Fıx you {H.S.}

21| Everything Is Going To Be Okay

I slid the bag of corn chips onto the counter as well as the pregnancy test packet, and looked up at the lady behind the counter through my sore, tired and red puffy eyes.

She looked up from her book and once she saw me, her face fell. "Oh, love. Are you alright?"

"Just these please." I said, ignoring her question.

She nodded and hurriedly scanned my items. "Bad news, huh?" She asked as she tossed away the empty cardboard package and placed my chips back on the counter.

Bad news? No. Bad news was failing a test. Bad news was not getting that job you wanted. Bad news was missing out on concert tickets, losing a pet, ripping your favourite top. This wasn't bad news. This was the worst possible news I could ever possibly get. It was news that would push me completely over the edge. It was news that could possibly kill me. "Something like that." I muttered.

"I'm terribly sorry. I hope everything works out for you. That's five-"

I handed her over a ten pound note and grabbed the bag and headed out of the store. I had done all my crying and feeling sorry for myself stuff back in the toilet. I don't know how long I was in there for, but it must have worked, whatever I was doing, because I no longer felt like I wanted to cry. I wasn't sad anymore, just angry. Disappointed. And, I was scared. I had moved on from the I-don't-want-to-be-pregnant state I had previously been in, because I was. I couldn't change that. So now, I was onto the what-the-fuck-is-going-to-happen-now state.

I reached Harry's car to see him asleep. His legs were propped up on the steering wheel, his chair back and his head to the side as he uncomfortably slept. How long had I been in there?

I opened the car door and slipped into the passenger seat before slamming the door shut. Harry awoke with a start and once confirming his surroundings, his eyes fell on me and he sat up straight. "Heather!"

I forced the most happiest smile I could. "Sorry I took so long, I needed to use the bathroom and was a little sick again."

Harry put his chair back in place and looked at me. "That's fine.....I......." He stopped talking and just looked at me. "You've been crying."

I looked away. "Oh. No, I haven't."

Harry placed a hand on my chin and tried to turn my head to face him but I slapped him away.

"Heather, look at me."

"I'm fine." I said.

"What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing! I'm fine! I must just have hay-fever or-"

"For fuck sakes, don't lie to me!" Harry yelled, taking me by surprise. I turned to look at him, slightly scared by his angry tone. "You've been crying. Tell me why." He said more calmly.

I just looked at him, not saying anything for a while. I looked into his all too familiar green eyes and tried to get lost in them, like I always did, but it didn't work. "I.....It was nothing." I said. "Just a little stress out from being sick. I'm tired."

Harry opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "I don't want to fight with you, Harry. Please just take me home so I can sleep all of this off?"

Without a word, Harry slowly started up the car and we rode home in complete silence. But this time, it was an uncomfortable silence. Harry was angry at me, I could tell. And when he pulled up outside my house, I didn't know what was going to happen as soon as I left the car. I was actually scared to leave the car, because then I'd be completely on my own. Now, thanks to my own self, I had made Harry angry at me, so how could I tell him now? I sighed, which I soon realised was aloud.