Oh my gosh! The pregnancy test can't be right. It 's telling me that I am pregnant with Harry's child. What if? What if Harry wouldn't love me anymore? I decide that I'd tell him tonight on our date. My phone buzzes from its spot on the bathroom counter. A text from Harry.
From Hazza :):
Hey Gorgeous. I'll pick you up at 7. That OK?
To Hazza:
Yeah, I'll be ready. I have something to tell you anyways.
From Hazza :):
Really? What is it?
To Hazza:
You'll have to wait to find out.
From Hazza :):
I'm pouting.
I giggle at Harry's adorableness. Quickly I shower and pull my long brown hair back into a ponytail for the time being. Then, I walk over to my closet in my underwear. What to wear? Hmm. I finally decide on a a black shift dress and a navy blue cardigan. I dress, then let my hair down so that it falls down my back. I select a pair of navy blue flats and sit down to do my make-up.
I put on a bit of gold eye shadow and some soft pink lipstick with some mascara. My phone buzzes and I open the text from Harry. It turns out to be from Niall.
From Niall:
Hey. I'm out front. Harry told me to drive you.
To Niall:
Alright. I'll be out in a minute.
I leave my flat and walk over to the Range Rover. Niall smiles when I get in and said, "Harry wants me to have you put this on." He pull out a black silk blindfold and gently ties it on.
After several minutes of driving, Niall parks, and helps me out. He unties the blindfold and points me in the right direction. There is a trail of rose petals leading along a beach. I follow the trail to find a romantic, candle lit dinner. Harry stands by the table and his face lights up when he sees me.
"Samantha, you look incredible." I blush and Harry chuckles. He gently kisses me. Then we take our seats and eat the lovely meal that has been prepared for us.
Harry's POV
All through dinner, Sammy is unnaturally silent. I'm starting to get a bit worried when she softly asks, "Harry?"
"Yes love?" I reply. "I have something to tell you." "Go ahead, kitten," I urge.
Looking down at her plate, Sammy mumbles a response. "What was that?" I asks. Still staring at her plate, Sammy speaks loud enough for me to hear. "Harry, I'm... I'm ... I'm pregnant."
I blink and exclaim, "Sammy! That's great!" Her head shoots up and I notice that she's crying. Hiccuping while she talks, Sammy stutters, "You.. You.. still love me?" I get out of my chair and pull Sam into my arms, kissing her. "Why would you ever think that I wouldn't love you?"
Sammy buries her face in my chest and whispers, "I thought that you wouldn't want a baby... and you might leave me." I curl my index finger under her chin and gently lift her head so I can see her beautiful features. "Look at me, sweetheart." I say softly. Sammy complies and I look her straight in the eyes saying, "You're so beautiful and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would never leave you. We're going to make amazing parents."
Sammy buries her face in my chest and I hug her tightly.
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