Logan's POV
I stared at the nurse in disbelief, my knees wobbling as made my way back to my seat.
No. No. No. I wasn't pregnant. I couldn't be. I felt the warm tears roll down my cheeks, a quiet sob escaping my lips.
There was only one person I knew of whom I had had sexual interactions with in the past few months...
Harry.
I was pregnant with his child.
Adoption. Abortion. Numerous thoughts ran through my head, contemplation and the sense of being overwhelmed taking over.
"Miss, are you okay?" The doctor asked crouching next to me. I shook my head mumbling a quick no.
She let out a sigh, walking away and leaving me by myself.
How would Harry react if I told him? Would he hate me... I continue to close my eyes whispering things I couldn't even understand myself. I fished out my phone carefully, scrolling to his number.
My finger hovered over his name, my heart racing even faster.
Just one simple call I reminded myself, just tell him.
I tapped his name the ringer buzzing continuously, it paused for a moment a slight jerk in the line.
"Logan?.." His raspy voice spoke. It seeped beneath my skin, his tone velvet to my ears.
My breathing was heavy, eyes watering even more as I struggled to speak a word.
"Hello?" He asked, "You there?"
I hung up, turning my phone off and shoving it into my pocket.
I was too weak. Too weak to tell the baby's father he was to become a dad.. too weak to tell him that I loved him...
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"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...
