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You get pregnant by accident part 3 (Harry)

I read these like they are someone writing them.  Then I get angry when they don't have an ending so here we go... I might post these separately so they each can get their own story. So they will be pretty long. Sorry I'm advance.

Harry his POV
I shoved the doors open of the coffee shop, my dad set me up.  He wanted me to look like a fucking fool.  The cold air of December smacked me in the face, it didn't help I had tears running down my cheeks. All I've done since I left (y/n) is cry.  I've wanted her so badly in my arms, but my fucking dad would of taken everything if he would of known.  I would of been useless to (y/n).  But I guess I'm even more useless now.  I turned to look in the window, seeing her beautiful face.  She was smiling as she was serving her customer.  I have to get her out of my head, I can't ruin her life anymore than I already have. 

Your POV
Seeing Harry was bittersweet, I did miss him, but he left my baby and I.  Possibly babies.  I heard him raising his voice with his dad.  They argued a lot, but pretended to have the perfect relationship.  I was making another latte when I heard Harry yell. I looked toward him, I could always tell when he was angry. He had a large vein in his neck that stuck out, especially when he was angry. Miles appeared next to me. "That's your old boy toy isn't it?" You nodded, not making a sound. "He's kind of a hot head. He was getting angry when I was serving the table next to him."  Miles said.  "What's he talking about?" "His dad finding out about some pregnant girl and what not." You turned toward Miles pointing to your stomach. "Like this pregnant girl!?" Miles made a shocked face. "Oh yeah that would make sense." You shook your head. "You're dumb." Your attention was drawn away when you heard the glass coffee doors being pushed open with force. Of course it was who Miles referred to as the 'hot head'. His parents still sitting quietly, his mother holding a napkin up to her eyes, dabbing slightly as a broke plastic cup lets coffee drip down the side of the table. "Your table awaits." Miles whispers walking past me. You grab your cloth rag walking toward the table. Putting it in the middle of the mess you slowly start to clean it up. "We're sorry (y/n)," they paused "we can clean it." You laughed slightly. "That's why they pay me the big money, don't worry about it." "I'm sorry about everything." His dad whispered slightly. You nodded gently, not sure what to say. They removed themselves from the booth leaving a numbered tip on the table. Finishing the mess off, you grabbed the bills. Harry's parents had left you five $100 dollar bills on table. (Sorry I don't know other countries currency compared to that. I apologize.) that was more than you made in one and a half months. You had to thank them, but when you went to look for them they had already left. You had decided you would grab some flowers and bring them to their home telling them how grateful you were.
Soon enough your shift ended and Miles still held his offer for the ride home. "Um yes, but can you take me somewhere else. A customer left a very generous tip and I want to grab a bouquet and say thank you." "Sure." He smiled.
Saying goodbye to Miles you walked toward the door. "Sure you don't want me to wait?" "No, that's okay I don't live far." You saw Harry's parent vehicles sitting out front. His white convertible no where to be seen. You were kinda upset hoping to see him again, but maybe it was for the best. You knocked at the door and were greeted by Missy, their maid. "Hello Miss (y/n), nice to see you. Come on come in." She ushered you inside. "One moment." You sat on the couch waiting for Missy to come back. Before you heard footsteps coming downstairs. "Missy will you-" Harry said turning into the living room. " (y/n), what are you doing here?" Completely caught off guard you stumbled to get up. Harry grabbing your arm helping you stabilize yourself. "Your parents left a generous tip, I just came to say thanks, and leave some flowers." You said handing him the bouquet. "Oh well my parents aren't here, they had something with friends." "Oh their cars are here." "Yeah they were picked up." You nodded. "I'm sorry, if I would of known I wouldn't of came." "No it's okay," he said stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, after setting the flowers down. "How are you?" "You are asking me, how I am? What is this? A reunion?" You said bitterly. "Just small talk (y/n)." "Well sorry I'm not going to sit around for small talk with you, I'm tired and just want to go home." "I'll take you." "I'll pass." You stated walking past him. "Listen," he said grabbing your arm. "I know you hate me and you have every right too, but please, just talk to me." "You abandoned me Harry, when I needed you." "I'm sorry, I never should of left you. I never should of left you alone after that appointment. I did a lot of things I regret. But I don't regret you." "You think you can just sweet talk me and just think I'm going to fucking forgive you?" "Language. That is my baby in there." You sent daggers into his body. "Thought I cheated on you?" "I'm sorry." He said with a shaky voice. "You have to believe me, I felt like I had no other choice. Now I realize how dumb I was." "I need to think about this." You said pulling out of his grip. Walking out the door.

