Eve POV

I'm helping Harry pack up his daughters room.

His big house is all empty besides this one room he's been pushing off for weeks. Everything is in his new home. He just needs to do this and he'll be officially moved in. 

I pack her clothes as Harry packs her toys. We pack in silence, which is okay. I understand that he needs his time. 

Every once in a while I'll look at him to make sure he's okay. His eyes remain gloomy. When I first came over today I already knew he was sad. It was in his eyes despite the smile that was on his lips.

He decided to donate her stuff to Good Will, which is nice. 

"Need any help with the toys?" I ask Harry once I'm done with the clothes. I place the box on the floor outside the room. 

"Uh yeah." He says. She has a lot of different toys, which is cute. There are dolls, lego's, drawing stuff, blocks, etc. 

"What are you going to to with the desk?" I ask.

"When the guys from Good Will come they'll take the desk." His voice is low. I nod and put some stuffed animals away. "Can I have that one?" He asks timidly while pointing to the white bear. I nod and take it out of the box. I give it to Harry who just stares at it.

I see his green eyes well up making my own eyes sting. I hug him tightly and hear a sob escape from his lips. He hugs back tightly. I hate hearing him cry, it makes me sad. 

I can't imagine how hard this is for him. I wouldn't want to imagine it. 

We soon break away from our tug and he wipes his damp eyes. Hie breaths still remain uneven and sharp. 

"Why don't you go downstairs?" I offer to Harry. "There are only a few more things that I can pack away for you."

"I can't make you do that." He sniffles.

"I'm offering." I smile gently. I kiss his cheek. "I'll be done in ten minutes, tops." 

"Are you sure?" I nod. I can't see the lost look in his eyes anymore. I can't see him becomes even more lost and sad by packing up his daughter's things. 

Harry soon leaves the room. He takes the white bear with him. She must've liked that stuffed animal, it is a cute bear. 

I start packing up the rest of her things. While doing this I get lost in my own thoughts.

*Flashback*

"I'm what?" I ask the doctor. My voice is low.

"You're pregnant. Congratulations." She says with a smile. 

"Oh." I say. My eyes look away from her's and to my hands. 

"If you don't want to keep the baby then of course you can get an abortion." 

"I-I don't know what I want." I say honestly. "How far along am I?"

"Two months." She informs me with a smile smile.

Maybe it would be different if this baby wasn't conceived from John touching me when I don't want to be touched. Maybe it would be different if this baby wasn't half me and John. My biggest thing is that this baby wasn't made out of love. It was made out of...rape. 

Telling John this, I know isn't going to be good.

***

I'm in the kitchen cleaning. I tend to clean when I'm nervous now. I hear footsteps come over to where I am making my hands become shaky.

I glance up and see John. He looks calm, for now. His hand runs through his brown hair and he looks at me.

"Hi." I greet.

"Hi." His voice is bored.

"C-Can we talk?" I ask while turning off the sink. I dry my hands with the towel on the counter. 

"Sure." He huffs. 

He stands across from me which makes me even more nervous. 

"I-I went to the um, doctors t-today."

"Why are you stuttering?" John observes.

"I don't know." I murmur.

"You stutter when you're nervous. Why are you nervous?"

"Because I'm pregnant." I blurt out. His eyes widen slightly but he doesn't say anything.

"Is it mine?"

"Who else's would it be?" I ask curiously. My eyes narrow.

"I don't know." His voice turns low which makes my heart race. "How far along are you?"

"Two months." I say. My voice is soft.

"Okay. Get rid of it." That makes my heart fall.

"Get rid of it?"I ask.

"Yes. Get an abortion." John says like it's obvious. "You should've been on the pill so this shit wouldn't have happened."

"This isn't my fault." I defend.

"Oh, so it's mine? I can't prevent my sperm for stop coming. You can prevent getting pregnant with the pill, that I've told you to get millions of times."

"I was on it, but it made me get sick." I bring up. His eyes roll. 

"Just get rid of it, Eve." 

"I want to keep it." I say, my voice remains the same. I don't care that he or she is half John. It's half me and that's what matters.

"Too bad." My eyebrows furrow. "I'm not supporting the thing growing inside of you."

"Then I will." I come up with. John laughs. 

"With what money? You live off of me." 

"I'll move out and find my own place." I say. I can move back in with my Dad.

"You're not moving out." His voice deepens. "You're doing what I'm telling you to do." His hand grips my wrist. 

"But-"

"No but. I don't want a kid. I don't want to raise one nor deal with one now." I know I'm only 22 but it doesn't matter. 

"But I do." I get out of his grip.

"Knowing you, you'll get addicted to the medicine they put you on when you're in labor and you'll die like your Mom." John spits making my eyes well up. "And brother, I should add."

"You're a fucking dick." I spit. "Why do you always throw that in my face?!" I raise my voice. 

"I'm a dick?" Of course he focuses on that part of what I said. He shoves me back into the counter. "You're a bitch that I have to fucking deal with."

"Leave me alone." I say while he grips onto my wrist. I foot presses on mine. He's wearing heavy combat boots that hurt. 

"Or what?" He asks while staring at me. His eyes look into mine. 

"Just stop." I try to get out of his hold but he just hits my cheek harshly making me lose balance despite the pressure on my foot. I fall to the floor and hear my ankle crack. 

All I remember after that is a heavy foot kicking my face then me blacking out. 

***

I wake to someone shaking my body. "Eve, please wake up." The persons voice is worried sounding.

My eyes that are throbbing open and I first see John. I quickly move away from him and feel my eyes burn with tears. There is a great amount of pain in my ankle and my face.

"I'm so sorry." Tears leave his eyes. His hand holds mine but I move away from him. "Please?"

"Leave me alone." I manage to say. 

"O-Okay. I'm sorry, please forgive me." He stands up. Once I see him gone I feel my lower half is damp. I slowly raise up my leggings and underwear and see blood everywhere. 

Tears roll down my cheeks and I sob into my hands. I drop one of my hands to my abdomen that no longer has a life growing inside of it.

*End of Flashback*

"Thank you for today." Harry tells me as we sit on his couch in his pent house. 

"Of course." I smile gently. I look at the clock and see it's eight at night. "I should be going." I say.

"Why?" Harry asks me. 

"I have to feed Doug and walk him." I say. 

"Oh poo." I chuckle and stand up from his comfy couch. Harry stands as well. He leans in and kisses me which causes my body to relax. "If you spend the night here, you'd have to take Doug so he's not alone." I smile.

"Thanks for thinking about him." I say.

"How could I forget?" I smile. He kisses my cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Will do Mr. Styles." His head shakes and his eyes roll playfully. Soon I leave his fancy new apartment. 

A://N

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