Pregnancy Tests

Thirty

**Caroline's POV**

"Ha-Harry-"

"Caroline Jean Smith," he seemed unfazed by all the eyes in the restaurant being on us. "I know what we have is complicated and kind of messed up, but to me it couldn't be better. I've known that you were the one for me since 8th grade when we had detention for Mr. Fischer the same week." I laughed at the memory.

I noticed him getting slightly nervous. He took a small black box out of his pocket.

"Caroline, I've known for a long time that I want to grow old with you. I just never thought there'd be a chance at it happening." He opened the box. "Will you marry me?"

I blinked back some tears. "Yes. Yes, nothing would make me happier." He shot up and kissed me. Just like in a movie, the people in the restaurant clapped. He took the engagement ring out and put it in my finger.

"I love you." he said quietly.

"I-" before I could say it back, someone came and turned Harry by the shoulder and punched him in the face. It took Harry a second to regain his balance before he lunged at the man. When he hit the ground, he made eye contact with me. Brandon.

He shoved Harry off of him and stood back up. He threw another punch, this time making contact with Harry's jaw. Harry punched him back, hitting Brandon in the eye, followed by a hard shove, sending him into a table which then snapped in half. I didn't know what to do. It looked like they were going to kill each other.

"Guys, stop!" I yelled. Neither of them payed any attention to me. Brandon rammed Harry sending them both through the window. The crowd in the restaurant followed to outside. How are they just watching? I walked over to them and grabbed Harry's arm and told him to stop before he could punch Brandon again. He shrugged me off and punched him anyway. A few seconds later police officers were pulling Harry and Brandon away from each other.

One came over and asked exactly what happened and if I was ok.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You looked-" the officer pressed on.

"I'm fine. They didn't hit me." I think this time he got the hint that I'm annoyed because he thanked me and left. I noticed Harry being handcuffed and led to a car.

"What the hell is this all about? He attacked me! I just defended myself!" Harry was yelling. Brandon was already in a car. He was glaring at Harry through the window while his two officers talked.

Harry got in the car and for the first time since this whole thing started, he looked at me. His eyes softened. I didn't move, nor did I say anything. I simply watched as Harry tried to say something to me. Something I couldn't hear, not that I really wanted to anyway. I watched him duck into the car. I watched the door close. The whole time not breaking eye contact.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed. I turned my head. I didn't want to respond.

A minute later, the car pulled out of the lot.

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