He cheats but you find out you’re pregnant
A/N: please excuse the grammar, english is not my first language.
It has been a month since you found out. You were chilling in your apartment with your 4-year-old daughter when you got a text message from a friend, it was a picture of him kissing another woman. There was no doubt it was him, you didn’t want to believe it, but there it was, on that day you felt like your world was ending. “There it is again” you thought, nothing good lasts forever, at least, not with you they don’t. An entire 6 year relationship, all the plans, the trust.. everything slipping away.
To say that you were brokenhearted was an understatement, for the last month you had to pretend you were okay, you could barely sleep, you weren’t eating, and what was making you even worse was having to ignore him. Even though he did what he did to you, you still felt bad about ghosting him, and there was nothing you wanted more than to talk to him, you knew that you’d have to eventually, but you weren’t ready yet. He knew that you knew, and he was growing more frustrated by not having news from you, being away on tour for 3 months now, not having seen you in the last 2, there was nothing he missed more than you and his baby girl, but there wasn’t anything he could do now. Realizing you weren’t going to talk to him, he decided to call his sister and have her make sure you were okay.
He wasn’t coming home for another month, but he still had to talk to Helena, she would ask about him everyday, so you decided to let Gemma stay with you for a while to help you with her and facetime her dad whenever she wanted to talk to him. He would ask about you every time he called, but you made sure to be as far away as possible when they were facetiming, you knew that if you heard his voice, you would want to talk to him. Gemma would always make up excuses for you, and Helena didn’t even know what was going on, she was only worried about when daddy was coming home, letting him know every time how much she missed him.
The pictures were leaked, now the whole world knew the kind of person he was, and the “poor thing” you were. That was the last thing that you wanted, now you had to stay home so you wouldn’t be bombarded with paparazzi and questions and sad messages from people you didn’t even know, you decided to deactivate all of your social media, you couldn’t take another minute of it.
Another month had passed and Harry’s arrival was coming closer, you didn’t know what you were going to do, you couldn’t just kick him out, Helena would be crazy if he didn’t sleep with her when he got home. It was all she could talk about, daddy this.. daddy that, you sighed as she babbled about him for the eleventh time today, while taking a sip of your coffee. A ring on the doorbell shook you off your distraction, you and Gemma exchanged a confused look, you weren’t waiting on anybody and Harry wasn’t supposed to come home for another three days.
She opened the door, and there he was, suitcases, sunglasses and not a very good mood. Helena ran off to the door as soon as she heard his voice, apparently he wasn’t expecting Gemma to still be there by the time he got home. Crouching down, he opened his arms and received his very british little gal, even though you lived in California, she still managed to get her dad’s accent. He spun her around, her giggles filling the living room. He took off his sunglasses and you were glad to see he looked like absolute shit, just like you. His eyes red and puffy, his stubble growing bigger, hair disheveled. His eyes scanned the room, looking for you, he looked in the kitchen’s direction and his eyes met yours, you held his gaze for a while and decided your coffee looked really interesting all of a sudden. You heard Gemma try, unsuccessfully to take your daughter upstairs so you could talk, but she wasn’t having it, she didn’t want to be with anyone else but Harry.
He didn’t have another option, so he spent the day with her trying to tire her off until she slept and he could talk to you. You didn’t exchange a word until Helena passed out on his lap, his eyes eventually finding you, he didn’t sleep on the plane, thinking about what he would say to you, but now that he was here, he couldn’t seem to find the words. Your stomach turning every time he looked at you, and you fighting the urge to cry.
He cleared his throat, catching your attention. “I…” he sighed “don’t even know what to say”, you nodded, looking at the wall behind him to not get lost in those beautiful green eyes, those eyes you were so deeply in love with.
“You know, the worst thing is.. I know this isn’t my fault, I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but still everyday for the past two months I couldn’t sleep thinking ‘Was I not enough?’” he watched you carefully, his eyes getting sadder each time you spoke “I’ve been going to therapy again, and I’m taking meds to sleep ‘cause you got me so fucked up” you chuckled “you knew all about me, my story and my previous relationships, all I asked is for you to not do the same thing they did to me, and when I finally felt like I could trust someone again, you go and do the exact same thing they all did. Guess you’re not as different as I thought.” You said, remembering when you started dating and he told you “I’m not like these other guys”
You didn’t even realized you had started crying until he gave you a tissue and tried to hug you, nudging him off, you got up and immediately felt dizzy, in two seconds you were hunched over the toilet, throwing your dinner up and he was taking your hair off your face, you couldn’t even get mad as you were so vulnerable. He helped you up, you washed your face and drank a little bit of water, his concerned eyes never leaving you. “Are you feeling better?”.
You nodded in response “Must’ve been something I ate”.
“Are you sure it’s not…something else?” you snapped your head at him, ready to start going off again, but then realizing you were, in fact, late.
You immediately ran upstairs, going in the bedroom the two of you shared, for the last two months you had been sleeping in the guest bedroom, not being able to stay in a room filled with memories of you two. He realized that you hadn’t been sleeping there, the bed was made, and the room extremely clean, like it never was before. Going in the bathroom, you got a pregnancy test you’d keep in the cabinet, his eyebrows frowned, looking at you.
You raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Come on (Y/N)” realizing you wouldn’t budge, he left the bathroom and waited patiently at the door, looking around the bedroom trying to distract himself. A few moments later you opened the door, and let him in again. The both of you staying quiet, just waiting the result.
You were extremely anxious and wasn’t trying to hide it, what would you do if you were pregnant again? You couldn’t raise two kids by yourself.. Your thoughts were cut off by him “Look” “I’m scared, you look” “Let’s look together, okay?” you nodded, biting your lip, and grabbing the test with him, a ‘PREGNANT’ appeared on the stick. You started sobbing uncontrollably, he hugged you and you let him. Feelings torn between happiness and sadness, he was extremely excited he would become a daddy again, but not so happy because he knew you wouldn’t accept him back so quickly.
