#also she told me to calm down with thr binge watching

[iqmmir]

So who was going to tell me that denying and suppressing my problems is harmful or was i supposed to wait till my therapist told me

[wanderingtrash]

Unfair Affair - Part 9

A/N: I get in my feels writing this series sometimes. Enjoy!

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Ben finally slept over at (Y/N)’s house. The day she had confirmed what Eva had told him. He didn’t want to leave her in a moment of confusion and sadness. He wanted her to have a shoulder to confort her.

So after work he had driven himself and (Y/N) to her house. Where the two ordered some take out. That (Y/N) had somehow managed to keep down without throwing up it’s contents, and a movie had been watched.

(Y/N) took a quick shower and layed in her bed with Ben. Where they fell asleep with a smile on their faces. Ben’s had resting gently on (Y/N)’s stomach. Soft snores being heard from him but (Y/N) didn’t mind.

The next morning (Y/N) was rudley awakened by the continuous ‘bing’ of her phone. Alerting her of notifications. She looked over shoulder and smiled as she saw the content asleep Ben. She thought he looked adorable, his cheek bones prominent against his features and his hair messy from the turning he had done that night.

The smile didn’t last very long.

(Y/N) knew something wasn’t right.

Something wasn’t right at all

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Once she unlocked it, she was faced from mulitiple instagram messages, most if them from twitter. Thr majority of them from gossip media pages.

(Y/N) felt get heart drop to her stomach. She didn’t have time to register the media notifications. When she was met with 5 unanswered messages from Harry. And 8 missed phome calls.

She opened his contact name. Her hand shaking.

‘What the hell did you tell the media (Y/N)?’

’Stop fucking your side toy for a moment and answer me damit!’

'I’m calling you’

'PICK UP YOUR PHONE (Y/N)’

'I’m going over to your house right now’

(Y/N) cursed to herself as she sat up. A wave of nausea making it’s way to her stomach. Ben felt her stirring because he opened his eyes and sat up.

“Hey, What’s wrong?’ He asked seeing the upset look in her face. His hand moved up to her cheek and moved a strand of hair away from her face. Her cheeks were rosy with a pinkish tint.

"They-They know Ben.” She said in a weak voice. She dizzy and it made her feel as if she was going to faint at anytime.

They knew. But who told them?

She felt fragile. Her eyes scanned the room. She heard nothing. Or maybe her ears just refused to pick up any sound. Only the pounding of her heart as it increased in pace.

“(Y/N)? Why don’t you just lay down love yeah?” Ben tried to comfort her in a calming voice. He reached his hand to touch her back. But (Y/N) almost instinctively moved from his touch. She finally looked at him.

She had anger in her eyes. Something Ben wasn’t familiar with.

She felt bad about her words. But she couldn't suppress them.

“No Ben! I won’t lay down! Do you realise what is happening right now?!” (Y/N) carelessly yelled at him. She stood up from the bed and held her hair in her hands. Not only would Gwen find out, but she would never get away with what she did. She hadn’t even opened the links to the articles but she knew they were bad. (Y/N) was sure the media wouldn’t leave her alone. Not after what they know.

Ben stood up as well. But kept his distance from her. He knew in her state it wasn’t good ti upset her any further.

“Harry’s coming Ben! What am I suppose to tell him?! He’s going to think I told them!” She sniffed. Angry tears running down her face.

The room was cold. Just as cold as she felt in an emotional way.

“(Y/N)…” Ben trailed off. He didn’t know what he could do to comfort her. She was shaken and angry. The complete opposite if what she felt the night prior. The smile on her face was no longer there, but replaced with a frown/scowl and big teary eyes.

“I don’t know what I can do to help (Y/N). But you need to calm down okay? This anger and stress you have isn’t good.” He stated softly and moved closer to her. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

Before (Y/N) could even respond a knock was heard on the downstairs front door. Almost a banging.

Ben looked at the bedroom door before looking back at (Y/N). “Do you want to get the door? Or should I?” He asked softly.

“I’ll-I’ll go get it.” (Y/N) responded. Her voice shaking a bit.

The walk downstairs never seemed so miserable. She was in thought as she took the agonizing steps down to open the door. Harry had this thing emotionally implanted in her. Once Harry lit her with fire, the burn was so delicious she couldn't get enough.

She heard Ben follow her from behind but that was the least of her worries.

Once she reached the front door her shaky hand went to open it. Her exposed legs shivering a bit at the cold air let in. Harry stood there in a black suit. His hair messy. Probably from the fingers he hand ran through them out of frustration.

Harry looked at her. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were fueled with anger. "What did you tell them (Y/N)?" He asked calmly. Almost too calmly. "I wake up today to hundreds of messages from fucking gossip media news websites and to top all the fucking shit off my publicist is on vacation." He ranted. Barging inside.

Harry froze as he looked at Ben. He was standing there wearing his Rolling Stones sweatshirt. The one he had given to (Y/N). His head felt heavy. His chest hurt too. Harry didn't recongize the feeling. But it hurt like hell.

