" I'm pregnant" the words slip past my teeth before I could even think.
" Why?"
" Um, what do you mean why?" I'm puzzled.
" Naara, we used protection. I don't want a baby." He fists his hair, eyes wide.
" Harry, I know we did. But that doesn't always work. And we can't help it."
" Can't you get an abortion?"
Baffled by his sudden question, I throw the pillow next to me at his face, storming out of the room.
" What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you want to kill a child? I'm keeping the baby weather you want it or not. But don't come to me when you're lonely." Tears fall down, hitting my chest as I slam the front door behind me.
I run down the concrete steps, throwing myself into the car, before pulling out of the driveway of mine and Harry's apartment. Well... I have a feeling it's just his now.
I scream loudly to myself, banging on the steering wheel.
" Why?! Why can't he just understand me for one fucking second?!" I grip the wheel tightly, shaking myself back and forth angrily.
I've wanted nothing but the best for Harry. I really wanted us to work. How stupid am I to actually think this would have worked? I knew he didn't want a baby. My fucking subconscious just really got to me, making me thing he would actually rationalize.
Without thinking, I press down harder on the gas pedal, increasing my speed to 70 mph. I can't help it. I need to get as far away as possible.
Before I could blink, my car slides out of control, spinning in several circles.
I'm unable to connect with my voice as the force of the car stuns me, slamming into a thick tree, before darkness consumes me.
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Beep..
Beep..
Beep..
My eyes flutter open at the constant repetition of beeping beside me. What's going on?
My heart race increases as i look around me. Blue and white tile spreads the walls, a bright florescent light shining holes into my eyes.
The hospital? How? What? What happened?
I sharply sit up, twisting my head back and forth to try to gain some memory as to why I'm here. A gasp is heard from beside me, pulling me from my frantic state.
" Naara?" My eyes meet with a pair of deep green ones, stealing all the breath from my lungs. Could it really be Harry? It couldn't be.
His hair isn't as light as it was before. It's darker. Purple bags sit under his red, bloodshot eyes. Not only is his hair darker, it's longer. What used to be below his ears is now down sitting right above his shoulders. Light stubble spreads across his face, making him look totally different.
The only thing that hasn't changed is his eyes.
If it wasn't for his green, captivating eyes, I wouldn't have recognized him.
" H-Harry, what are you doing here? What am I doing here?" Panic rises throughout my entire body.
" You've been in a bad accident. You've been in a coma for three years." Tears brim his wide eyes, and it crushes my heart. How could I forget? The accident that occurred right after Harry and I fought. After we fought about me being pregn-
