Harry's POV
Something was off about Logan, she seemed.. Depressed. Over the past few days, she had been keeping to herself, even at work she wouldn't budge.
Her eyes were always straight ahead, never glancing at me when I made a comment, a joke.
Just by the way she moved, you could tell she was in pain. She would occasionally grab at her back and stomach. Grimacing and holding back tears.
She caught me staring, immediately returning to her neutral position.
"You okay..?" I mouthed, my brows furrowing in concern.
She nodded her head quickly, eyes meeting the floor.
I knew something was wrong.. And I needed to know.
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I rushed up the steps of my flat, running into the restroom and locking the door behind me. I examined the large washroom, looking underneath the sinks and bags.
I felt horrible for doing this, but I was honestly concerned for Logan.
"Where the hell..?" I mumbled to myself, standing on the toilet and looking up on the shelves.
She was in here for a long time a few days ago, my curiosity growing even more.
I hopped off the loo, knocking over the small trash bin in the process.
"Disgusting." I muttered, grabbing a napkin and shoving everything back inside.
Something had caught my attention though, a small stick that was failed at being concealed.
I carefully fished it out of the bin, holding it to eye level and examining the object.
It was a pregnancy test... And it was.. Positive..?
I dropped it back into the trash, propping it next to the toilet like it was before.
Washing my hands, I couldn't help but over think the possibility of Logan being pregnant.
I paced around in circles, running my fingers through my curls and letting out a deep breath.
I opened the restroom door, peeking out into the main bedroom.
I found Logan sitting on my bed, knees to her chest as she stared at the duvet.
"Hey." I smiled, taking a seat next to her.
"Hi." She whispered.
I bit my lip, looking at her lovingly.
She looked so perfect and fragile at the moment, vulnerable to say the most.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, neither of us moving or making a noise.
"How are you feeling?" I finally asked, breaking the long silence.
"I'm good... And you?"
"When were you planning to tell me?" I asked straightforward, ignoring her question and staring at her intently.
She turned her head towards me, a confused look plastered on to her features.
"What are you talk-" I cut her off, my voice soft yet still maintaining its firm attitude.
"When were you going to tell me you were pregnant?"
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfikce"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
