Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 23

Iris White

"I can't tell him." She looks at me with a sort of sternness but her eyes are nothing but worry and sympathy.

"You'll have to tell him sometime, honey, Are you sure he's the father?" She moved away from the sofa to grab a cup of the tea she made whilst I was in the bath. I can't remember it all too well, all I know is one minute I was in it and another I was on the couch. It's fair to say I'm quite numb. I have no recollection of the past few hours.

I nod, finally looking up at her eyes as she hands me a mug in my shaky hands. "He's the only guy I've slept with within months, I don't get this." I constantly shake my head in hopes this would all disappear. It's frightening being in this place again. This time is different but they both felt the same.

"We've been getting along recently but- We despised each other Haley" I spit my words knowing that Harry will want nothing to do with me after this, I was sort of starting to like our friendship.

"That's how the best couples start" She chuckles trying to create some light in this situation but I just bore my eyes into her making her hands go up in surrender,

"You think you'll be okay for tonight? Is Ophelia in the city?" She gathers her coat from the arm of the sofa and comes to stand by my seat,

"No she's away with dickhead again," She puffs out the air in disbelief, she may also be like my therapist, she quite literally knows everything.

"Call me if you need me and I'll be right over... Don't do anything stupid please" I see her throat swallow, I furrow my brows and nod.

"Don't be silly," I send her a light tipped weary smile, she comes round and kisses my head. My eyes nearly well up from the touch. But the touch makes me think of Harry.

She makes her way to the door and turns around to smile at me once more before closing it on her way out.

As soon as she's gone the tears pour, I have to stick the mug on my side table due to the thought of it spilling over me in my shaky hands.

I pull my phone out of my snoodie and check the time. 2:21 am. I need to sleep but my mind is wired toward this baby and Harry. There's no one I can tell, Ophelia will break down with me and tell me not to abort it, I can't tell Dylan she's Harry's best friend, I'm alone. My family... no.

The phone vibrates in my hand.

Harry

Fuck. Why would he call at 2 am?

I let it ring, how will he know if I'm not just sleeping.

Harry
Irissss. Wske yoir ass upppp

I look at the message popping up on my Home Screen without opening the actual app, otherwise, he'll know I've already viewed it.

Harry
Csn you pick me ip???? :)))£)))

Iris????

:(((;((

I roll my eyes at his messages the reason he's awake at 2 am is that he's drunk. No shit. I have no mental capacity to deal with him right now, I've just found out I'm pregnant and the man who's supposed child it is is having the time of his fucking life.

Harry (3 Missed Calls)

For fucks sake, I thought he was annoying sober, drunk him is a fucking menace.

Harry is calling...

I suck up the tears and answer, this will be the first time I've properly spoken to someone in the past couple of hours, I hadn't even spoken other than a few words here and there to Dr Rodriguez.