Love is Lame

Chapter 27

HARRY

The next day we got up early and took the bus to downtown. We went through the theater district and saw a few street performers before we found a place to have breakfast. Over a quick meal, I gave Liv the run down of what we'd be doing. She didn't really know what was going on so she just nodded and went with it.

We basically just walked around all day, looking at things and stopping when we wanted to. Liv smiled more than I had ever seen her, without really any explanation. On the bus ride home, the sun was already going down. I forgot it goes down at 3:30 here, so our days are cut short. The bus was packed, me and Liv were standing pressed together in a corner. I didn't mind. Liv was too humble to ask someone to move for her to sit, so she was basically keeping herself up with her arms around me and her head in my chest.

There's no hiding the fact that she's pregnant anymore. It's clear, not like she's about to burst but there's definitely a bump. I love it.

"How do you feel babe?" I said, kissing her hair. She pulled her head out of my chest and yawned, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Like I need to sit down." I laughed, looking for two people I could ask to move. I slowly walked to a young mom and one of her kids.

"Do you mind if we could have these seats? My girlfriend is pregnant and needs to sit down." I said and the mum instantly stood up and smiled to me. She looked like she was afraid of me. I helped Liv walk over and smile at the mother.

"Much better." She sighed, shifting in her seat. She can barely even get comfortable anymore.

I pushed her jacket out of the way and put my hand on her belly, smiling. I felt eyes on us, thinking we were too young, thinking we were stupid. But they don't understand how in love we are, how strong we are. How great we'll do.

"I'm so tired," Liv yawned, leaning her head on my shoulder. The lady next to her was half smiling to herself.

"I bet babe. You're doing great, though. You can nap when we get home then we'll go out, if you're up for it." I put my arm around her uncomfortably.

"I am." Liv insisted, but sounded off.

"How far along are you?" The lady spoke, scaring Liv. She sat up.

"Eleven weeks."

"I remember those days. Mine are three and five." The lady didn't seem old, early thirties, and she looked like an interesting character. Her long hair was half dread locks and she wore a floor length skirt, and flowers in her hair. She was... well, beautiful. In a different way.

"You're young," The lady commented and Liv stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. "I was your age when I had my daughter. Today would be her thirteenth birthday." Liv's face fell and I could literally feel my heart drop.

"I am so sorry." Liv spoke up, and the lady smiled like lunatic.

"Life's for the living so live it, or you're better off dead." My whole perspective changed. The intercom spoke up and it was our stop. We both smiled at the woman as I took Liv's hand and guided her out of the station.

"Can you walk to the apartment or do you want to call a cab? It's about a half a mile." Her fingers were wrapped loosely around mine, her other hand pushing her hair back out of her face.

"I can walk. I need to stop somewhere and get this stretch mark cream." I laughed, turning a corner and seeing what I had been hoping to never see again.

OLIVIA

We turned a corner, smiling and laughing but Harry went cold. He stopped in his tracks and his face froze completely. He was staring at someone, a girl, and she was staring right back.

"Babe?" I whispered, looking back and forth between the two. The girl was absolutely breathtaking; long blonde hair, highlighted features, skinny, almost fragile looking. Straight out of Seventeen magazine.

Harry squeezed my hand, a small gesture only we would notice. "Ashley."

Oh my god. It's her, it's the girl Harry left, it's the one everyone hates. "Harry." They kept their distances. She was alone and his grip on my hand just kept getting stronger.

"I thought you were living in the states," Ashley said slowly, looking to me.

"I am. We are." He was trying so hard to stay calm and I was so proud of him. "Just, uh, visiting."

Ashley looked to me and raised her perfect eyebrows. "And you are?"

"His girlfriend."

And then she started laughing. Hysterically. "Girlfriend? Right." She said between giggles. "Sweetie, he doesn't care about you." Harry's hand was breaking my wrist but I let him. This bitch is talking bullshit.

"Cute? We've passed cute." I spoke up. Harry looked at me, shocked. "Like, we passed cute eleven and a half weeks ago. You're bullshit little games are pretty tiring, don't you think?" I was on a roll. "You're messing with the hormones of a pregnant woman, so do not piss me off."

Ashley laughed again. I hate that damn laugh. "Pregnant? You're pregnant!?"

"Liv, let's go," Harry pulled me but I stayed put.

"Wow, Harry. Your plans to screw everyone in the states got ruined pretty fast." Ouch. Mega ouch.

"Olivia, come on." He was demanding me now, pulling me forcefully with his own hand.

I rolled my eyes and pushed past the bitch. Harry was quiet, his grip stronger than ever on me. When we got far enough away, I finally spoke.

"You can't let people get to you like that."

"Who said she got to me?" We turned into a pharmacy, his hand still on mine as his eyebrows creased more. He flicked through things angrily, carelessly. I found the cream I needed and we payed, Harry carrying the bag back into the cold.

"You obviously let her get to you." I didn't want to sound so snippy but I couldn't help it.

"No, I didn't Olivia." He never calls me Olivia. He was being more controlling and I wanted to cry.

"Stop calling me that." I said quietly.

"Really? Because I remember when all you wanted to be called was Olivia. No Livi, no Liv. Just Olivia." Thankfully, we were close to the apartment. The anger was radiating off of him and I would do anything to go back 20 minutes, to take a cab.

"Harry," I whispered as he unlocked the door. "Harry don't do this."

"Don't do what, Olivia?" Stop it. Please stop it. He was yelling now, screaming. Please stop it.

"Please stop yelling, Harry. I didn't do anything." I need to tell myself over and over again not to cry. Stay composed, stay with yourself. Just don't fucking cry.

"You know what pisses me the hell off?" He shouted, quieter than before but still shouting. I was quiet for him to continue, putting my hands on our small developing child. "People constantly tell me I'm lucky to have you, and not a single person tells me you should be lucky to have me." He's right. He is so right. "Like, if it weren't for me you'd probably be in jail or a meth addict or a prostitute." He regretted his words as soon as they were out of his mouth, I know he did. I saw it in his face. Even if he didn't mean to say it, he thought it.

"That's not true," I said, almost whispering. I felt the tears welling in my eyes and I couldn't stop them. "And you know it. Yeah, I'd be a lot worse without you but I would not be any of those things."

"Liv," He whispered, walking towards me but I stepped back.

"No," I said. "You said it. You can't take that back." I was surprisingly calm. "I'm going to nap now, and then we will talk." Walking to our bedroom, I grabbed a bag of chips and lied down on the dark bed. Breathe, Olivia. Breathe.

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