One Direction Fan-fiction Chapter 30

One Direction Fan-fiction
        Chapter 30

It was the last night if the tour: within the next two hours the Take me home tour would be over. They were going to perform in front of more than a hundred thousand people. The concert was sold out within the blink of an eye. The boys were in their dressing room, getting ready for their last show. I was standing out in the hall, twiddling my thumbs, wondering, thinking like crazy. Tonight would be my only chance. It'd soon be too late to tell him - and tomorrow he'd be on his way to Holmes Chapel, and I'd be on my way home too. It needed to be said face to face.
  "Come on boys, fifteen minutes left," Paul said from inside the room. I lent back against the wall, the back of my head resting against the stones. I can't do it. I just can't - it would destroy him. He'd be crushed, devastated... I can just tell him in the morning-
   "Haha, I know! Hey! Cassie my love, why are you standing out here, you should be in your seat," Harry said, hand on the doorknob, half over the doorway.
   "Waiting for you actually," I said after a deep sigh, agreeing with myself to tell him now - now or never.
   "Harry, come on!" Niall and Zayn screamed as they passed us, running down the hall on their way to the scene.
   "Gimme a sec," Harry cried back as he turned his head in their direction. He had walked over to me, standing in front of me, making me feel even worse; the lack of space, the nauseating feeling in my stomach, making me feel like I was going to throw up every second now.
   "Harry, there's something I need to tell you..." I could hear my voice break, feel my body shake; the tears appear in my eye hooks. His face got serious, it fell, his smile disappeared from his eyes and lips, and he took a step back, reading my body language, seeing how I desperately needed some air and space of my own.

*Louis' POV*
Zayn, Liam, Niall and I had all run to stand near the stage, waiting for everything to start: ten minutes...
   "Where's Harry?" Paul asked, looking at us. "Harry's missing, where is he? You guys have to get in in ten minutes!" you could hear in his voice that he was annoyed as well as stressed.
   "Don't know, last I saw him he was talking with Cassie..." Niall said looking at the rest of us.
   "I'll go get him," I said, turning on my heels and walked back towards the dressing room.

   "-I'm two months pregnant, Harry. I've only known for about three hours, and I don't know what to do! We can't, we're too young, you're not ready to become a dad, and I'm not ready to be a mum. We can't take care of a child - we can't do that Harry. With you traveling with the band, I'll be alone with him or her, and I'm not strong enough for that-" I stopped immediately. I could feel the goosebumps running over my skin. It was Cassie who was talking - talking with Harry. It sound-ed like she was crying. No! This couldn't be true! They're only teenagers. She would be turning eighteen in two weeks.
   "I don't even know - what? You sure about this?" Harry's voice was not as I'd feared: he sounded amazed, true enough but in some kind of way, he sounded as if he really was hoping that she was...
   "Yes, I've taken several tests and when I still wasn't convinced I went to my doctor ... They were all positive! I knew you'd be mad!"
   "I'm not mad. How can this even be possible? You said you were on the pill-"
   "I was! But – apparently – you have to be on it for at least a month. And I wasn't!"
   "But-"
   "Harry! We can't do this, we're too young, and we can't handle it-"
I didn't know if I should just bark in or stay out of it, before my watch reminded me why I was even here. I decided to count to five and then be running towards them: and so I did. I walked back as far as I could in five seconds and then started running towards them.
   "Harry, mate, we gotta go, two minutes till the show starts, come on! Don't wanna be running late!" I said out if my breath, maybe a bit cheery and loud.
  "Yea, of course not - I'll see you after the show," Harry said as he lent in towards Cassie to give her kiss, but she turned her head in the other direction, so his kiss landed on her cheek instead for her lips. I decided to act like I was busy reading some poster hanging on the wall. Harry sighed and turned on his heels, walking towards the stage. If it some reason I didn't follow him. I was still standing in front of Cassie. I was right; she had been crying. Her eyes were lost and red from crying. She turned her head in the other direction and removed the tears still running down her cheeks. I wanted to comfort her; I wanted to help in any way possible. I wanted to tell her, that everything would be alright, that she'd get through this, that Harry would become an amazing dad, that the two of them would live happily ever after with this child.
   "Aren't you going to be late, Lou?" Cassie sniffed as she turned to face me, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. I didn't know what to do - should I act like I didn't know or not.
   "Yea, you're probably right..." was all that left my lips. I gave her a weak smile, which she didn't return.
   "Well, good luck," she said as she started to walk pass me, probably heading for her seat beside Danielle and Jenny.
   "Yea, you too," I replied without even thinking. She turned around and looked at me, frowning.
   "What do you mean?"
   I couldn't reply. I had to be on the stage in ten seconds, there was no way I would make it in time, if I had to tell her, that I'd heard it all.
   "Nothing - I'll see you after the show!" I said over my shoulder as I started running towards the stage.

