowled. “For what? Attempted murder? Oh please! It’s not like it’s any bit worse than what te did to her!” Lucy chuckled. “I never tried to kill her.” Harry spoke. “You weren’t far off it! Were you? Poor little Carter getting hurt più and più every giorno da the boy she loves… What a cute Amore story!” Lucy teased.
“I Amore Carter, Lucy. She means everything to me.” Harry stated. Lucy burst into hysterics. “Yeah, sure! When are te going to give up the charity case Harry?! So te caused her depression and bullied her for two years… Big deal! It doesn’t mean te have to stay with her for the rest of your life!” Lucy tittered. “But I want to be with her for the rest of my life. She’s all I’ve got.” Harry spoke, standing up off the bed.
“Ooh look at te being all seductive in your boxers.” Harry sighed and sat down once again. “What did te want to talk to me about? Make it quick ‘cause I need to go somewhere.” Harry chimed. “Well I don’t know how to say this but…” Lucy took a short pause, biting her lip.
* * * * *
Carter opened her eyes and looked around her. She turned over and tried to get some sleep again. She felt someone’s presence in her room, so she opened an eye once again to see Niall in the letto beside her. She screamed and jumped with the fright. She turned to him to see that Liam, Zayn and Louis were also in the bed.
“What the fuck are te doing here?!” Carter exclaimed. “Your letto is comfortable.” Louis told her. “And we know what te did.” Zayn added. Carter frowned and gazed at him. “What did I do?” she questioned. The boys each made kissy faces at her in response. She was still confused. “You were in the bathroom for a long time last night, eh?” Liam wriggled his eyebrows at her.
Carter facepalmed herself. “Ooh Harry! You’re so hot! baciare me! baciare me!” Louis teased in a high pitched voice. Carter thumped him, rolling her eyes. “One, I do NOT speak like that! And two: So we kissed! That’s kind of what couples do!” Carter argued. Each of the boys wiped imaginary tears out of their eyes.
“This is such a proud moment.”
“Our little girl in becoming a woman.”
“They grow up so fast.”
“I can remember changing your diapers.”
Everyone turned to Niall at the last sentence, giving him an odd look. “When did te ever change my diaper Niall?!” Carter exclaimed. “Well… um… te know… STOP BEING MEAN TO ME!” Niall yelled, running out of the room. Louis and Zayn followed him, leaving Carter and Liam alone.
“I’m really proud of te Carter.” Liam smiled as he lay beside her. “Oh please don’t tell me te remember me getting potty-trained o something!” Carter pleaded. “No, no, no! For all you’ve been through, you’ve been so Ribelle - The Brave and kept that beautiful smile on your face.” Liam said. Carter shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of help.” She stated. Liam grinned and pulled her closer to him.
“Things will get better from now on, I promise.” Liam told her, baciare her forehead.
* * * * *
Lucy put her head in her hands and began to cry. Harry bit his lip. “It’s gonna be fine Lucy. Tom and te will be great parents!” Harry reassured her. “But tom isn’t the dad.” Lucy mused. “Then who is?” Harry quizzed. Lucy paused and looked at Harry.
Harry’s expression dropped and a worried look appeared on his face. “W-What do te mean I’m the dad?! I didn’t cheat on Carter with you! I-” Harry stammered. “Don’t te remember Harry?! 2 months fa at the club?!” Lucy questioned. Harry sat on the bed, staring into space. “So I didn’t cheat… but wait, how is this possible?!” Harry inquired. “I’m 2 months pregnant Harry.” She stated. “Are te sure it’s mine?! I mean, are te sure it isn’t Tom’s?” Harry asked. “I’m 100% sure Harry.” Lucy said, bursting into tears.
Harry put his head in his hands and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Lucy continued to cry. “It’s gonna be okay Lucy. We’ll get through this. I’ll support te and the baby.” He chimed. “Really?” Lucy’s face lit up. Harry nodded and smiled.
“So you’ll be broken up with Carter da tomorrow then, yeah?”
“… Excuse me?” Harry turned to Lucy. “You’ll break up with Carter da tomorrow, right?” Lucy repeated. “I’m not leaving Carter, Lucy.” Harry retorted. “Harry I want this baby to be brought up in a proper family.” Lucy remarked. “But children have parents who aren’t together all of the time! I do and I ended up fine!” Harry argued.
“Yeah, if te can call getting a girl pregnant at 17 fine.” Lucy smirked. Harry remained silent. “Look, if te want to be able to see your child, you’ll make sure to dump Carter today.” Lucy told him. “I-I-I can’t leave her Lucy! I’ve put her through so much and she needs me.” Harry responded. “Fine then. Don’t break up with her. Just don’t come crawling back to me when she’s dead.” Lucy commented. “W-What do te mean?!” Harry raised his voice a little.
“Come on Harry! I’ve almost killed her before; I can easily do it again. And I’ll make sure to get the job done this time.”
“Don’t te dare lay a finger on her!” Harry roared. “Okay. I promise I won’t hurt her. Just as long as te dump her.” Lucy had a smug look on her face. Harry didn’t respond. “So what’s it gonna be Harry? te don’t want anything happening to your precious Carter now, do you?” Lucy got up to leave, but she stopped once she reached the door.
“Oh, and, don’t tell Carter about this. We don’t want her knowing that I’m preggers now, do we?” Lucy smirked. “Then what a, I supposed to say?!” Harry exclaimed. “How am I supposed to know?! Tell her te have cancer! That you’re moving to Canada! That you’re cat died! I honestly don’t give a fuck. Just get the job done.” Lucy spat before strolling out the door. Harry went into a trance, Lost in his thoughts.
What was he going to do? Would he risk Carter getting hurt? o would he leave her and hurt her even more?
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