Two weeks later. It was the last day of school before Christmas break. You were beyond ready for a break. You were huge and so tired. Just yesterday you found out you were indeed having twins. One boy and one girl. It was kinda exciting having twins, but scary at the same time. As for the whole Harry thing. He talked to you at school sometimes but you didn't see him very often, rumor has it he skipped a lot of his classes so in order to graduate he had to make it all up, could be what's keeping him busy. You were putting your books away when you heard a a mumbled "hey." You shut your locker to see Harry leaning against the ones next to it. "Hi? You seem tired." "I am. I've been up all night doing homework for the last week. And I'm still not caught up!" "I guess you shouldn't of skipped so much." "I do believe I was too busy day dreaming about the fabulous girl I was dating. A shame she isn't around anymore." You slightly pushed him. "Shut up." He took as a joke, you being very serious. "So you eating in or out?" Chuckling at a dirty hidden meaning.  "You're so immature." "Okay I'm sorry, but seriously." "I'm not, I had my protein shake, I'm on a billion vitamins for the babies, makes me so full." "Did you say babies?" He stopped walking. "Yeah, I found out yesterday." He picked up walking beside you. "You didn't tell me?" He sounded hurt. "I just did, besides, we don't have a great record of 'I tell you, you stay'. If you ask me." You chuckled at your own joke. "Cute." He said sarcastically. You giggled at his annoyed face. "Well did you plan on telling me?" "Maybe." He sighed in a frustrated tone. "I'm trying here." "Not quite hard enough." You said arriving to the cafeteria. "What do you want me to do? Make it known?" You smiled. "Maybe." He grumbled. "Fine." He started walking away quickly. "Wait what... Harry!" He jumped on an empty lunch table. "EVERYONE, STOP EATING AND LOOK AT ME!" It became very quiet, some doing as he asked others not caring. "IM IN LOVE WITH A GIRL THAT I GOT PREGNANT. AND I FUCKED UP AND LEFT HER. NOW IM TRYING MY VERY HARDEST TO GET HER BACK AND I JUST FOUND OUT WE ARE HAVING TWINS! SO NOW I HAVE TO TRY TWICE AS HARD TO GET HER BACK! SO FOR ALL YOU SAYING GARBAGE ABOUT (Y/N) SHUT YOUR MOUTHS. BECAUSE SHE ISN'T ALONE. THANK YOU." You covered your embarrassed face with your hands. "Oh Harry." You whispered as he came running back. "Was that well known enough?" You just rolled your eyes and walked out of the cafeteria, knowing it was going to be a very awkward lunch hour.
After the final bell rang you couldn't wait to leave. "I'll drive you home?" Harry's voice said. "Are you following me now?" "No I just remember your pattern." "Sure I guess you can take me home." Walking up to you door you didn't expect to be followed. You rolled your eyes and walked into your empty home. "Your mom not home?" "Nope working double shifts to help pay for baby stuff." You said flatly. Hitting him hard he quickly pulled out his wallet. "Here you can have all the cash I have in my wallet, it isn't much but it probably enough for like diapers or something." "Harry I don't want your money." "It's not my money, it's our money. For our babies." "Hm so now they are our babies?" "Well you didn't inject sperm in there by yourself." "Ugh you are still so immature, grow up." You said annoyed. Walking up the stairs past your spare room, which was now being turned into a baby's room, headed for your own room. Harry still following stopped in the babies room doorway. "Harry no, it's not done." "It's beautiful (y/n)." "Thanks, I did most of it by myself. I was waiting on genders and if I was having twins to do any major details. It's kinda small, but it'll have to work." "You could come live with me." "And leave my mom all alone? No." "You're going to have to leave home sometime or do you plan to live here forever?" "I plan on moving out when I find the right path or I find the guy I'm going to marry to help take care of me." He looked down for a moment. "Um, I'm right here? So moving out its settled." "Harry." He grabbed your hands. "I know I'm not perfect, I've made mistakes, but I love you (y/n). I want this family." "We have so much we need to work on. And you know I don't want to be with you right now, you still really hurt me." "I know that, but we can work on that, but until you give me he chance to prove I'm a better boyfriend than I used to be. Nothing will ever change."  "I don't know Harry, how do I know you aren't going to walk out on us again?"  "You don't know, that's why you have to give me the chance to prove to you I'm not going to."  He grabs your hands, rubbing the palms with his thumbs.  "Give me a chance to a be a better man, a better father."  You let your thoughts wonder until you decided what was best.  "Okay, but we aren't a couple.  You can be a father, but you have to work at earning my trust back."  He smiled.  "I can do that."  He pulled you in for a hug and whispered "thank you" not long after you had tears running down your cheeks.  Finally, he's home.