If You Would [h.s.] HOLD

Fourteen

"What the hell do you mean? You're pregnant? You're 52 years old mom! You can't have a baby. That's not even possible." I shake my head in disbelief. I look at Buck who just has a bewildered face and his jaw his hanging wide open. He looks how I feel.

"I didn't think I could be pregnant either. But I went to the doctor and I am. I asked if it was safe and they said it was a 50/50 chance. My hormones are good but they could change a lot throughout the pregnancy." She reaches over and puts her hand over my fathers. He squeezes it. I look over to him and then back to mom. The thought of loosing my mom pops in my head.

"I Uhm. I don't think you should go through with it." I speak out. I know she won't like the idea but this pregnancy could be incredibly dangerous for her. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

"No, no way. You know how I feel about abortion." Dad looks away and I look at him.

"Dad?" I need to know how he feels about all of this.

He sighs before speaking.

"I think what you think Evie. But it's not our choice. It's hers. If she wants to risk her life she can." He shrugs so nonchalantly and it makes me want to punch him in the throat.

"How far along are you?" Buck finally says, his voice soft and concerned. It's not like Buck to be concerned. Everyone looks at him and mom gives him a slight smile.

"Seven weeks."

I can not believe this is happening. I put my head in my hands and groan internally. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want for this to be real. I want to forget that this is happening. Before I know what I'm doing, I have my keys back in my hand and I'm rushing out of my apartment and into my car. I text Harry.

Me: Waffle House. Ten minutes away.

Harry: I'll see you there.

I close my eyes after I start the car and just sit there for a minute, trying to absorb the information that was just thrown into my lap. I shake my head and speed out of the parking lot and towards the Waffle House.

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Harry's face appears through the glass wall before he opens the door to the restaurant and walks in, spotting me. He joins me on the other side of the booth. His face grim and upset. I still can't shake the conversation I was having with my parents a few minutes ago.

"Evie?" Two snaps jolt me out of my thoughts and I look at Harry who is now concerned.

"You alright love?" He asks. I nod.

"Yeah I'm okay. What's up? Why do you need to talk?" I change the subject as quick as I can.

"Uhm... Zayne is leaving the band." He looks down at his placemat. The waitress comes over and gets our drinks.

"Oh... oh my god. Why?" I let his troubles distract me from my own and I try to be fully invested in his story.

"He wants to go solo, he thinks we're holding him back. It's not that I blame him, id like to go solo one day but I love these boys and our fans. Oh the fans. They'll be so upset and angry." I nod and reach across the table to hold his hand in an attempt to comfort him. I know him and Zayn were kind of close. Obviously they all got famous together. I hear a click and see a flash from the corner of my eye. I look out of the window to see a man with a camera, who just took our picture. I roll my eyes and look at him before snapping my hand away from Harry's. I don't know if he wants people to know that we're kind of together. Especially not right now. But I'm surprised when he reaches his hand across the table to grab mine.