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Chapter thirteen

Chapter thirteen

"What." I stuttered. Thoughts raced through my mind however it wouldn't transfer to my lips and form into words. Becca looked up trying to stop the tears.

"I'm pregnant." She cried.

"I gathered." I said not knowing what to do. The whole situation caught me by surprise.

She invited me inside and we sat in her lounge. After a few minutes of awkward silence I decided to break the tension.

"So... how did this even happen?" I asked considering she was a virgin last time I checked and doesn't have a boyfriend.

"Please let me tell the whole story before you yell." She chocked and I nodded. "I was jealous. You were more popular than me especially since you had Niall and I wanted to ruin it. So I slept with him. I know it's no excuse but I just wanted to ruin your relationship however later I wanted to hurt you. I blamed you because I lost something so import to me for revenge and I knew Harry would be there for you which is why I wanted you to destroy your relationship so you wouldn't have Niall or Harry. I'm so sorry, Scar." She whimpered stroking her tummy.

Tears ran down my face but words wouldn't come out. I had no idea how someone could do that to someone, nevertheless one of their best friends. She attempted to hug me however I stood up; I wasn't ready to forgive her.

"I need to go." I wiped my eyes with my sleeve before rushing out of the house and into my car.

I drove into an empty petrol station and just cried. There was the odd person who walked past and looked at me as if I had lost my mind, I didn't blame them though. My mind raced through everything I did this year from Drew cheating on me, to me being in love with Niall to be loving, well, Harry. I was madly in love with him and it took me so long to realise.

Looking to my side my phone was spammed with messages from Niall.

NIALL: BABE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT.
NIALL: I LOVE YOU AND I AM SO SORRY PLEASE CALL ME.

There was about twelve more along the same line however I dialled his number and as soon as it picked up I didn't waste time.

"How could you do this to me? No, shut the fuck up. Don't contact me again." I hung up and texted Harry.

SCARLETT: MISSED YOU TONIGHT.

I looked over it and then deleted it.

SCARLETT: I'VE BEEN MISSED YOU THIS PAST MONTH...

Sent.

I rang Jenny and filled her in on everything that happened that night and she offered if I wanted to go to her house but I knew where I wanted to be but I had no idea if he would want me there.

Once I arrived at Harry's road I sat in the car for half an hour contemplating on whether or not to go in.

HARRY: ME TOO...

Smiling at my phone I drove onto his driveway and then rang his door bell. I practically prayed that Harry would open the door. But what if his parents opened the door? This isn't how I wanted to meet them.

"Scarlett?" Harry widened his eyes as soon as he saw the state of me. My hair was all pulled out of its plait due to me yanking on it from stress and my make-up everywhere.

"Harry." I cried embracing him. We hugged for a few minutes before I pulled back, "can I come in?"

"Yeah of course." He smiled leading me up to his bedroom.

The room was small and boxy. He had an unmade double bed pushed into a corner and a fitted wardrobe with an old wooden desk piled in books. His walls were covered in messy posters for bands like green day and blink 182.

Harry and I both sat on his bed and asked what was wrong; so explained everything, obviously not mentioning that I may have strong feelings for him. When I told him about how Niall cheated on me his eyes turned a shade darker likewise when I told him how we were planning on sleeping together until I found out about Becca.

"He was planning on just never telling you?" he stood up pacing around.

"I guess so." I shrugged a few tears still leaving my eyes. "Can we please change subject?"

"Sure." He sat back down next to me. "So how was prom?" he laughed softly.

"It was really pretty." I sighed. "I wish you were there."

He sat back on the bed leaning his bad on the headboard and motioned me to my surprise to come cuddle. Slowly I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

I was awoken to see Harry fast asleep next to me with his arms around my waist. Smiling I began to trace over his tattoos on his arms, he had two sleeves with countless tattoos.

"That tickles." He said in a raspy, morning voice.

I stood up looking at myself in his mirror by the door. Sighing at my appearance I pulled my hair into a ponytail and tried to wipe away the mascara and eyeliner that had smudged.

"I'm should go." I said as he groaned trying to get me to come cuddle again.

"No!" he refused nuzzling his head into my neck, his curly hair tickling my neck.

"I need to get changed." I laughed pointing out that I was still in my prom dress.

"Here put on my shirt." He opened his draw and handed me a plain black tee which reached my thighs.

"And a makeup wipe?" I asked hopefully; I hated makeup on my skin, obviously I loved how it looked which was why I had it on in the first place but it was uncomfortable.

"Sure they're some in the bathroom, first draw. They're my sister's." He laughed. I nodded and walked towards the bathroom which was right next his room. I closed the door and got changed into his shirt then took of my makeup.

"Harry! Get your ass out the bathroom!" A female voice, who I assumed was his sister.

"Sorry." I said opening the door and holding my dress.

"Oh." She seemed surprised to see me, "you must be one of Harry's friends." She scoffed.

"Yeah." I smile and then realised what she meant by 'friends'. "No! I'm literally his friend." I laughed but couldn't help but wonder if we were more than friends and how many girls he'd invited to spend the night.

The bedroom door opened and a half asleep Harry smiles at us both.

"This is my sister Gemma. Gemma, this is my." He took a second to think about what we were. "My Scarlett?"

"Nice to meet you, Scarlett." She said walking back into her bedroom.

"Come on, what you want for breakfast?" we went downstairs into his kitchen and we ended up eating a chocolate chip cookies with milk.

"I haven't had this since I was a kid." I admitted laughing. "Are we friends?"

He took a deep breathe. "If it were up to me I would want to be more, but I mean you just got out of a relationship."

"Because I'd want to do it right." He gave me a questioning look so I explained what I meant. "I mean with Niall we just rushed into things and I really like you, Harry. I want to do it right and take it slow."

Agreeing with the point I had made he kissed my cheek. "Want me to drive you home and we could go on a date?" he smirked.

"I would love to."

AUTHORS NOTE
SO YEAH SLIGHTLY OVER DRAMATIC BUT AW HARLETT ABOUT TIME TBH WOW