You can supply love in the same way you demand it. There can be too much, or not enough. Yet, when it meets in the perfect middle - the equilibrium - there's nothing more fulfilling.
Amelia Claxton is the epitome of a perfect student. Top of her cl...
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HARRY STYLES JULY 11TH, 2021
"Harry, I'm-I'm pregnant," she says, so quiet that I can barely hear her. I know she did not say what I think she just said.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" I want her to say it again to confirm I heard what I did.
"I'm pregnant. About six weeks along."
I bring my hand up to cover my mouth and hold onto my jaw, absolutely dumbfounded at what she just said. She has to be lying to me. Yet, the look on her face tells me she's not. I turn my back to her because I can't even look at her because there is an anger I haven't felt in years building inside of me.
"Is it mine?" I say with a snide tone. You never can be so sure.
She scoffs. "Is it yours? Harry, you're the only person I have had sex with in years!"
"How long have you known?" I glower. It all makes sense now. The shortness from her in our texts. The subdued tone of her voice over phone calls. The way her features held a desolate look over facetimes. I knew something was going on, but I had just assumed she was having a bad week from being sick and tutoring.
That brings me to another thought. The sickness. The "I woke up puking again" texts almost everyday. I was so worried about her. I took extra time to check in with her between scenes. I would wake up way earlier than I had to just to give her a quick call. Every single time I was worried about her being sick but this is what was going on all along.
"I found out last week," I hear her say behind me.
I laugh at how unbelievable this is. I turn back to her. "You mean to tell me you have known for a week that you are pregnant and didn't think once to tell me every time you spoke to me?"
Her eyes look up from where she has been staring at the floor. "Harry, I didn't want to worry you. You were filming and working. I wasn't going to ruin your time by bombarding you with this. I wanted to tell you in person. I didn't even want to tell you today, but I did!"
"Worry me? You were sick all week, Amelia. I was already worried about you. And what do you mean you didn't want to tell me?" I seethe.
"Harry, it was a shock. I mean I was in shock. I was scared and I needed time to process it all by myself first. I couldn't believe it myself really, not until the doctor-"
I cut her off. "Doctor? You have known long enough to go to the doctor for it! You could have fucking mentioned to me once, 'Hey Harry! I think I am pregnant, so I am going to the doctor.' That alone is enough information to tell me."
I shake my head. All my anger pours out at her without a second thought. "I cannot fucking believe this. Was this your plan all along? Carry me back home that night, have sex with me when I was drunk and know I might be careless? Have the past few weeks just been a ruse to you? A way to trap me?" I spit the questions out of her.
