Forced to become Mrs Styles (A Harry Styles AU)

Chapter eighty four.

Chapter eighty four.

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EMMA’S POV:

It’s been a few weeks since Harry and I found out I was pregnant and honestly not too much has changed.

We’re doing really well in our relationship I wouldn’t say I was as happy as I’d hoped to be but we’re certainly getting there. It’s difficult for it to be how we’d like when I’m constantly putting a downer on things.

It’s unintentional and I’d love it if I could be happy but it’s not that simple and I’ve come to terms that happiness doesn’t come over night. It’s going to take time.

Hopefully our baby’s birth will be my time.

Honestly I don’t know how much longer I can go on in this constant misery.

‘’Breakfasts ready love’’ Harry calls out from the kitchen.

I get out of bed and walk over to the kitchen pulling my hair up into a messy pony tail as I walk.

‘’Morning beautiful’’ He smiles as he sets the plates onto the counter.

‘’Morning’’ I mutter back flashing him a fake smile.

Harry pouts before frowning a little.

He walks towards me dipping his head down allowing his lips to meet mine for a few sweet seconds.

‘’I love you’’ He says his warm minty breath fanning over my face.

‘’I love you’’ I say back pressing my lips to his once more before stepping past him to sit down.

‘’I thought you might want a big breakfast considering how much you threw up this morning’’ Harry smiled sitting opposite me.

‘’hmmm don’t you’ll put me off my food’’ I giggle.

Harry chuckles softly before we allow the silence to fall as we eat.

‘’I’m going to go shower’’ I say climbing down from stool and walking towards the bathroom.

The seconds the door shuts it’s like all the lies shut off too.

Everything feels like a lie. All the smiling, all the jokes, all the being happy.

It is a lie. I feel worse than I’ve ever felt before.

The warm water runs over my body as I shiver hovering the razor above my thigh contemplating my next move.

I could do it right now, I could end it all.

Things would probably be better if I did because what kind of a life is this poor child going to have with me as a mother.

I can’t be responsible for someone’s life when I don’t even want my own.

I don’t want my child to see my crying and falling apart.

And I most certainly don’t want my child to find my lifeless body one day.

Because that’s inevitable, I know it. One day even if it’s not today I will end it.

‘’Harry’’ I call out loudly my voice cracking as tears stream over my face.

‘’Emma? Are you ok?’’ He asks his voice sounding like he’s just the over side of the door.

‘’Can you come in please’’ I say crying even more.

‘’Em?’’ He says as his voice becomes closer and the bathroom door shuts behind him.