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Chapter 18: Not You Again

"Harry, I don't understand what the big deal about me not liking bananas is. I just don't like them." I shrug, picking up an apple instead.

"How can you not like them? Bananas are sent from heaven, just to me." Harry grabs a banana and starts peeling it from the bottom.

"Why are you peeling it like that?" I ask him, grabbing out a knife to cut my apple.

"When you peel it this way, no stringy things appear. You know, the nasty ones that like, come off of it." He chuckles, taking a small bite.

"Only you Harry, only you." I smile and put my chopped apple in a bowl.

"Why do you like apples?" Harry asks, taking a seat at the table.

"They're sweet."

"You're sweet."

"Stop it." I smile, grabbing a piece of my apple.

"No. I can complement my girlfriend if I want." He says and instantly memories of a couple nights back flood my head.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you... kiss Alex?" I hate to ask. I was debating whether I wanted the truth or not.

"Leah." A muscle in his jaw starts throbbing.

"I deserve to know." I sigh, eating another piece of my apple.

"She came up to me and straddled my lap," He starts, "and she started grinding on me. Honestly, Leah, she was uh, making me... hard, so I kissed her. Without thinking. I'm sorry, Leah." He runs a hand through his showered, wet hair.

"It's the past." I sigh.

"Why did you kiss Louis?"

"To make you jealous." I admit.

He doesn't respond, taking another large bite of his banana.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you."

"Am I safe?" I dare to ask. I think he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"As long as you're with me, yes."

"Then I don't ever want to leave you." I smile.

"Good." He chuckles, tossing his banana peel in the garbage.

"Come watch t.v. with me." I tell Harry, putting my bowl in the sink. I walk into the living  

room, Harry shortly behind me.

I turn the t.v. on and sixteen and pregnant shows on the screen.

"Turn this shit off." Harry groans, throwing an arm around me.

"I happen to like this show. You get to watch teenagers learn from their mistakes. It actually prevents pregnancies from teens." I inform Harry, but he looks the least amount of interested.

"It's stupid. The people on this show are stupid. Why don't they use protection like smart people? You know, so this shit doesn't happen." He rolls his eyes.

"Well, that's what they learn. They learn that by not using protection they have to pay for their mistakes. And this time their mistake was getting pregnant with a teenage boy who may leave you once he finds out. Look, this girl is about to tell her seventeen year old boyfriend." I point to the t.v. and Harry's eyes leave mine to look.

"Noah, I am, uh, pregnant with your baby." The girls voice is soft and she looks so nervous.

Shock takes over his face as he stands up.