I can't believe we have been blessed with Harry's new pics again!!! He's so damn HOT

It was fun how I always ended up, at the same spot in the countryside, not far from Harry's new house, every time I was in Holmes Chapel. There was nowhere else I would find the peace to rest, and just think. Not even in my bedroom. I loved the fresh air, and the quietness brought by the view, of the littler river, and small hills. It helped me to clear my mind, and just drain the energy that I needed from nature.

It was Fall now. The weather was getting chillier. But I liked it. I'd never been a summer person, I loved going through the four seasons. I'd always thought that every time of the year was appreciable. And I loved Fall and Winter for big jumpers, or flannels, drinking hot drinks to warm you up.

As it was getting cold though, I sat down, on the grass, and made sure that my coat was covering my butt to not damp my blue skinny jeans. My beanie, scarf, boots and gloves were keeping me warm, as I took a look at the beauty in front of me.

I was back home for the week, to visit my mother, and see the guys who were in town. The air was damp, and the trees leaves color kept changing before falling. It was truly breathtaking.

I hadn't seen Harry for a couple of months now, since summer. And I hadn't heard from him as well.

Everything teared us apart, that summer, and we both didn't try to reach each other. We didn't get along anymore. Our relationship, whatever it was, friendship or love, simply didn't work, so we were no longer in each other life, and sadly, it was for the best.

Harry and I kept our distances, even after the letter he left me. I couldn't deny that what he wrote was beautiful, and the sincerest things he had expressed.

At the beginning, it had confused me. The way he had confessed some feelings and opened his heart. It was a first, coming from him and I wasn't prepared, overwhelming my heart with what looked like a revelation.

But unfortunately it didn't change how betrayed I felt. Nothing could bandage my wounds back then. And I needed time. I needed time to start over, building my life on my own, setting the milestones of a new life, beginning with my studies.

Hopefully, my life was in a better shape, since that summer.

I put it all together.

After coming back from Ibiza, I tried to stay with Ryan but it didn't work. Things became awkward between us even if I didn't really know why. All the drama in my life had probably teared us apart, and I hadn't the strength to fight for our relationship. It wasn't worse it. So with one accord, we agreed to break up, and no one got hurt in the process.

He was pretty easy with the decision. Which was showing that he wasn't the one for me, because it was understandable that I wasn't ready, or able to commit myself in a new relationship, or trust another man. But he didn't want to make effort either. So we just ended things, smoothly.

To be honest, I felt relieved. Relieved, because I didn't want that my relationship, with a guy, took control of my life again. It was the lesson that I had learned from the mistakes I had made with Harry. I let him control me, my life, and my happiness. It would not happen again. I had to be smarter.

I lost myself in my relationship issues with Harry, and I could say that now, I knew who I was again. And the most important, I knew who I wanted to become, the kind of woman I wanted to build.

So Harry and I were history.

Until two weeks ago.

**

« You can pronounce his name » I repeated to the guys, as I sat down on the booth next to Niall, giving them a soft smile. I tried to reassure them, I felt fine now. Harry's subject was no longer a hurtful one, and they were allowed to talk about him, even in my presence.

Liam and Louis were sitting on the opposite side of the table. Pints of beer standing on the wooden material. Being in town at the same time, we had planned to spend the night together, just chilling at the pub, and drink amount of beers.

They all looked at me, nodding in agreement, as I was taking a sip of my drink, to ease the atmosphere. I knew that they were trying to not talk about Harry in front of me, and that the past few months had been complicated, because we were now only seeing each other without him.

It was odd, the first times, but we finally got used to it.

"I'm happy that you feel better" Niall said, a friendly smile on his face, truly reassured by my current state.

"Thank you" I returned the smile, rolling up the sleeve of my plaid shirt. It was hot inside; the pub was packed.

Niall had been there a lot for me. So were Louis and Liam. And I could say I had the better friends in the world.

Despite the fact that Harry and I didn't see each other anymore, they remained my friends, and now I could tell that nothing could break us.

It was a little earthquake. The fact that I was avoiding Harry had created tension at the beginning, but now we were used to see only the four of us.

They were there when I fall, I could rely on them, when I was in a terrible and dark place. But they also were there in the happy moments, when I moved to London, starting my studies, for instance.

Everyone had started to do things and took different path, lately. They all were working on their solo careers, now, and I had moved to London, but once in a while, we saw each other only to chill. Like tonight, we were all on vacation, and were visiting our families. Every time we had the chance to reunion, we took it.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked, noticing that face expression had changed suddenly.

"I don't know, I think I might have eaten something wrong or stomach flu or something" I answered, putting my hand on my belly, trying to send a message to my stomach with the palm of my hand. I like when it's cold, but hate the viruses. I didn't feel good for over a week now. At first I thought it was food poisoning, but now that it was lasting, I was opting for stomach flu... Argh!

"If you were not single, I would have thought you're pregnant" Louis wiggled. "We thought that Briana was sick, but nope, she wasn't" he kept going. "And here is Freddie" he giggled, and the guys followed.

