Logan's POV
-3dayslater-
"Logan..?" Harry knocked on the bathroom door, the bruises on his still beautiful face beginning to fade.
My head shot up, eyes darting towards him through the mirror.
"Hmm?" I hummed lightly, the sick feeling running throughout my body.
"You okay..?" He mumbled, leaning against the frame of the door.
I nodded my head, swallowing the knot forming in my throat.
"Yeah..yeah.." I lied, pulling a small smile.
"Umm.. Dinners ready.. I'll meet you down stairs in a few?" He asked.
I nodded my head, watching him walk away and out of the room.
As soon as I heard the door close, I shut the washroom door, leaning against it as I exhaled a deep breath.
My body was numb, head pounding as the nauseating feeling began to return.
I knew something was wrong, I could just feel it at the pit of my stomach.
I pulled out the small bag from under sink, rummaging through it as I found the small box I had for emergencies.
My eyes immediately spotted the white stick, the stick that could easily determine my future.
I was in the loo for minutes, pacing around in circles as I awaited the response for the test.
'Please. Please be negative..' I thought, my hands quivering as I picked up the pregnancy test.
My lip quivered madly, my mind going blank as I stared at the small sign on the stick.
I couldn't think nor speak, my breathing filling the empty room.
"No..no..no..no." I whispered out loud.
The test fell from my fingers and onto the floor, the clattering sound making me flinch.
Shoving my face into my palms, I began to sob.
It was positive.
I walked down the steps slowly, my heart swollen with grief.
I met Harry in the kitchen, his back turned to me as he began to plate our food.
I cleared my throat, causing him to turn.
The smile on his face disappeared, a concerned and worried expression taking its place.
"What's wrong..?" He asked me, putting down the pan and approaching me.
His finger grazed the side of my cheek, green eyes piercing directly into mine.
I couldn't find the courage to tell him, my breath shaky as I began to contemplate wether to lie or not.
"Logan.." He pushed, his voice becoming more serious.
"I.." I croaked, my voice just a wisp of air.
"Did I do something?" Concern was the tone on his voice, his features narrowing as his hands slipped down to mine.
"It..it's nothing.. Do you have an aspirin? I'm having a horrible headache." I lied.
"Oh. Yeah. I do. Just go and take a seat, I'll bring the food to the table."
I nodded, taking a seat on the chair and staring at the wall.
"I still haven't apologized." I called, looking over at Harry who now had the plates of pasta in his hands.
"For what?" He chuckled.
Taking a seat across from me.
"What Louis did. It was all my fault." I muttered, picking up the fork and swirling the pasta around on the plate.
Then it hit me.
Louis.
The night I slept with Harry... It was the day Louis and I made love in the park.. It was our anniversary when he left me..
A knot formed in my throat as I began to over think, pushing back all the tears threatening to fall out.
All my worries were placed into a simple question.
Who's baby was it..? Harry's or Lou's...?
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