Rumors [H.S. FANFICTION]

Chapter 9- Spaghetti and Coke

HARRYS POV:

I am not giving her shelter when I don't even know if that baby's mine. I was so careful with Trisha, and she's the type of girl to make things up.

But what if it's true? What if I'm a father? What will I tell Connie...?

As soon as Trisha said she needed a place to stay I looked at her with my blankest expression.

"I am not responsible for you. That is not my child," I say and get up out of my seat. Trisha starts screaming at me as I walk away.

"I knew you wouldn't stick around! You're such a dick Harry! I need help!" She says desperately.

Shit, what do I do?

I turn around and give her one last chance to speak.

"I didn't tell you because I was scared. I know you've been doing well, your mother told me. I didn't want to bother you, but I have nobody!" She begins to sob.

"Trisha, how do I know it's mine?" I ask in a nice, but still stern voice.

"We can get a prenatal paternity test if you don't believe me," Trisha says and gets up out of her chair. Her hand is rubbing her stomach, as if she is a Buddha.

"Contact me tomorrow. I need time to process," I blatantly state and get into my car. As I drive off, Trisha stares at my car making it's way out of the parking lot. I need to get home and shower. I feel dirty and used and it need to scrub all those bad thoughts away.
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CONNIE'S POV:

I surfed the internet for what felt like hours and only seemed to find one job to apply to. It's at the local pool as a lifeguard. I figure that it will look good when I try to get into nursing school to have a history of CPR and such.

Brielle is still snoring, so I make my way to my apartment. I need alone time. I need to think.

When I open my door, my cat is waiting for me by the coat rack.

"Hi, Gus Gus," I say and pick up the furry beast. Gus is like my child. He keeps me company, and cuddles me when I'm down. I need that right now.

I walk into my small, but tidy kitchen and begin to thaw some ground turkey. I'm going to make myself spaghetti. I grab a large pot from a cabinet below me and bring it over to the sink. I fill it up half way with water and place it on the stove to boil. I sit on my kitchen floor and play with Gus while I wait. As soon as I hear the water boil, I dump some angel hair pasta into the pot and boil it while the meat is thawing.

Should I go check on Harry?

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

When the pasta is done, I drain it in my sink and start the pasta sauce. As soon as I finish the spaghetti, I pack up a large bowl and grab a Coca Cola bottle out of my fridge. I'm bringing this to Harry. I need to see if he's okay.

Without even testing my spaghetti, I throw on some decent clothes. A blue swoop neck shirt, and some leggings. I open my door, and turn around to lock it. I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I jump.

"Brielle!" I scream.

"Sorry Con. I woke up and you were gone?" She says.

"Can I use your car? I need to make sure Harry's okay."

"Uh, yeah. The keys are by the door," she says and furrows her perfectly shaped brows.

I open Brielle's door and grab the keys. I quickly walk to her car, and get in. I place the bowl of spaghetti with the cling wrap on top, and the bottle of Coca Cola in the passengers seat.

My whole way there, I was anxious. I keep asking myself what I did wrong, and then I remember that I haven't done anything wrong. Whoever was on the phone did something to upset him. We have to be okay.

When I roll around the corner to Harry's house, his old car is in the driveway. He's home...

I park next to their mailbox and get out of the car. I stand next to the door for a moment to gain the strength to go knock on the door.

I walk up his driveway, and the memory of wretching all over his freshly mowed grass hits me. Ick!

I knock lightly on the door to avoid disturbing anyone who's home. Liam answers.

"Connie, girl! What's up?" He says and lightly hits my shoulder.

"Hi.. is Harry home?" I ask hoping he'll invite me in.

"Sure is. He's in his room," he widens the door to let me in. I walk past the living room, the kitchen, and down the long hallway to my Harry's room. The door is cracked, so I lightly push it open.

"Harry?" I quietly say.

When I look up from the floor, his body is sprawled across his bed and his lips are parted. He's asleep. I place the spaghetti on his desk, and sit on the end of his bed next to his feet. He didn't wake up. I decide to go put the spaghetti in the kitchen and the Coke in the fridge. Nobody was in the kitchen, thankfully. When I get back to Harry's room, he's still asleep. When I look closely at his face, I see streaks from what must've been tears. He was crying?

I lay on the opposite side of the bed and wait for him to wake up.
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It was nearly an hour before Harry woke up. I've been playing on my phone, and watching Netflix. When he does start to wake up, he sniffles a little bit. I scare him when I put my arm around him and kiss the back of his shoulder. He jumps and turns around to face me.

"Connie? What're you doing here?" He asks in his confused voice.

"I brought you some dinner. I wasn't sure what happened and wanted to make sure you're okay."

"I'm sorry I left," he begins to say before his eyes start to puddle. "A lot is going on," he says and sits up against his headboard.

"Can I help?" I ask and begin to tickle up and down his arm with my fingers.

"It was Trisha who called me Con," he says and looks so ashamed of himself.

"Okay, and what did she say?" I ask trying to be kind but still get my question answered.

"She's three months pregnant, and she says it's mine..." he says and jumps out of his bed to run to the toilet. He was going to be sick.

Is this really happening to me? I find a guy, and within a week he's a father?

My brain starts to go wild, and I have nothing to say. Obviously Harry isn't taking it well.