Cassie's POV* 
I watched as Louis ran down the hall, his hair waving in the wind of his speed. What did he mean? Good luck? Had he heard? Did he know? I grabbed my hair and held it tight, leaning against the wall, my feet disappearing under me, I fell, landing in a sitting position on the floor, my back against the wall, hands on the ground and knees pulled up against my stomach. My world was breaking into pieces. How could this happen? Well, I obviously knew the answer, but I didn't mean it like that. More like, why did this happen? Why me, why us? Harry's 19 years old, he's popular, famous, world known, young - but he's a boy. Sometimes, he acts like he's only 12 years old. He isn't ready for this. He can't take that kind of responsibility. And with the band comes concerts, interviews, photo shoots, music videos, the tours, and all that stuff, which means I'm gonna be alone with the baby - and I'm not ready for that. I'm nearly 18, I'm still a teenager. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. I was supposed to be around the thirties, having a career, being married to an average Englishman, who would be working in an office inside a skyscraper on the 40th floor, starring into the screen all day long. This was how my life should have been. I'm not regretting meeting Harry or the rest of the band, but this, this I regret. I wish this was a bad dream, a nightmare. That I would wake up and find myself in my bed at mum's, under the warm sheets with the smell of breakfast reaching my nose.

But it was another smell that got me back to the real world - the smell of garlic. I used to love garlic, more than anything, but now the smell of them made me sick to my stomach. I quickly smacked a hand in front of mouth to hold my dinner down. I got up and walked to the restroom, locking the door in the literally last minute.  I flushed the toilet and put the lit down, sitting on it. Elbows on knees, head in my hands. I breathed slow and deep, calming down, getting control over my body. I felt dizzy, I felt sick. The taste of vomit was still hanging in my mouth. I unlocked the door and went out, heading towards the sink to rinse my mouth and face in water. I looked in the mirror, the water was dripping down my face, forehead, cheeks, chin. I took the towel and dried my face before stepping out again. The concert had been going on for about fifteen minutes. I should probably go in at take my seat on first row.

*Harry's POV*
I walked to the stage, not quite understanding what was happening. Cassie was pregnant. We were pregnant. I don't even know what to say. I'm 19 years old, and about to become a dad. I don't know if I'm ready for that. But the alternative was ... I don't even want to think about...
   I reached the stage, where the others were standing, obviously waiting for me. I walked up to them, standing beside Zayn and Liam.
   "Harry, my man! Where's Lou?" Zayn said as he noticed me. I looked over my shoulder. I'd imagined he was just behind me all the time. He was probably on his way - perhaps he forgot to brush his teeth.
   "He was just behind me a few seconds ago - he should be on his way," I answered trying to sound as if nothing had changed.
   "Okay, well we better get going then, show starts in one. Ready?" Liam asked, looking around on the rest of us. We all nodded and started to walk up the star. Forty seconds. Thirty. Twenty. Ten. Five. Four. Three. Two.
  The light blinded our eyes as the four of us ran on stage. All of us in abut of panic. Where the fuck was Louis?! Our audience started clapping like crazy, and it took a while for them to notice that we were only four.
    "Good evening everybody," Liam started talking in his microphone. "As you see, Louis has totally disappeared. We don't know where he is," Liam continued, the audience starting to screaming loudly, "where is Lou", "noo", "buh", and so on. Liam smiled and continued: "Will you please help us get him on stage?"
   "YES!" The audience screamed, cheering like idiots. Usually the sight of them would make me smile and laugh, but not tonight. I felt different. It was like I didn't even want to be here. The usual rush didn't show. The voice inside my head, told me that it was just because of the baby - it really had shocked me. It had hit me like a fist in the face. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw it in front of my inner eyes, the more I wanted it.
   The audience and Liam had started screaming for Louis, Niall and Zayn laughing in the back-ground.
   "Louis! Louis! Louis!" The craw shouted, clapping, cheering, waving, and whistling. He finally showed, waving his hands, pretending it was all a part of the show. Now, the concert could begin. The music started, Liam prepared himself for his verse. Cassie was nowhere to be seen.

