Love is Lame

Chapter 11

HARRY

She left. She left me. She didn't leave a note, she didn't wake me up, and she won't answer her phone. She fucking made me care about her and then left me like I was nothing.

What am I supposed to do now? We were supposed to be together all break. I don't have any friends I can call, and she'll probably be at a party tonight.

I tried calling her one last time and got voicemail again. I texted her in hopes that maybe she was in the shower and she'd call me when she got out.

A quarter of a bottle of whiskey and still no call.

A fucking mistake that made me drink again. I didn't even do shit! She just left me like I was some toy to just lay here.

Jack, Jim, everything and nothing is taking away the throbbing pain in my chest.

OLIVIA

Stop calling me. Stop calling me. Stop calling me before I fucking answer.

I got sick three more times when I got home and felt incredibly sore. I knew this wasn't right. I knew I wasn't just hungover. I knew this just doesn't happen.

I called the doctor and scheduled an appointment for tomorrow. Tomorrow I finally get to figure out what my future is.

I was laying face down on my bed, trying really hard not to cry when Anna walked in and sat next to me. "What did you do?"

"Not everything is my fucking fault." I shot at her but softened my response up by looking her in the eyes. "But it was my fault."

Then there were tears. And then I was pouring my heart out to Anna - I mean who could she tell? I told her about how he made me happy and then I got scared this morning and left. I walked out like my dad used to. I told her how I might be pregnant and I'm surprised she kept listening because I'm sure I was difficult to understand with tears down my face.

I squeezed the hem of Harry's shirt and lifted it up to see my tattoo. Anna told me she loved it and I wanted to tell her how much I loved it too - it was just like him.

HARRY

I'm drunk. I'm stupidly piss drunk and all I know is that there is a girl around my body and that girl is not Olivia, and this girl - Taylor maybe? - She is trying to get me to take her home and I don't fight it. And now she is in my bed but she doesn't make it look as cozy as Olivia does. And her lips are around me but her eyes don't flutter like Olivia's do.

And then after she got her fulfillment and I got my heart broken even more, I made her leave. I didn't even call her a cab. I couldn't have her here anymore, in my bed, where Liv is supposed to be.

I woke up in the morning and checked my phone. Nothing. I fell back on the bed and my headache increased.

Oh my god, I cheated on Liv.

No no no no no no. No way. I shot out of bed and checked the trash can. And there was the condom. Oh my god.

OLIVIA

I sat in the waiting room of the doctors office Wednesday morning, flicking through People magazine but not really. I was kind of listening to music but not really. I debated my choices. I will not raise this baby alone if I am pregnant, and I'm positive it's Harry's. Would I tell him? Obviously. But how? You can't just leave someone and come back in and ruin their life.

A lady who wore a bun as tightly wound as she was called me back into her office and wore a smile that I'm sure she practiced in the mirror.

"Hi, Olivia." I smiled at her. "We will be taking blood and then running some tests, and it will take about fifteen minutes for you to get your results."