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The mornings where harry wasn’t at training were special they didn’t happen very often which is why they were so special. 

No alarms to wake us up, the sun barely shining through the window, no plans, no reason to get up.

Harry was my safe place, he always made me feel safe, he was my rock, without him I’d probably be lost.

“This is my favourite place to be” harry mumbled “with you in my arms, your head on my chest, this is it” he finished off.

He pulled me in tighter, kissing the top of my head which was home to my messy bed head.

“Let’s not go anywhere today, let’s just stay here” I nodded my head at his request, agreeing with what was said

“Morning cuddles are always the best” I mumbled.

“I love you Y/N” harry spoke, half yawning in his I just woke up voice.

Being a girlfriend or a wife to a footballer was hard, they were always traveling, hardly home.

I was the long time girlfriend of Jesse Lingard, Manchester United & England international player. 

Another night I spent in our shared bed alone, waiting for my phone to ring for our facetime conversation.

He was in Russia right now playing for England, they were doing beyond well, the whole nation was behind them but unfortunately for me, family wasn’t allowed out to see them just yet, two more games and I could fly out to see my man.

The hours past by and still no phone call, no facetime request, i sighed it was 1am in the morning.

I fell asleep in the end giving up the battle of fighting away sleep so I could talk to Jesse, but the more I fought with sleep the more my body wanted sleep.

The sound of a long waited ping woke me up.

“Sorry I didn’t call, stuck at training, I love you, I miss you” smiling at my phone, Jesse finally made contact, my heart dropped know I couldn’t talk to him tonight but my mind rested knowing he was safe.

Today was meant to be the happiest day of my life, finding out I was carrying the love of my life baby, it was the complete opposite.

I’m Y/N and my meant to ever so loving boyfriend the love of my life is Harry Kane or so I thought.

I was sat in my bathroom our shared bathroom with a pregnancy test in one hand which said positive, so why ain’t I happy you ask? Because in the other hand was my phone which had pictures of harry from his lads night out last weekend, with his lips on another girl, on another women that’s not me. So much for all the I love yous, they were all fake.

Leaving my spot on the bathroom floor, wiping my tears I grab a couple bags and start filling them with my clothes will texting my mum telling her I’m coming to stay for a little while, she never questioned why, just told me she was at work and would finish early so we could talk

“Y/N what you doing?” I never heard harry come in from training, turning around he saw my blood shot eyes, he saw me packing my bags.

“Where you going babe?”

“Don’t babe me harry, I’m not your babe anymore, how could you?” I threw my phone at him which he caught, he looked like he seen a ghost.

“How could you, im, I’m” I couldn’t get my words out before I broke down crying, whispering the word pregnant out

“I’m so sorry Y/N”