I couldn't do it. I had to make sure Cassie was alright.  The sweat ran down my back, the spotlight blinded my eyes, I felt like fainting. My part was coming up soon, but the words had disappeared. So had my voice. I couldn't sing, the heat, the noise. This was wrong. The music stopped. The boys looked at me with strange and confused looks. I dropped the mic. It hit the floor with a loud sound, making that electronic sound that just makes you cover your eyes immediately. The audience started talking loudly, probably getting confused. Some even shouted. I looked up, out on the people in front of me. It looked like there was millions and millions. All the way up to the ceiling. I shook my head and took a few steps back. Louis walked over to me, standing in front of my, close enough to whisper in my ear.
   "What's wrong Hazza?"
   "It's Cassie, I gotta go talk to her," I said already on my way towards the exit from the stage. Louis was behind me, probably going to try to make me come back. But I wouldn't let him. This was more important. I ran down the stair, two steps at a time, turning left down the hall and opened the door. There she was, standing by the entrance for the first row: she was on her way to the concert.
   "Cassie!" I cried down the hall, running towards her.
   "Harry! What are you doing?! The concert, the audience, the boys ..." I shut her up by planting a soft kiss on her perfectly warm lips.
   "Shh... Listen, I've thought about it," I started, holding her face between my hands. Her eyes looked lost; she started to shake her head.
   "I shouldn't have said it, tonight is yours, this is your night, this is your-" I held her head tight, putting a finger upon her lips to make her shut up.
   "You're ruining it," I said in a whisper. "We're in this together. You and me. We're going to get through this. I love you and I love her," I said still in a low voice pointing on her stomach.
   "You don't even know if it's a girl ..." Cassie said, calming down, her voice sounding a bit as if she'd been crying.
   "I have a strong feeling it is," I said followed by a weak smile.
   "You're so stupid, you know that? You could have told me this after the concert. What about the fans? They've paid a lot of money for this concert, they've waited for months-"
   "Marry me." I don't know where that came from, but the words were out before I could hold them back. But I meant it. I didn't want to hold them back, I wanted this. I wanted to get married to Cassie. I wanted to have our own little family. Her, me and the baby. Nothing would make me happier. I'd give up everything for her. I loved her more than anything and anyone.
   Cassie gave me a rather confused look. Head tilt to the right, eyes looking lost. I grabbed her hands and held them against my chest.
   "Marry me," I repeated, looking her in the eyes.
   "Harry-"
   "Marry me, Cassie," I whispered and pulled her even closer. "I won't be going back on that stage before you answer."
   "What? You have to-"
   "Just answer ..." I whispered sweetly, resting my forehead against hers.
   " ... You'll have to say it probably. I won't answer unless you kneel down and everything," she said sweetly with a cheeky smile, looking me in the eyes as she finished taking. I smiled back, sighing before taking a step back, getting ready for my proposal.
    "Cassandra Morris, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I said, down on one knee.
    "I will," she whispered without any sign of doubt. Her voice was strong and sure, her eyes watery as she bit down on her button lip. I could feel my mouth form itself into a bright smile, going from ear to ear.