My lips squeeze together tightly, my eyelids dropping slowly. I’ve been awake for hours, deciding how I would like to do this. And before I could really stop myself, I was at his door. It was a miracle that I had remembered the way, really, considering I had been drunk the night it happened. My knuckles rap lightly on the door and all I can do is pray that he will be home. Just as I’m about to turn away, the door flings open and he’s standing there. No doubt it’s him. His curly locks fall into place as they did the night I met him and a tight T-shirt hangs on his body. A pair of boxers hang low on his hips and a mug of what I assume is coffee is clutched into his left hand. He looks almost puzzled for a moment before his eyes light in memory.
“Harry…” I can hardly get the words out before I am pushed inside of his small flat. I’d only been here once, on the night that it happened, but nothing seemed different. The same beige coffee table sat in the middle of the room and the same beautiful painting hung low on the wall. The same yellowed couch was pushed against the north wall, which were still the same beautiful blue. I blinked in shock and then turned to face him. A scowl sat low on my lips, but soon disappeared when I saw the dreadful look on his face. “Look,” I begin patiently, “I came here to tell you something. I mean, really something. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t important so just listen to me before you try and kick me out.” He scowls at that, but nods lightly. I take a deep breath and wring my hands in front of me. His eyebrow raises in what I assume is concern, but it’s slowly wiped away as I speak my net words. “There’s no easy way to tell you this. I mean, I thought I had been on the pill. I thought you had used a condom. I thought it would be fine. But…” I pause, daring to look up at him. He doesn’t look mad or angry or even happy. He simply looks concerned. Or confused. I can’t really tell which. “And Harry, I’m pregnant.”
His jaw drops. His eyes bug out. His lips open and close, searching for words and coming up with nothing. He simply stares at me, eyes wide, and says nothing. “Get out.” He finally mumbles. I don’t move. “Get out!” He shouts, and I am gone without a sound.
A/N: Hello! I'm Meghan and this is one of my most recent fanfictions. I really appreciate every read/ vote so it would be super lovely if you could do that for me. I will update as soon as i can, since im super busy with school and everything. I am updating again tonight so please look out for that. Be sure to vote/comment and yeah.
aLSO DID YOU GUYS SEE THE YOU AND I VIEDEO IM SCREAMING IT WAS GR9.
ALSO REMEMBER TO REFRESH NOT REPLAY.