Feeling the tension in the room (Y/N) decided it was best to speak up. In soft voice. "Harry, this is Ben. He's...he's my boyfriend."

Harry wanted to laugh. But due to the situation he held back. "I want to talk to you in private." He told (Y/N). Ben kind of looked like Harry. Which made Harry think a bit. Giving his ego a boost.

Nodding she walked to Ben and placed a hand on his cheek. "Can we have a second? We need to talk." (Y/N) asked Ben with a small smile.

Ben nodded and kissed her forehead. Looking at (Y/N) one more time before walking upstairs. Ben was relieved in a way. He didn't want to get caught up in their argument. It was their personal battle.

When Ben disappeared from view Harry glared at (Y/N). "Let me guess this straight. Not only are you pregnant with my child." As soon as those words left his mouth (Y/N) gapsed. She hadn't told him anything. He shouldn't have known unless SHE told him.

"But you're also fucking that guy? I know you're pregnant so don't try and deny it. When were you going to tell me huh? When the baby was born? Or were you just planning to wait a few years? Oh hey! I have a better conspiracy. You were going to let Ben raise my kid right?" Harry scolded her. (Y/N) felt crushed. He was in a way right she hadn't told him about the baby. But that didn't give him any excuse to talk to her like that.

Balling her hands in her side (Y/N) was ready for the screaming match that was about to insue.

"Look who finally gives a flying fuck. Yes, I am having your baby, but it's none of your business. Have you finally snapped back to reality? Did you finally realise that hey! Money doesn't solve all your problems? I'm not in anyway fucking Ben. It's sad that you think that low of me" Her voice was nothing but anger. Harry was acting like a child. He was fucked if he thought she was going to sit in the corner and cry about her mistakes.

"Our little secret is out Harry. I don't know who told them. But it's out." She whispered. "What once only supposed to be a little white lie, grew to this chain of problems."

Harry shook his head. Pacing on the floor. He had an idea. One she might not like. But it was worth a shot. "We can say it was all a lie, we can keep this pregnancy hidden if you just-" That's where (Y/N) cut him off. She was shocked at his words.

"Hidden! No! What the fuck Harry?! My child won't be hidden! You're not going to do with them what you did with me! Own up to it. You're a human Harry." She whispered the last part. We make mistakes. That's okay. You aren't perfect and you have to stop pretending like you are..."

Harry felt tears cloud his eyes. She was right.

He sat on the couch with his hands on his face. He wanted to apologize to her. For what he did to her. For what she had been put through due to his selfish needs. But he couldn't. Not at the moment anyways.

"Does Gwen know yet?" A nervous (Y/N) asked. Letting out a breath when Harry shook his head.

"No, she's out of town visiting her parents. Talked to her before I came here. She doesn't know right now." Harry nodded in confirmation. "Why does it matter anyways? I don't. I don't love her any more." Harty revealed to (Y/N) his glossy eyes catching hers.

It was no surprise to (Y/N). Harry knew that. But he needed (Y/N) to hear it from his own mouth.

"But she's having my baby. I don't know what to do." Harry weakly said. He was vulnerable. For once Harry didn't have a plan. For once Harry couldn't solve problems with blaming them on someone else.

Because for once he was to blame.

"We'll figure it out." (Y/N) smiled at him softly. "It's...it's going to end with both of us gaining and losing people. But it's for the best." She said. Laying her head on Harry's shoulder hesitantly.

Harry didn't push her away.

"Do you love him?" Harry asked staring at the floor.

(Y/N) only froze at the question. She didn't know how to answer it. Until she thought of th best answer she could. "I see a future with him Harry. He's a good guy." That was really the only answer she could give him.

Harry internally smiled. She hadn't directly answered the question. That must've meant something right?

"I've got to go." Harry said. He didn't want to leave. But he had things to figure out. Once her head left his shoulder Harry felt empty. He didn't know if it was a friendly gesture or a gesture of feelings she still had for him.

Harry hoped it was the latter.

As selfish as that sounded.

Harry stood up and sighed. "Don't read any of the articles okay? We don't need you stressed out. It's not good for the baby." Harry said with a soft smile. Something about this baby was special. It was going to be the child of possibly one of the emotionally strongest woman Harry knew.

Sure it was crazy to know he was going to have a child with his once mistress.

But for the first time in his life Harry didn't mind the outcome of a bad decision.

(Y/N) nodded. "I won't."

Harty walked to the front door. (Y/N) trailing behind him.

He opened it and stepped out. "I'm sorry." Harry said looking at her with real apologetic look. Something in Harry was hurting. (Y/N) just didn't know what.

(Y/N) watched as Harry walked to his Range Rover. Closing the door behind her. She didn't know what sin Harry was sorry for.

Maybe all of them.

(Y/N) was left with a anxious Ben upstairs. And the smell of Harry's cologne lingering in the air.