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Chapter 17: What's For Sure...

Brooklyn's pov.

I went to bed that night, and sat at the edge. I mind was racing with so many things...I couldn't even tell you what the thoughts were about. The hall light was on, but all the lights were out in my room. Suddenly the door creaked open. Harry came in and sat down next to me in silence. He wrapped his arms around me from the side, and I cuddled myself into his hard chest. I sighed as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.

"Why are you up?" His voice was raspy, he must have just woken up. I shook my head.

"I can't stop thinking." I whispered softly.

"About what?" He asked. I shrugged. It felt so good to be in his arms.

"It's Sarah." He nodded.

"What about her?" His voice sounded so tired. I hated keeping him up.

"I can tell you in the morning." I said, trying to escape his arms. He took that as a challenge and wrestled me to the bed. I giggled as he kissed my cheek.

"I'm not leaving till you tell me what's wrong." I groaned. He was relentless. He sat up and lifted me onto his lap, nestling his face into my neck. "So what's wrong with Sarah?" He asked again. I gave a side smile.

"Nothing's really wrong. She just...she's pregnant." Harry laughed in excitement.

"Louis is going to be a dad? Oh man. He must be so excited. I can't believe how many years have passed..." It was silent for a minute.

"It's not really official, yet. We're all going to the doctor tomorrow. Well, today. Since it's like two a.m." He laughed again.

"Well I hope it's true. Because I know Louis, and he's ready for this kind of commitment." I nodded. He sighed, his hot breath hitting my neck. He squeezed my shoulders with his arms. "What's wrong love? Usually you'd be happy for Sarah." I groaned and pulled out of his arms again.

"I-I don't know. I've just...I don't know." I really didn't know understand why I was feeling so weird. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I just couldn't stop thinking about that baby. About Sarah. About Louis. About everything...I shook my head.

"I want you to know, that I care about you." He kissed the tip of my nose. "that I wouldn't be who I am without you." He kissed my forehead. I giggled. "that I couldn't live without you." He kissed both my cheeks slowly. I closed my eyes and smiled. "And..." he grabbed my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His thumb running over my jawline. "I'm so madly in love with you, there's no way I could possibly function without you in my life." He leaned in slowly and kissed me with such passion, with his whole heart. I kissed him back, losing my hands in his hair. He wrapped me so tightly in himself. There was such a connection between us. And everybody saw it. They'd always told us since we'd grown up together. Someone can't cause you as much pain as he did in those five years, unless you're as in love with them as I was/am with him. When we pulled away ten minutes later, he sighed, and ran a hand over my face and stood up, removing me from his lap.

"Where are you going?" I asked. He turned around.

"Did you want me to stay?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. I nodded in reply. He smiled before climbing into bed, and entangling himself with me, and pulling the covers close. I easily fell asleep, better than when I'm alone.