Since, I'm really not doing anything..I'm making a second part. Getting comments!! Thank you!! It really means alot!! :)
You walked down the hall. When you reached the top of the stairs, you looked back. Harry was staring right at you. While Emma smirked. This wasn't funny, what the hell are you smirking at?
Obviously you.
"Y/N.." Harry said, making his way towards you. You shook your head at him, "No. Stay away from me." You said before taking your steps down. Your bare feet touching the wooden floor. You picked up your maxi dress. Your hair was in a fishtail braid to the side. It was only you, Harry and Emma. In your house. Well, your shared house.
You knew that you would regret living with Harry. Regret, regret, regret. It never stops spinning around your head. Ever since your relationship with Harry ended. He bringed Emma with him, in just 3 days after your brokeup. That really hurted, seeing him giving you smirks.
The guest room was right next to yours. You moved your things to a different room. Just last week, you couldn't sleep. Not just because of your tears falling down, but because of the pounding on the walls, the screams.
When you heard the noises from next door, the tears fell harder. Was he trying to make her pregnant? You and Harry had your moments too.
You walked out to the backyard. The sky was perfect. It was the perfect shade of dark blue, with stars shining through the dark sheet of blue.
You heard footsteps behind you. You looked down at your stomach. Can't wait.
"Y/N.." Harry whispered. You looked down at your feet. Then looked straight ahead. "Y/N.." Harry repeated. "What?" You said through gritted teeth.
"I'm really sorry.." He apologized. You heard a bit meaning in his voice. "Do you really mean it? Or are you just saying that for my forgiveness?" You asked, cupping your stomach a bit.
"I really do. I know you heard it from me many times..but I do mean it everytime." He 'confessed'.
"Then stop saying it. Yes, I have heard it many times..But you have to stop saying that.." You almost choked on your words. "You can stop when you don't mean it, like right now. Harry, I know in weeks, we'll be in the same position we are now." You continued.
"Then I'll stop."
"That's a lie." You rolled your eyes.
"You know I didn't mean to hurt you right?" He tried to change the subject.
"Why are you telling me this? I know. You hurt us." Your eyes grew wide. Your words came out, you didn't know how to cover up your sentence.
You felt a pair of arms around your waist. "Us? Who's us?" For your response, you looked down at your stomach. "You're not.." "Pregnant are you?" His eyes get getting teary. You only nodded.
"Y/N..." His voice cracked. "What?" "Is that baby mines?" "No, its Justin Bieber's." You joked. A smiled was shortly on Harry's face. "Y/N I'm serious.." His smile faded.
"Yes, I'm serious." You went back to reality. The moments that you remembered, all those tormented moments, you were pregnant--while you were pregnant.
"Since when?"
"Like, 2 weeks.." You shrugged one shoulder.
"You have no idea how many times I cried myself to sleep, for the hurtful things you said. For the regretful things I made. When I was told I was pregnant." Hot tears rolled down. "No idea.." You repeated.
You dropped your head. "I-I'm-I'm so-sorry.." Harry pulled you into a tight hug. "I was even thinking about going back to America..Just to get away from you..I had many fears. How was I suppose to tell my mom?" Your confessions spilled out.
"Harry, you made me suffer..a lot.." You sighed, looking up, only to see his curls. "Y/N..I'm truly sorry. If I could go back in time, I swear I would change everything." He held your hand and lifted it up to his chest.
"I know you would.." You sniffed. You blinked a few times. "I'm going inside, I'm cold." You released your own hand from his hand and walked in.
"Who know's?" He asked you.
You grabbed a bottle of water and asked, "About what?" You felt dry tear stains on your cheeks. "About your pregnancy?" "Only my sister.." "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Harry, everytime you saw me you call me names.." You answered. Feeling an argument coming one. "I'm sorry.." He apologized once again.
"For the record..I really didn't mean to hurt you."
"Then why'd you do it?"
"I knew you wouldn't want me back. Just by the thought of it, made me mad, because. I really missed you and you're a tough cookie to break." He smiled. Making you laugh.
"Thanks..?" You smiled. "Now.." "Now..?" You repeated, with an addition of confusion. "Let me talk to mahhh babeyyy.." Harry baby-talked. Which you thought was retarded, but didn't care.
You really didn't feel like a 'teen mom' because you were engaged, which you also regretted that.
(Just didn't mention it;))
For the next few months, you had to keep convincing Harry to wait for the response of our baby's gender. Harry couldn't stop driving to baby boutiques. You stopped him right in time. You told him to not waste his money. Just to make you happy, he listened.
