《The Chase (Harry Styles)》Chapter 74
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CHAPTER 74
HARRY'S POV
Since Angie had to sleep outside tonight, I decided that I would to. Just for fun.
"Harry, I have to lick your face now." Lottie said as she ran down the beach where Angie and I had cuddled up under the stars together.
"Well that's not something you hear everyday!" Angie laughed. I stood up slowly and made my way over to Lottie. Louis was holding his camera with a huge grin on his face.
Lottie leaned in towards my face and ran her tongue up the side of my cheek. Her tongue felt wet, and just plain weird.
I could hear Angie and Louis laugh as she stuck her tongue back in her mouth and pulled away.
"I'll send you the pic sista!" Louis screamed as he ran inside with the joy of a little boy on Christmas morning.
"Alright well goodnight Lottie." I said.
"Sleep tight." Lottie replied as she walked off.
"Alone at last." I said
"Harry, can I ask you something?" Angie questioned as I nuzzled my chin into the crook of her shoulder. There was a full moon, and the stars were shining brighter than ever. Perfect night to spend on the beach.
"Anything." I whispered into her ear. I was hoping it was going to be a simple question and that then we could enjoy the rest of the night, but of course it wasn't. What Angie said next, definitely sparked a long conversation.
"What's going to happen to you and I in the future?"
"I haven't really thought of that." I responded as I flung myself off of her and onto the frosty sand.
"I mean how serious are you about me?"
"I love you."
"I know that Harry, but what about your future? What about the band?"
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"The band doesn't effect our relationship Angie."
"Yes it does! I would never be able to see you. Harry I want kids, I want a family."
"I do too, just not now..."
"And why is that Harry? Would it be because you don't have enough time?"
"Well...erm....Yeah."
"Well am I wasting my time with you? I mean how do I know that when your finally ready to settle down, that I'd be the girl you would want to be with?"
"Your not wasting your time Angie! And I know that your the girl for me. I know that your the one I want to marry, and have kids with. Your the one I want to cook dinner every night with. The one that I sit next to and watch our kids soccer games. I want to go to sleep every night with you by my side, and wake up with you in my arms. Just not yet. I'm sorry."
"What if you change your mind? What if in ten years the band is still famous and you decide that you don't want to be married and have kids? What if we have a fight?"
"If by the age of 24 you don't have a ring on your finger, then you'll know if I've changed my mind. I just can't do it right now Angie. I'm sorry but I can't be a husband or a father right now. It just wouldn't be fair to you, me, or the kid."
"Whatever."
I decided that it would probably be best for me to leave Angie alone to think about think about things, so I quickly stood up and walked back to the house. To my surprise everyone else was sound asleep. I threw myself onto the couch and I instantly felt guilty. I felt guilty that I couldn't give Angie what she wanted. But I was right to be honest with her. I just can't get married or have kids now... It wasn't part of the plan.
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*THE NEXT MORNING*
ANGIE'S POV
I sat down next to Hannah eating a slice of toast. I had just told her everything about what Harry had said to me last night, and was now waiting for her to answer me.
"I'm so sorry Angie." Was all she could say.
"Maybe I should just go..." I trailed off.
"Now what good would that do? You have to tell him!" She yelled.
I was about to shush her but then I remembered that the boys were all out surfing. "I don't want to ruin everything."
"But your just making things harder." Hannah shoved a big bite of apple into her mouth and chewed ever so loudly as my mind raced.
"It's not fair to him. I'm going to pack now." I quickly stood up from the table and began throwing everything into a bag. It only took me a few minutes because I hadn't unpacked much, but what did take a long time, is writing a note that I would leave behind.
"Angie don't do this." Hannah said as she hovered over my shoulder as I wrote the letter.
"Hannah stop. Nothing you can say or do will make me change my mind. Just remember if you tell any of them about our little secret, you'll be dead to me."
"Angie please-"
"No."
I quickly signed my name at the bottom of the letter and re-read it.
Boys,
I'm so very sorry that this is the way I have to go. I feel as if there have been some serious issues brought to my attention that need to be dealt with immediately. Please know that none of you have done anything wrong, or done anything that has made me want to leave. You are all very nice lads, and I love you all. I just need a little time to myself to think, and deal with something. I'm going to change my number, so don't bother calling. Also, please do not follow me because I do not wish to be found. I can stay with Matt or something. I'll keep all of your numbers and will call when I feel the time is right. Perhaps 9 months...
Much love,
Angie.
I quickly grabbed my bag and ran out of the house with Hannah hot on my tail.
"Angie don't do this." She yelled after me.
I turned around to look at her, but then I came face to face with Louis. He was wearing his wet suit and was carrying a board. I looked off into the distance and saw no trace of the other boys. Phew.
"Where? Who? Why? How? What's happening?" He slurred his words.
Ignoring his words I stepped off to the side and flagged down a cab. I pushed past Louis, the guy that used to be my best friend, and opened the door to the car. I threw my bag in and put one leg in. I felt tears stream down my face as I got all the way into the cab. Hannah and Louis looked like they were on the verge of tear as I fastened my seat belt with the door still open.
"I'm pregnant." I mouthed to them as I slammed the door shut and sped off into the distance.
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Hey guys sorry it's been so long, I have just been so busy and so tired. I hope you liked this chapeter! Vote, comment, fan! I love you all!
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