February 1, 2016
Waking up all alone, Harry was no where around me. Possibly a few hours away, but nothing too extreme. He was visiting with his family in Cheshire for his birthday, hanging out with old friends, maybe the boys even. Earlier, I saw he sent me a lovely morning text and I cried. What I want to know is-Why the fuck did you cry?
Exactly. Why did I cry? All he said was "good morning baby, have a great day, call me if you need anything, love you" and I fucking bawled. I fell back asleep, almost waking up past noon. Pulling back the covers, I stood up, then practically fell to the floor with a light head. Rushing out of the room, I hopped down the staircase.
The marble staircase lined up with my cold feet, making them feel hot to the touch. Black and white dots lined around the sparkles of the mixed-in quartz. The rail was a dark beige, matching the curved walls around me. The wood floor slid under my feet gently. Feeling the arched door-less doorway to the kitchen, I felt at home, even being alone.
The kitchen was cold, island in the center with a fruit bowl of bananas, worn purple grapes, and bruised green pears. Seeing the bright, blooming flowers across from the sink window outside the house. I giggle, remembering when Harry hand-picked the fresh azalea's and put them in my hair, making me elegant for the day.
Opening the fridge, I was surged with an overwhelming amount of regret. Gagging, I shut the fridge door and ran to the bathroom. Sitting next to the toilet on the tiled floor, I cried once more. What the fuck is wrong with you, today? I really don't know. Tears cried down my cheeks and I fell over on my side. Holding my stomach, I gagged once more.
Oh no, FUCK!
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Signing myself in, the office looked quiet and dainty. It smelled of rubbing alcohol, freshly opened syringes, and latex gloves. A lady of sixty-something handed me a clipboard, with a warm, just-printed paper application. Her name tag said "Ranelle", in a green painted plastic. Her hands were old and fragile, wrinkled with her old age and knowledge or wisdom.
Writing my name, phone number, address, date of birth, signature, date, I finally looked down to the bottom. No. Just, FUCK! Writing his name, date of birth, relation to me, address, and phone number, I hoped I wouldn't regret it. Returning to Ranelle with my clipboard and smiled.
"Go one in, you're the only on here."
She whispered quietly into my ear. I struttling walked into the doctor's office, whisping open the door, revealing the man in front of me. Thick, heavy, broad shoulders, tattooes on his covered arms, and short hair cut like Liam's. He waved slowly as I approached him. Taking a seat in the chair across from his desk, his voice was unexpectedly pretty.
"What are you here for today, Miss Hensley?"
"Umm, I think I might be pregnant. Do you hav-"
"Of course, let me just get you a cup and you'll be on your way."
Walking out of the room, I looked around his office. Posters talking about pregnancy, abortion, and STD's lined up one after the other on the wall. The clock ticked and tocked against the wall of posters, as if it were almost saying your fat. I texted Harry casually, assuming he wasn't asleep.
A- Hi baby.
H-Hey baby
A- I is bored
H- I'll be home in a few days baby, dont worry
A- I know I miss you
H- ha. I love you baby girl
A- I love you too
H- I gotta go, baby, mums taking me to lunch
A- oh. Love you!!!
H- I love you too. :)
Ugh, so bored!!! Being startled by the door swinging open, the doctor strolled in, without a single care in the world. Handing the single, plastic cup to me, I blushed awkwardly, staring at his arms. Holy fuck they looked nice. Shaking my head, I thought about Harry's dick. It was the only way to distract myself from other men. Harry told me that he thought about me naked when he saw other attractive women so why can't I do the same?
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Rinsing my hair, I hear my phone ringing in the bedroom. Damn it, I have fucking soap in my hair, I'll let the phone ring through. They'll probably just call tomorrow, I hope. Hopping into bed, I remember my slight embarrasment from peeing in the cup. Never again.
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Hearing clinky noises down in the kitchen, I dragged myself out of the warm bed. Noticing no one, no more sounds emit from the kitchen. Setting the kettle on to boil, the TV lit up with light. I yelped, frightened, who the hell's in my house? Seeing movement, it stopped, then slunk back down into the couch.
Checking the living room, Harry layed his back into the couch. What is he doing back so early? Slinking my arms around his neck, I kissed his cheek and snuggled my nose into his side. Acting distant, Harry just stared into the Tv screen.
"Harry?"
Silence, I could hear the kettle simmering lowly.
"Baby?"
Silence, Harry just stared at the screen of pixels.
"Harry what's wrong?"
I become worried. Scared and tinsy bit angry, maybe angrier then I should've been.
"Harry?!"
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
What is he talking about?
"What are you talking about!?"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE PREGNANT?!"
He screamed loudly. The kettle whistled blew loudly across the first floor. Raging anger yelling across the both of us at once. The scene was brutal, frightening to probably most. The kettle blew louder and louder, Harry's screaming pounding in my ears all at once.
"WELL AM I?!"
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So yaaaas! update laterz obvi. I think I'll stop Polyvores. I is bad at it. Miss you, love.
-betsyD44
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