"Come in" I softly said to Harry, forcing a smile on my lips. Timidly, Harry stepped inside, hanging his coat up before turning around to look at me nervously
"So, what did you want to talk about?" he huskily asked, coughing right after
"Why don't we uhm- go sit?" I offered, awkwardly gesturing towards the living room. Harry only nodded and we both silently headed towards the couch. We sat quietly for a while, Harry looking at me expectantly until I took a deep breath to calm myself
"I- I don't really know how-" I stammered, nervously rubbing my clammy hands on my pants
"It's okay. Just tell me" Harry said reassuringly, softly caressing my knee before retracting his hand again, though his calming gesture did not help me at all
"I- promise me you won't get mad" I requested, looking into his eyes
"Mad? Why would I-" he asked confused, but once he met my gaze he agreed "I promise"
"I- uhm- I really don't know how to say this" I chuckled humourlessly "There's no good way to put this, so I guess I'll just have to put it out there... Harry, I- I'm pregnant"
Relief seemed to take over Harry's features for a minute; that's probably until his mind caught up with what I had actually said and realised we had always used a condσm
"YOU'RE WHAT?!" he flew off the couch, his eyes spitting fire at me "YOU CHEATED ON ME?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!"
"Harry, please-" I begged, but my voice came out a whisper
"PLEASE WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME, BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG!"
"Harry, you promised" I whispered, the tears building up in my eyes
"I PROMISED BEFORE I FUCΚING KNEW YOU CHEATED ON ME! WHOSE IS IT?! WAS HE A GOOD FUCΚ AT LEAST?! WHOSE IS IT, TELL ME, I'M CURIOUS!"
"IT'S YOURS, HARRY!" I snapped, tears spilling all over my cheeks "I love you, I wouldn't cheat on you!"
"Yeah?" Harry sneered "So, if you didn't cheat on me, will you tell me how that can be mine considering we always use a condσm?!"
"Shιt happens, Harry! Condσms break! They're just a fυcking piece of rubber!" I cried and hiccuped, trying to catch my breath. Guilt took over Harry's face as he observed me bawling my eyes out. Slowly, he sat back down, careful to leave a good amount of space between us
"Shιt, I'm sorry" he said softly in between my hiccuping
"How could you talk like that about your child?" I sob, falling into his embrace
"I'm so sorry" Harry whispered, kissing the top of my head as he rubbed soothing patterns on my back "I didn't think it-"
"It's okay" I gasped, filling my lungs with air "I understand. I figured you would think that"
"I feel so stupid" Harry laughed humourlessly, gently tilting my head up so he could kiss every inch of my face, making me giggle. After he peppered my face with pecks, we let each other go and sat up straight
"So... How long are you?" Harry asked, looking down at my belly
"Almost 2 weeks" I smiled, looking at my stomach as well
"Are you- are you keeping it?"
I lifted my head up to meet his gaze, the smile on my face fading
"Do you want me to keep it?" I questioned softly, making Harry seemingly uncomfortable
"I want whatever you want" he forced a smile, making me chuckle
"Harry, I'm asking for your opinion. I won't get mad. Just tell me what you want" I pressed
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Last First Kiss
FanfictionWhen we slap someone, we do it out of anger. Anger means arguing. When a girl slaps a boy, they're in a fight. After a fight -a serious one- , you often break contact with that person. Makes sense, doesn't it? But when Melina slaps Harry, it's a com...
