Alone

Chapter 7

1 week later

Kate's POV

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I sat in my pajamas, curled up in bed with the phone to my ear. I hadn't been in the mood to talk to anyone since I told Harry. Allie had been calling me all week, and had I ignored all of her calls. I can't help it. I have pushed so many people away in my life, but Allie was my best friend. I felt bad.

She picked up.

"Hello?"

"Allie, its me."

"Oh."

"Please don't be mad. I'm really sorry I didn't call you. I just needed some time alone."

She sighed into the phone. "I understand."

"Um..." I pulled my knees up to my chest, rubbing my forehead. "I told Harry."

"Harry?"

I hit the back of my head against the wall, cursing to myself. I hadn't even told her about Harry.

"I'm sorry...I...I forgot to tell you...I found the dad. His name is Harry...I told him I'm pregnant."

She stayed silent for a moment. "How did he take it?"

"Actually...really well. He was really supportive."

"Wait, so you're keeping it?"

"No! I mean, I haven't decided on anything... yet."

"I see. Well when are you going to decide? You kind of need to make a decision Kate! You can't keep putting it off!"

"I'm trying Allie! It's kind of a difficult choice!" Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Okay. You're right, I'm sorry. Look, I gotta go. But keep me updated, alright?"

"I will."

She hung up. I tossed my phone across the bed, banging the back of my head on the wall again. I fiercely bit my bottom lip, fisting handfuls of my hair and pulling. Hot, sticky tears slid down my cheeks, landing in my lap. I cant do this on my own.

I sat curled up in bed, wiping my puffy eyes and sobbing.

I need to talk to him.

I jumped out of bed, grabbing my purse and calling a cab.

...

I sat on his cold porch in my pajamas, breathing in the night air and looking at the stars.

I wiped my face with my arm, rubbing off the itchy, dry tears.

The door opened. I didn't bother to turn around. Closing my eyes, I sniffed, taking several deep breaths.

"Kate?"a quiet voice asked.

My swollen eyes fluttered open, taking in Harry's appearance. He stood in front of me in a white t-shirt and baggy, grey sweatpants. He held a tied up trash bag in his hand, a confused look on his face.

"I'm sorry." I breathed, shutting my eyes again tightly, squeezing tears out from the corners of my eyes.

The white trash bag slipped from his hand as he slowly walked over, sitting next to me on the cold, concrete porch.

His muscular arm slid around my shoulders, and I leaned into his side.

"I don't know what to do." I whispered sadly.

Harry stayed silent for a few moments before speaking softly.

"Kate...I've been thinking. And I don't want you to feel like you have to....but have you thought about adoption?"