Mine (H2O Delirious x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Four: When and where?

"Hey," You spoke softly with your phone pushed against your ear. Evan was on the other end listening intently, it was almost like he didn't want to speak for the fear of ending the call. It was super early in the morning, Jonathan was asleep on the couch and Luke was no where to be seen. Birds were quietly chirping with their songs being carried through the air by the wind that had built up over night. "We need to talk." Your voice quavered and you tried to hide it with a small sigh.

"Okay." Evan finally agreed. "When and where?"

"Now?" You questioned. "At your place?"

"Sure."

You paused, biting your lower lip. ". . . I'm really sorry Evan."

"I am too." He was quick to respond, but his reply sounded a little dry and not like he really meant it.

"Okay, I'm going now. See you soon."

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Evan's house was still the same from the outside. The lawn was taken care of, the bushes were trimmed, and the sidewalk leading up the front door was cleared of any weeds. Your shoes clacked against the pavement until you made a complete stop right outside the door. You had your fist in the air, ready to knock, but your anxiety was screaming no. Your mind was going 1,000 miles per hour, playing scenario after scenario with all of them ending in the worst way possible.

But before you knew it, the door was opening and you only had a few seconds to gather your thoughts and act prepared. Easier said then done. "Are you just going to stand there or come in?" Evan asked with an obviously forced smile. Without saying anything, you stepped into your old home and slid out of the coat you had been wearing. Music was softly playing in the background. The house was warm and it made you feel welcomed. . . But your anxiety made sure you kept your guard up.

Evan was in front of you now. He looked better than the last time you saw him. His eyes weren't as sunken in and his cheeks were definitely more full. It looked like he'd been going back to the gym, his arms that once looked like they lost all definition had definitely gotten more toned over the past few months. His hair was long on the top and short on the sides — it was basically buzzed last time. All in all; he looked healthy.

"So," He swayed back and fourth on his feet. "How are you?"

Shrugging, you let you hands slide protectively around your stomach. "Grumpy and pregnant." You stated without even realizing it until you looked up and noticed how red Evan's face was getting. His stare was cold and hard and you knew he was angry. Swallowing thickly, you took a small step back to add more space in between you two. "Surprise?" You added, feeling your face twist with concern and fright.

"Christ." He cursed and turned his back toward you with his arms crossed over his chest and his head shaking in a disappointed manner.

"It's not as bad as it sounds—"

"Not as bad as it sounds," He repeated sarcastically and turned back around. "You're fucking pregnant, (Y/N)!" He yelled in frustration along with pointing an accusing finger at you. "Do you even realize what this means?! You're. Having. A. Kid."

"Evan—"

"No!" He cut you off. "How the hell do you expect to take care of a kid when you're still a kid yourself?" Your eyes started water as you stared at him in surprise and anger. You at least thought he'd be a little supportive, but no. "And do you actually think Jonathan is going to stick around? The last person he got pregnant, he left. Why do you think he moved to L.A. in the first place?!"

And that's when you cracked. The tears you had been holding started bursting down your cheeks like the rapid rivers in Colorado. Your head screamed for you to run, but all your legs did was wobble. Your hands shook violently by your side as you tried your best to hold back a cry of despair; though you failed and some of it came out as a quiet whimper. Your head hurt from all the stress and pressure, to the point your vision blurred and you needed to use the wall to stay standing.

Evan noticed and cut his words short. His hands immediately went to your shoulders to keep you from falling. After stabilizing you, he silently lead you to the couch, where you sat down and pulled your knees up to your chest. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight — so tight that you couldn't help but feel safe even though he was the one who made you upset. "I'm sorry, Okay?" He breathed. "I didn't mean any of that."

"Y-You're an asshole." You choked. "Jonathan would never leave me."

He let go of you only to look you in the eyes. "(Y/N). . . That's why he left North Carolina, because he got a girl pregnant and he didn't want to be apart of its life. That's just who he is. . . He wouldn't ever amount to anything like that. . I'm sorry."

"He can't leave." You whispered. "He can't leave me with twins."

"Twins? God." He sighed. "Look, if he leaves, then you can stay here. Alright? I'll help you look after your babies . . . Do you know their gender?" He rubbed your back reassuringly.

You nodded. "Girl and boy." This whole thing felt a little more than surreal. Your chest ached at the though of Jonathan leaving and deep down you felt Evan was right. You should've done more research on him. You should've asked more questions. . . But it was hard considering he was always hiding behind that mask of his. "I'm so stupid." You cried. "How could I have been so careless?"

"Hey, that's over now. Okay?" Evan soothed. "You're going make a great mother, with or without Jonathan."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. ."

You threw your arms around him again. "Are things okay between us?"

"Yes." He nodded into your shoulder. "I could never stay mad at you, (Y/N)."

You felt a little more okay inside knowing that Evan was going to support you now. . . All you had to do was worry about Jonathan. Will he actually leave? Or will he finally man up and stay?

(I'll edit this later. Lol)(I also changed the cover.)