Chloe's P.O.V.
I wake to their feeling like I am going to puke and I jump out of my bed and I race into the bathroom. I pull the toilet seat lid up and I start throwing up my dinner. I continue this for five minutes and when I'm finally done, I flush and clean everything. I walk back into my room to check my phone and it is only three in the morning. I don't know what's going on but I need to find out.
I slip on my slippers and I grab a jacket before heading downstairs and outside. Of course it has to be raining. I race over to my jeep and I get in. I turn the sterio on and I drive to the closest store I can. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel and I pull into the empty parking lot. I turn the car off and I race inside. I head to the hygiene section and I grab a pack of pregnancy tests. I have to be sure. I pay for them and I walk into the bathroom.
I follow the directions and I sit it on the ground so it can load. After five minutes, I look down and I loose my breath...positive. My heart sinks and I drop to the floor. Why did I have to be so ducking stupid. I pick the test up and I shove it in my purse. I walk out and I reenter my car. I sit in the parking lot for a full twenty minutes before deciding to drive over to Harry's...he has to know.
I cry the whole way there. And my heart sinks when I see his light on knowing that he is up working...Harry has been working at a publishing office. I park my car and I walk to the front door. I knock three times and I start bawling when he answers the door.
Harry: Chloe!
Harry pulls me inside and I sit on his leather couch. He stands in front of me and all I can do is cry. I reach for my purse and I pull out the test. I look at it for a moment and then I hand it to Harry. His mouth drops and he runs a hand through his long chocolate curls. He sits it down and then he picks me up. He tilts my head up so I can see him in the eye.
Harry: Chloe, I love you so much. I want you to know that I am not going to walk away from you because of this. We are in this together.
All I can do is nod my head and Harry crashes his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his necks and he pulls me closer to him. We pull away and Harry walks around in his pajama pants and no shirt. I giggle.
Harry: What!
Me: You look hit in those pants. Plus they are hanging low on your hips.
Harry: Oh really.
He cocks a brow at me before going into the kitchen and grabbing strawberry icecream and cones out of the cabinet. I race over and grab a cone. I try scooping some ice cream in it but I end up smashing the cone and end up getting mad.
Harry: Baby...you have to be gentle.
Me: Yeah that's what she said.
Harry looks at me and we both burst out laughing. We eat our cones and we decide to stay up. He sits at his desk reading chapters of books and I help him with throwing the shitty ones out. Soon, daylight comes and I know we have to tell my mom. Should we wait?
