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VII

MONSTER

Three months had passed since Harry and I saw each other. He had been insisting that I should go to the US and he knew that was impossible.

We had been doing better since the night we had shared. It felt like there was a piece of us given to each other and that will be forever etched on our souls.

For the last few days, Harry has been nagging me of his "What if questions."

He has been asking me questions like "what if I go there in your University, what would you do?", "what if I go there, where can I stay? Can I stay in your flat?", "Do they allow boys there in your flat?" and like so questions.

And Harry continuously asking those questions already made me knew that he will go here.

He just couldn't keep a secret to himself. I just did not say to him that I already know what he was planning whenever I'll see him smirking when I say I missed him. I know he'll be less happy when he finds out I already know his plans. Pretending to be surprised wouldn't hurt.

I was walking down the hallway wondering when will Harry show up when I felt the same nauseous feeling I had always felt this past few days. I quickly ran towards the restroom but my head felt like they were shot by shooting daggers, my eyesight being blurry and I felt myself slowly sinking into the depth of blackness.

The next thing I knew, I was laying in our University clinic and Harry was holding my hand like his life depends on it.

"Love, are you okay?" The first thing he said when he saw me awake.

I stared at him waiting for him to disappear like he always do in my dreams. But this is one strong of a fella. He did not fade away only because he's real.

"H-Harry?"

"Love, how are you feeling?" Harry looked at me intensely and immediately I knew something's up.

The curtain moved and in the nurse came.

"Ms. Hill." She called my attention and looked at me disapprovingly while shaking her head. Her eyes drifting from me to Harry.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong. But it seems like there's some kind of note not being taken seriously by kids like the two of you." She sarcastically said.

I saw Harry looked at her with piercing eyes.

"The vitals are good, you know? And congrats! You're ten weeks pregnant. You forgot to use protection, darlings."

Pregnant?

Pregnant.

I am pregnant. And Harry looks so distress.

"I-I can't be." Harry gripped my hand tightly.

"But you are." The nurse said from the outside of our curtain.

Harry sighed so loud I thought he'll talk back to the old nurse. I looked at him but he was now staring at our clasped hands.