a/n: before i start, i just wanted to say there is some crazy drama happening in this one. well, crazy in my opinion. because i would never get- nevermind, read it ;) ::sophie
Sophie's P.O.V
*BTW, Sophie and Harry 'did stuff' ;) a week before now. (so, had sex..)*
*Two weeks later*
I wake up and sit up, a wave of nausea coming over me. I clap a hand over my mouth and jump out of bed, waking Harry in the process. He rushes to the bathroom after me and holds my hair back when I puke, rubbing my back. I stop and sit up, breathing hard as Harry flushes the toilet. He strokes my hair.
'Jesus.' he murmurs. 'Are you alright?' I stand up shakily and go to the sink, getting a cup of water. I nod slowly as I wash out my mouth and then chug the rest of the water. Harry comes up behind me and slides his arms gently around my waist. I lick my dry lips and look in the mirror at my pale face. He kisses my temple and then rests his head on my shoulder. 'You rest, okay, babe?' he whispers and I nod again. I pull away from him and walk back to the bed. 'I'll be downstairs making you toast.' he says. I lie in the bed and manage an 'Okay'. He goes downstairs and I sit there wondering why I'm sick. I've been craving a lot lately... and I threw up a couple times in the past week while Harry wasn't home... suddenly a crazy idea hits me.
I get up and rush to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. I gently lift the small, loose tile behind the toilet and pull out the small box, pulling one out with a shaky hand. I sit on the toilet and hold it between my legs, then pull it away. I stare at the pregnancy test in my hand and breathe in sharply just as I hear the bedroom door open. I bite my lip and shove the stuff back into the hole, covering it with the tile again. I flush the toilet and open the door to Harry looking worriedly at me with a plate in his hand.
'H-h-hey, Haz.' I stutter quietly. He leads me to the bed and I sit, motioning for him to sit with me. He looks worried again and sets the toast down, sitting beside me and taking my hands in his. I look down at the ground and back up. He stares at me with his deep green orbs and I feel a strong twist in my stomach. 'Well, I.. uh.. we.. I...'
'Soph.' he interrupts gently. 'Just tell me.'
'I'm, well......' I start.
'Well?' he says. I take a deep breath.
Harry's P.O.V
Words are coming out of Sophie's mouth but I can't focus on them. I see her soft, pink lips moving and I watch her hazelly green eyes flicking to the ground and back up at me nervously. I see her fingers running through her thick, soft hair and a tear trickling down her cheek. That's when I listen in again.
a/n: i have absolutely no idea what it's like to be pregnant, so this could be completely unaccurate, but i'll try my best. haha
'I'm pregnant,' she whispers finally, barely audible. My eyes flick up to hers.
'Mine?' I ask, just to be sure. She nods.
'Yes, you idiot, yours.' she chokes out with a nervous laugh. I chuckle hoarsely.
'Right.' I reply. 'What.. what do you want to do?' She sighs and I feel my heart swell at her pale, nervous face.
'I- I- I- I don't know.' she blurts. 'I can't raise a baby,'
'Hey,' I say, taking her chin and tilting her face to look at me. 'We'll do this TOGETHER.' She looks at me. 'I love you.' I tell her. She nods as another tear trickles down her cheek and I wipe it away with my thumb.