The anxiousness in my stomach grew at Louis' words, and I tried not to show to the guys that I was being concerned. Was it possible, that I was pregnant? I kept staring at the pint of beer in front of me, and my stomach kept flinching. The tip of my finger, playing with the brim of the glass. I had been careful, right? Everything came back in my mind, and I tried to replay every moment, focusing on details, intending to figure out if I had made a mistake.

Please not.

"So, now that you're okay with Harry..." Louis started, and stopped, unsure of how to keep going. I was already nervous, and now that Louis put Harry on the table didn't help. I didn't have a clue of what he was trying to do.

His facial expression perplexed me slightly. What did he have to say to act that strange suddenly? Harry's name confused me even more, because of what Louis said, about Briana's pregnancy symptoms. And now I was praying for just having a flu...

And, I got my answer...

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. Mark said into the mic, from the little stage at the back of the pub. We have a little surprise for you tonight, the band that was supposed to play in the first place, just cancelled. The crowded pub started to whistle and booing Mark, showing their disappointment. Mark's face reddened, but he tried to talk again. But, we have a backup plan, and hopefully a great band, willing to play for us. And, it hit me. Looking at the guys, who were acting like kids being caught eating cookies before diner. One Direction will honor us, to play a few songs for you.

Dumbfounded, I looked at the guys who got up from their seats, and I had to let Niall leave the booth, so I got up too. They shrugged, and I felt odd, my blood pressure increasing. All I wanted was to run away. Because I wasn't ready to face Harry, again. Moreover, now that I wasn't even sure of what was happening to me...

As they got up, they nodded at me, a kind of sorry look on their faces, and left me, standing up, arms on both sides of my waist.

They all headed to the stage, and that's when Harry showed up. I noticed his features in my peripheral vision.

My knees felt weak immediately at the sight of him, and I felt my cheeks getting red. A wave of heat overran my whole body. Holding my breath, I kept staring at him.

Harry froze, when his eyes met mine, and I knew he was as uncomfortable as I was.

Maybe he didn't know I was there, it was sort of last minute plan that they would sing live. They were probably doing this to help Joey out, after that the band he had hired cancelled.

A sting hit my stomach, when he appeared nervous, and ran his hand into his hair, staring at the floor this time, avoiding my glare.

Thank god, he didn't try to come over me, and just went to the stage, where the guys were getting ready. Niall took the guitar, and set it around his shoulder, fingers brushing the strings as the others were adjusting the mics, and the sound.

When they got ready, they started to sing Story of my life. Shivers ran from my spine to all over my body when I heard the sound of their voices. It felt incredible to see them on stage, as little as this one was. It was good to have intimate show with them though. It felt like at the beginning, before all the craziness of the frame.

They sang like no one else. I couldn't believe people said they couldn't sing....

Staring at the stage, I sat on the booth, and watched them singing. It was obvious how much they missed this. They didn't sing together for months, and they were enjoying doing it again.

They followed with Night Changes, and finished by Eighteen.

That's when things became awkward.

Harry's face shut when he sang this one. He looked tensed, and focused.

It felt like we were alone in the room. Even if the crowd was packed. The way he looked at me, trying to send me a message. My heart started to pound in my chest, and I felt like air was missing in my lungs. Holding my breath, I focused on the lyrics. I knew what he was trying to do. I knew that, because he told me to listen to their songs, differently.

Harry was singing for me. Giving me goosebumps raising on my skin.

That's when I got sick. My whole body knew what was going on. I just knew it. Every cell of my body were aware of what was going on. Louis was right, I was pregnant. A wave of stress invaded my chest at the realization. I couldn't breathe anymore. My expression changed, and I looked at nothing specific, I felt lost, and dizzy.

It was messing with my head, and I rushed outside. Hearing Harry saying that his arms were made for holding me... Not looking back, grabbing my leather jacket. I was out of breath when I passed the door frame, and headed outside. It was freaking cold, but I didn't mind, it was all I need, a wave of frozen air, icing my face.

How did that happen?

My arms were crossed over my chest, holding my jacket closed, when I heard the door opening and closing, behind me. Turning on my heels, I faced Louis.

The way he looked at me, I saw that he got it, that he understood why I flew away hastily, and how scared I looked. His face softened, and I simply ran into his arms, needing his comfort. "Lou" I cried, against his shoulder, soaking his jacket. His arms, wrapped me, tightly, and he patted my back softly. "It's gonna be okay, Em" he whispered in my ears, "It's gonna be okay" he repeated, with comforting tone.

**

"Come in" I said, thinking it was my mother who was knocking at my bedroom door, combing my hair, and put it on a high ponytail. There was no point on keeping applying another layer of concealer to hide the dark bags under my eyes, I didn't sleep enough last night, there was nothing that could fix my tiredness today.

The door cracked open, and I turned around, to face my mother.

"Hey" blond hair blue eyes, said stepping in my room, closing the door behind him. "Your mother let me in" he continued.

"Hi Niall" I greeted him with a friendly smile, before heading over him and hugged him gently. "What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised to see him here, unannounced. He always called or texted.

"Can we talk?" he asked, and I felt immediately nervous. His facial expression was so serious, it got me worried. "Of course, I answered, shoving my hand to let him know he could sit on the edge of the bed, as I sat on my desk chair. "Is everything okay?" I questioned, curious.

