Sweetened || HS AU (COMPLETED)

• fifty-one •

| Jailen |

One month later

"It's just food poisoning, I'm fine," I huffed after brushing my teeth.

"From what?" Harry questioned me, not convinced at all.

"From the office, dude. They catered food the other day and it just isn't sitting right with me, that's all." I walked past him and out into my bedroom to finish getting ready for work, but when stars peaked in the corners of my eyes, I paused. That's weird.

"I'm just saying, Jailen," Harry spoke up, but something was off about his voice, "I just think you should-"

"Should what, Harry?" I huffed again, my breathing becoming a little shallow. I was moving too much. I sat down on the bed and blinked, inhaling deeply.

Harry took a step closer to the bed, a concerned look on his face as he stared at me, "Should take a test, just to be on the safe side."

"I'm not pregnant!" I snapped, my vision going black for a brief second as my stomach rumbled. My ears were starting to ring and I couldn't help myself as I gagged.

Harry lurched forward but I held my hand up to stop him from coming closer. Harry has been on about this for the past month and it was starting to become overwhelming. It's gotten to the point where it's all he seems to talk about, leading to me trying to keep as busy as possible simply to avoid talking about it.

My head was starting to hurt. I leaned forward, preparing to run into the bathroom as my mouth watered.

"Just fucking take one! Why are you being so stubborn about this?" Harry continued, frowning as I shook my head.

"I don't have time for this right now, Harry. I'm gonna be late," I cleared my throat, preparing to stand up. But when I did, everything happened in slow motion.

I felt as if all the air had been sucked from my lungs. I made eye contact with Harry as he ran to me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I could hear Harry yell my name, but it didn't register. It couldn't register as my body hit the floor and everything went black.

–

God, I hated hospitals.

I've been hearing the same beeping in my dreams for a while now but couldn't quite figure out where it was coming from until I opened my eyes and was immediately greeted by a bright light.

I screwed them shut, frowning when the sterile smell filled my nostrils and the feeling of something in my arm made it hard to move. I groaned, squinted my eyes open, and scanned the room until they landed on Harry.

He was sitting next to the hospital bed, his hands folded on his stomach as he stared at me. His eyebrows were pulled together tightly, his lips etched into a frown that made it clear I was in for an ear full.

I beat him to it though, "Please, between you and the beeping of this fucking machine, I can't take both."

Of course, Harry had an answer for everything. He stood up from the chair quickly, its legs scraping against the floor, and he stormed around the bed to the other side. With his eyes trained on me, he reached down and snatched the cord from the wall.

The beeping stopped and I stared at him, "What if I was on life support-"

"Shut the fuck up, Jailen!" He snapped, "Do you realize why you're here?"

I inhaled sharply but he answered for me when I didn't answer quickly enough.

"Because you don't fucking listen. I've been begging you to take a day off of work. I've been begging you to slow the fuck down. You. Don't. Listen!"