One Last Chance // h.s.

Prologue

/ Belle /

"Anne, I just don't know how to tell him" sighing, I crumble on the couch.

"Sweetheart, don't worry about how you tell him, either way he'll be overjoyed" I switch the phone to my opposite ear while I try to find the remote.

"Alright, well I have to pick him up from the airport in about 2 hours, so I'll talk to him after that"

"Sure honey, congratulations soon to be mummy,"

"Thanks Mummah Anne, I'll call you later, bye"

"Bye Belle, wishing you luck" and with a click of a button, the call was ended.

"Belle,"

"Belle, wake up!" Harry shook me awaking me from my sleep.

"Harry, stop, leave me alone I'm trying to sleep" It took me only a couple of seconds to realise that Harry was home, and to collide our lips together.

Harry's home. Harry's here, in our house for a couple of months, with me. I've missed him so much. I miss how he wakes up early to cook me breakfast, or how he would randomly buy me some flowers or how he flew us all the way to DisneyLand for the weekend so we could have a holiday. I miss how he leaves his jackets on the back of the couch, yeah.. I just miss him.

Gasping for air I reluctantly pull away.

God damit lungs, why the hell do you need to exist?! Oh yeah, so I can breathe and not die, well then, carry on.

"Harry, I just fell asleep and forgot to set my alarm, I totally forgot that I had to pick you up, I'm so sorry. It's just lately, I've been exhausted, I've been trying to figure out how I can tell you I'm pregnant,"

"What did you just say?" Harry was crouched down in front of the couch, so he wasn't overpowering me.

"Holy, ummm" Did I seriously just blab that out? Wow, Belle - 0 / Stupidness - 1 .

"Are you pregnant?"

"Ummm" What am I suppose to tell him? I can't, nope I wont, I refuse. Stupid mouth! Why do you have to ruin everything, for once you couldn't keep it shut. Fuck you life.

"ISABELLE JUST ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION, ARE YOU PREGNANT OR NOT?" Harry was now pacing around the lounge room, he always paces when he's nervous, I found that out a long time ago.

"Harry, yes I'm pregnant, with your baby."

He sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, every so often he would run his hands through his hair and for the next hour this is exactly how it stayed.

"I can't do this Belle, not now. You can have the house, I'll move out, you can have full custody. We don't have to see each other, ever again. I'll support you with money so you can raise the baby properly. I don't want to do this, not at 19, I'm not ready, I don't think I'll ever be ready. Goodbye Belle, Goodbye Baby, I love you."