Because Of You (Sequel to Love & Lies)

Chapter 28: After

No no no no no.

I ease out of the bed as quietly as I could not trying to wake up Harry.

As I lift myself up, he shifts, making me still before he falls back to sleep comfortably.

I sigh, grabbing my phone off the nightstand.

Walking out of the room, I dial Lucy.

She picks up almost instantly.

"Hello?"

"Hey Luce." I say, quietly.

"Hey Jen. Is everything okay?"

I inhale sharply, the pain piercing into my stomach.

"No Luce, I'm getting it. Again. I can't take this." I say, my eyes stinging with tears.

"Shit. How did it start?" She asks.

"Last night, Harry and I, we, you know.." I trail off. "I thought it would be okay."

"It is okay. But with your...complications, this is almost bound to happen." She explains.

I mentally curse myself for the pain I put myself through this morning.

"Here's what you do. Take a baby aspirin, crush it up, and throw it into yogurt then eat it. It'll take away the pain almost instantly." Lucy says.

"Okay, I'll do it right now. I'll call you if anything." I reply, going to the kitchen.

"Okay. I'll talk to you soon. Oh and Jenny?"

"Yeah?" I say, pulling out a bottle of baby aspirin.

"You need to tell Harry."

I sigh, resting my hand on my stomach. "I will."

I end the call and go about following Lucy's instructions.

*
"Good morning beautiful." I hear a voice say behind me.

I smile, turning away from the stove as Harry pecks me on the lips.

"Good morning handsome." I respond, turning back to flip over the French toast.

The pain was next to gone, making me occupy myself until it subsided completely. Way to go Luce.

I glance over at Harry, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. He wore only his pyjama pants, his arms flexing as he held the orange juice bottle in his hand. His hair was messy yet cute. He looked gorgeous.

"You know, if you keep staring, you'll burn breakfast." Harry said, winking at me as he took a sip from the glass.

I take off the stove, feeling heat rise in my cheeks.

"Jerk." I mutter, placing food on both of our plates.

Suddenly, I'm spun around, Harry's hands at my waist as I'm pinned up against the counter.

"What did you just call me?" Harry says, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

"A jerk." I say, sassily.

"Oh really?" He says, leaning forward until his abdomen pressed up against my belly. "Plus you want to be sassy with me."

"Mmmhmm." I say, stroking his cheek with my thumb.

"I suppose that's true. But there's one small thing missing." Harry says, leaning in.

I raise my eyebrows. "And what may that be?"

"I'm your jerk." He crashes his lips onto mine with urgency, making me respond back immediately.

I almost forget about the pain.

Harry moves his hands down to my thighs as he lifts me up onto the counter.

I rest my hands on his chest as his wrap around my waist pulling me as close as we can get.

I feel him smile through the kiss, making me do the same.

He pulls away and I smile.

"I love you so much." Haz says, grinning.

I smile. "I love you too babe."

I reach over the other side of the counter and grab our plates. I give one to Harry and he gets up on the counter next to me.

I smile at Harry as I begin eating my French toast.

"You know, I was thinking that we should go see your parents." Harry said, out of the blue.

I nearly choke on my toast. "What? Why?"

"I feel like I should prove myself to them. I need to show them that I'm good. Not only for you but for our baby." He replied, explaining.

I smile. "Harry, that's really sweet of you to want to do this. For me, you don't have to. I know who you are and you'll always be good enough plus more. My mum and dad, more so my mum, can say whatever she wants. I don't give a flying fuck. But, if you want to then that's what we'll do." I say.

"Good then we should hurry and get going. I've been planning for us to go for a few days now. I've already got your things packed!" Harry said, jumping off the counter and heading towards the bedroom.

I just there looking at my toes for a few seconds before Harry comes back, lifting me off the counter and placing my on the ground.

I laugh. "Thank you love."

He smiles, taking my hand and leading me to the room.

I sit on the bed as Harry goes into the closet, returning in seconds with a large suitcase. He puts it on top of the bed and unzips it.

It's already filled with clothes. One half with his, the other with mine.

I laugh. "You really thought this through, haven't you?"

Harry grins. "Yeah, you have no time to change your mind. Now let's get dressed."

I groan.

Yay. A weekend with the Shoter's! This is going to be fun.