I Wish You Would - A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 28

I manage to make it all the way back to the hotel room without being spotted again. I flash the key card against the door and walk in on Cara and Harry in the midst of a spirited game of Uno. Quietly, I hang up my coat, and am absolutely certain to hang the pharmacy bag underneath it, concealed within the soft black folds.

"UNO!!!!"

I hear Harry yell at the very top of his lungs. Well, he's cheered up at least. Cara shouts something that I don't care to repeat, and crosses her arms like a toddler. Laughing, I walk through. Both of them whip around and jump up at the sight of me. Cara, being Cara, jumps up and down before running straight for me and jumping at me, encasing me in a very blood-constricting hug.

"Tay! You were out for AGES! We got room service AND played three games of Uno! Are you feeling better? Do you need me to hold your hair back while you throw up? Did the fresh air help at all? Do you want me to get you some water? No junk food for you, Tay! Maybe some tea would help? I'll go make you a cuppa, hang on."

She rambles on and on in typical Cara fashion, and I try to nod along and answer when I can fit a word in edgeways. When she eventually quietens down and scurries off to turn on the kettle, Harry walks towards me. I smile shyly and notice the fresh tear marks staining his cheeks. He wraps his arms around my waist lovingly, thankfully deciding not to hold grudge from earlier. I hold his face in my hands, running my thumbs under his eyes. Pulling me even closer, he rests his forehead against mine and looks me directly in the eyes.

"I- I was really worried a- about you. I- I'm sorry if I was in- insensitive before."

My grin softens as I listen to his stuttering speech.

"No Harry, I'm sorry. I was way too harsh."

He smiles and pushes a stray strand of hair out of my eyes.

"Taylor, I love you so much,"

He says, spinning me around. I feel overwhelming happiness flood through me at that, and I giggle as he places a tender kiss on my lips. I grip him tighter and his kiss grows stronger, as I slip my hands between his shirt and his warm back. His arms straighten and he pushes his palms up against the wall as he pins me against it. We share another devoted kiss, until we are interrupted by the sound of Cara's voice,

"Gross. Get a room, guys."

We pull away, embarrassed, and Cara laughs as she hands me a steaming cup of tea.

I join in the game of Uno for a while, and the three of us while away the late evening with an endless supply of tea, board games, and laughter.

I'm in the middle of completely owning Harry at Scrabble when the thought of the two pregnancy tests hanging behind my coat enters my mind, and it's all I can think about for the rest of the evening.

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It's almost midnight when Cara decides to leave. We have a seemingly infinite hug, and I realise just how much I miss her when she's not around.

"Bye Cara! We have to do something tomorrow!"

I call down the hallway after her, and she turns around and gives me a 'call me' signal, followed with mouthing the words 'give him some love' and nodding in Harry's direction. I smile after her until she's safely in the elevator, then close the door and turn back to Harry. He's mid-yawn, which is the least attractive moment to possible be seen. I ruffle his hair.

"Come on. Let's get some sleep"

He doesn't object, and pulls off his shirt before crawling straight into bed. I get in after him, and we lie there in each other's arms. I wish so badly that I could actually enjoy this peaceful, loving bliss. But I can't. Because of a certain bag hanging with a certain coat.

I snuggle into Harry's chest until I can hear him snoring. After waiting about five minutes just to be certain he's asleep, I very carefully wiggle out of his grasp. I'm lucky he's a deep sleeper. Tiptoeing as sneakily as I can, I reach into the noisy plastic bag and pull out a pregnancy test.

I flip on the bathroom lights and close the door. Staring at myself in the mirror, I can't believe what I'm about to do. I feel like a giant fist grabbed my stomach and used it as a stress ball.

After telling myself thousands of times that this is what I have to do, I give up on trying to feel better and just yank the test out of the packaging. Tears and tiredness blur my vision as I read the instructions, but I get the gist of it. I do everything it tells me, and then come the agonising ten minutes of fretful waiting.

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The ten minutes are up. It's the moment I've been dreading. I don't build up the tension. I just pick up the test and look. My hand grips it tightly as I flip it over and look down.

Two lines.

Positive.

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