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Silence. Eloise was sat on the counter, letting her legs dangle over the edge as she clutched the plastic stick, waiting for it to work it's magic. He sat with his back against the bathroom wall, one arm crossed over his chest and one hand resting on his chin as he furrowed his brow in concentration.

"What are you thinking about, Haz?" She whispered, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"I've just been thinking, of course I do want a kid with you, El, of course I do. But, I've got a successful job and I'm only 18. We should've been more careful." Harry replied quietly.

"I know, and I'm sorry." She replied quietly.

She glanced at the clock on the other side of the bathroom. It was time to check the test. Harry caught on when he saw her staring at the clock, so he walked over and leaned on the counter next to her.

Eloise took a deep breath and uncovered the test. It was faint but it was there, two lines. "There's two lines." She whispered.

"And? And what does that mean?" Harry asked desperately, oblivious to the whole situation.

"I'm pregnant. Harry, I'm pregnant." She whispered, covering her smile with her hand, trying to calm down the extreme urge to cry. Harry gasped and then grinned, wide.

"You're pregnant! I'm going to be a dad!" He exclaimed happily, lifting Eloise off the counter and hugging her close to his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they both laughed at the whole situation, not having a clue what to do.

"I love you, Eloise." Harry whispered in her ear.

"I love you too, Harry." She whispered back. Eloise was over the moon. She was pregnant with the boy she loved's baby and nothing could bring her mood down.

"Wait, Harry, what about everything you just said. About being 18 and having a successful job and all that?" She worried, pulling back from the hug to look into his eyes.

"El, we've been together for a year now. If I didn't want the risk of this happening, I wouldn't have done what we did. I love you and I love our little baby in there." Harry cooed, placing his hand on her stomach.

"I'm scared, Harry." Eloise whispered, letting tears blur her vision.

"Hey, no, don't cry. You want this too, right?" He questioned, making sure this wasn't one-sided.

"Of course I do, but I'm only 17. If you're away on tour all the time then I have to pay for myself and I don't even have a job, never mind a house or anything." She panicked, thinking about everything that could go wrong.

"You'll just have to stay with me then, won't you? While I'm not on tour, you can stay here. When I'm on tour, you can come with me. You're pregnant, they can't really say no." He replied cheekily.

"First of all, this is your mother's house, it's up to her whether I stay or not. Secondly, you do as your boss tells you to, mister." She answered maternly.

"Ugh, you're her mother, not mine." Harry whined, pointing to my stomach again.

"What makes you think it's a girl? What if I think it's a boy?" Eloise snapped back jokingly.

"Well, you'd be wrong, it's a girl, I'm telling you."

"I'm rooting for it to be a boy now you've said that." She answered snarkily.

"Hormones." Harry jested, rolling his eyes playfully. Eloise smacked his shoulder and jumped down from his arms. "Ow, what did you do that for?!" He exclaimed, holding his shoulder dramatically.

"I'm not that pregnant, dickhead." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Mhm, sure. Now, how about I buy you ice cream?" He offered, she was pretty sure he saw the sparkle in her eyes after that offer.

"Wait, how about you go and get me ice cream and then come back and we can watch a film?" She replied innocently, blinking up at him childishly.

"You are still a child, nothing can change my mind. Chocolate, right?" He checked, taking Eloise back across the hall and tucking her into his bed.

"Obviously, and be quick so we can cuddle." She replied.

"I will, baby. Be back soon." He kissed her head and soon he was gone, leaving eloise alone with herself. Never a good idea.

Being 17 and pregnant scared the hell out of her. She was too young. She was poor. She didn't have a job. She didn't have a house. Her parents were strict. She can't take advantage of Harry or Anne. That's not fair. Being honest, Eloise was terrified of becoming a mum.

She wasn't mother material at all and she was scared.