He sighed, and looked at his hands, before starting.

"You're freaking me out Nialler" I joked around, trying to make him at ease, to finally speak.

Did he know?

Louis wouldn't have said anything.

"I know it's not my place, but I can't just say nothing" he blurted out, and stared at me, as he lifted his head up.

"What do you mean?" I was clueless on what could have brought him here. Well, the way he seemed so serious let me guess he would talk to me about Harry, but I needed specifics.

"I can't keep seeing you and Harry acting like this, avoiding each other." He kept going. And my jaw dropped. It wasn't Niall's type to stick his nose in where it wasn't needed. He was not the type of guy who interfered in people lives, in things that didn't concern him. I saw how he needed to express himself, about how he felt about all of this. And I couldn't blame him, the guys were in the middle of Harry and I back and forth for a long time now. It even had affected our friendships. "Last night, you just ran away, he got hurt" he informed me.

I remained silent, I just let him say what he came to tell.

"He's not as bad as you think, there is so much you don't know. If only you two could just talk, without arguing..." he kept going.

"Niall, I know what you're trying to accomplish, but Harry crossed the line, he hurt me too much, and he kept messing things with us, no matter how many chances I gave him" my heart felt heavier, saying those words. Placing my hand on my lower belly, I started shaking slightly. Not knowing what to do.

"I know, Emma. It's just you know he's capable of better than what he did, he had made mistakes, but he regrets how things had turned." Niall assured. He was believing every word he was saying.

Silence filled the room.

"I'm happier, without him in my life." I finally stated, after a long and awkward silence.

"You can't be serious" he snapped. "You're nothing but happy, you're just pretending to be, and it's okay, you have the right to take the time to heal. I'm not saying that what he had done was okay, you have the right to be mad, and avoid him. But you don't know everything, so you should talk to him, before it's too late."

"What aren't you telling me Niall?" I asked, I knew there was something off.

"It's not my place to say" he sighed, "I'm just here to warn you, that if you guys don't make the first move, or keep being stubborn, it'd be too late".

"You can't just say that, and not telling me what you mean, you have to give me specific, how can I change my mind, with so less of information?"

"Just go talk to him, please. Didn't you see him last night? It was his last attempt" he finally said.

My jaw kind of dropped. Last attempt?

Niall was gone, leaving me with a million of questions. But I had to go the drug store, to buy a pregnancy test. Before thinking of talking to Harry. Even though, it was kind of obvious, I'd checked online, and I had all the symptoms. Cramping, breast changes, nausea... But I needed a proof.

I couldn't just go and see Harry if I wasn't 100% sure.

So I went home and do the pregnancy test as they said, peed on it, and waited. And the result was what I was expecting. I was pregnant.

Sitting on the toilet in my bathroom, I kept staring at the with plastic stick between my fingers, shaking.

I was pregnant of Harry's kid.

Sorting all the things that came into my mind. I thought about what Niall said, and even if I didn't really know what he tried to accomplish by coming over, I needed to talk to Harry. Not for the reasons he thought, but still. Talking to Harry was the last thing I wanted to do right now, but I couldn't hide something that huge from him. He was involved, and had the right to know.

While driving to his house, I kept thinking about what I would say to him, and tried to prepare myself for his reaction. Would he be happy? Angry? I couldn't bet my life on anything. It was hard to focus on the road, and kept staring at the windshield, lost in my thoughts.

Pooling over, after passing the gate, I parked my car on the Styles' driveway, running the steps, and ringing the bell, I waited impatiently for someone to open the door. I was stressed out, but couldn't wait to be over with all of this. Playing with my phone and car keys in my hands.

After what looked like a life time, Anne opened the door, and greeted me with her usual full teeth smile. "Emma dear, I was not expecting you, please come on in, it's freezing this days" she invited me, shoving her hand, letting me in. She closed her vest, to warm her up.

"Morning Anne, I'm here to see Harry", I said, stepping inside. Looking at my surroundings.

The door was half closed now, and Anne looked at me, confused. "Harry's left this morning, dear."

Narrowing my eyebrows, I stared at her, dumbstruck. "He went to France, to film a movie" she added, giving me some tips, and tiptoeing to figure out if I knew it or not.

"Oh, right, I forgot. I thought it was tomorrow, I'll just call him" I try to keep my face straight, but she didn't buy it.

"Are you okay, dear?" she asked, concerned.

No I wasn't.

"I'm fine, Anne" I said, stuttering. "I have to go" I added, and headed to the door, which wasn't even closed. I could feel her eyes on me, as I stepped out, and walked to my car like a thief. But I couldn't face her at the moment.

Opening my car, I climbed inside, and sat. Staying there for a few minutes, without even starting the ignition.

Now it was clear. That's why Niall came this morning. That's what he meant, by telling me it would be too late. Why he said he was warning me. He wanted me to know that this time it would be for good.

Putting my hand, on my lower belly. Pearls of tears started flooding my face.

Harry was gone.

For good.

Thoughts? We're almost at the end of the story :'( Thank you all for reading!! Love you so much XXxxx