HARRY

I'm going to be a dad. I think to myself again. My heart is jumping in my chest.

I let go of her with the biggest smile on my face.

"Why are you smiling? Why are you so happy? My life is ruined because of fucking you!" She hits my chest and begins to cry. Is she serious?

"Hey, hey. Baby don't cry. This is unexpected but great news." I rub her arms making her look at me. I wipe a tear with my thumb and kiss her swollen lips once. We both look at the picture that has our baby on it, "We will be great parents Kris."
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She came to my house that night and layed on my bed the entire night as I layed next to her examining and talking to her little baby bump, kissing all over. That was the first time I've ever heard her say I love you.
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3 months forward.

Kristen has been very distant. I don't see  her as much as I used too. I miss her. She called me earlier telling me to meet her before class in the auditorium so now I'm waiting for her.

The door opens soon after I arrived. Kristen walks in, I smile and walk towards her to take a peak at our baby growing. It's the same size as I last saw her. That's probably okay, right?

She looks away from me and starts bawling. I help her sit down scared of what is happening.

"Are you hurting? Is it the baby? What do I do?" I say rubbing her stomach, she swats my hand away, crying harder this time.

I'm so lost. She begins to mumble but I can hardly make it out. "Calm down Kris. I can't understand you."

"Styles stop!" She stands up. "Stop being so nice to me, this is already hard enough."

"What are you trying to say?" I back up to give her some space.

"Fuck! I can't do it. I-." She clears her face from tears and looks into my eyes. My eyes are filled with worry.

"Harry I-I don't know how to tell you without you hating me afterwards." "You're scaring me Kris." I furrow my eyebrows. "Just fucking say it Kris." I demand.

"I KILLED HER HARRY. I-I KILLED OUR BABY."

My heart physically feels broken. I slide down the wall, my head falling in my hands. I want to cry but I can't. I was going to have a baby girl. I could've been the best father.

I've been planning our life out ever since I knew. It was going to be hard but was going to work. Now it will never happen.

I stand up and look at this disgusting human being in front of me. "Do you realize what you have done?" I put my finger in her face as she cries. I won't give her pity.

"YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER, KRISTEN. YOU KILLED OUR FUCKING DAUGHTER." I yell in her face. I've never showed her this side of me, there was never any reason too.

I pace around the empty auditorium, trying to keep my emotions inside but I fail. I sit on the ground again my emotions winning. I cry into my hands harder than I've ever cried before.

The girl who ruined my future tried to comfort me but I push her away. "Don't fucking touch me." I stand up and get in her face again. "What kind of person does this, without telling the father?" I wait for her response but there is nothing. She is just taking it now.

"I could've done something. I would've taken the baby, kris. I WOULD HAVE TAKEN GOOD CARE OF HER."

My head is pounding and my heart is broken. I lost the love of my life and my child in the same day. I look at her to say one last thing.

"Don't talk to me, ever again. We're over." I shrug my shoulders and sniffle walking out of the auditorium. She didn't try to say anything and I didn't expect her to.

I decide to leave school and head home. I don't know what to do with myself. I have no one to call. All I have is this picture of my baby that will never be born.

End.