How To Love Again. (Sequel to 5YIN)

-twenty-

  Life is funny. It really is. It's full of hurt, happiness, laughter, tears, and everything that makes up what will be a masterpiece in the end. Months ago, I was alone. And hurt and unsure of what could happen to me. But God did what he did best, he put us back together. Like an easy puzzle that's the least bit puzzling. You know where everything is supposed to be and what it's supposed to look like. That was me and Harry.

We walked back to my house that next morning. Hand in hand enjoying the sun that was just barely risen and the warm South Carolina air.

"Do you think she'll kick me out again? Will we have to run off again?" Harry joked as he referred to my mother.

"No." I smiled and leaned into him. I wasn't sure of what was going to happen but going into my mother's house with Harry under good terms was going to be a foreign thing. But it could also be a great thing.

When we reached my house I pulled the screen door open and walked in to find my mother eagerly sitting on the couch.

"Is he here?" She stood up.

"Yes." I nodded slowly and turned around as Harry walked through the door. I held his hand. My heart hurt looking at the scared expression on his face.

"Harry." My mom walked towards him and much to my surprise wrapped him into a hug.

"I am so sorry." She pulled away and looked at him with the most sincere look I've ever seen her give anyone. He didn't say anything. He just nodded understandingly. 

"Well, what are you doing today?" She asked as she walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter with her coffee.

"I'm not exactly sure. I came here so I could shower and stuff. Which I'm gonna do now." I smiled and began walking out of the room when the head ache I had been feeling nonstop began pulsing in my head.

"Shit." I half yelled as I stopped and put my finger tips on my temples.

"What's wrong?" My mom and Harry ask at the same time.

"I have this headache and it won't go away. It's nothing." I smiled and kept walking towards the stairs. I held onto the railing as I slowly went up the stairs. I reached my room and closed the door gently behind me before sauntering over to my closet and picking out an out fit to wear for my day with Harry. My hands were fumbling around through my closet when my stomach turned in the worst way. I stopped and held my hands to my stomach.

"Oh god." I ran into my bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet. I gagged as the vomit came up my throat and released infront of me. I knelt on the floor as his continued to come out. I gasped for air as soon as it stopped. My body collapsed on the floor and wondered what I possibly could've eaten or how I could've gotten a virus. But I soon realized I didn't have a virus, and I didn't eat any rotten food.

                                                                       *Harry*

"So what have you been up to?" Alison's mom asked me about a thousand questions since Al when upstairs to shower.

"Not much, recently divorced." I nodded realizing how ridiculous it sounded. I said it so casually. Like I just talked about the new fucking toilet seat cover I bought at the store.

"I heard all about that. You're too young to be married anyway." She sat down infront of me. 

"Yeah. Clearly I am too young for that. It didn't work out too well." I picked up the coffee she made for me and took a sip. It burned like hell.

"Well I always knew you and Ali were something different." She looked at me.

"No offense, but then why did you try so hard to fu- stop it." Cursing at this woman was the last thing I needed to do.

"I really don't know. It was extremely wrong and I can't tell you how sorry I am. But after I divorced my husband, I realized I didn't want Alison to feel the empty lonely feeling I felt. I knew the only person she could ever be happy with was you. So I backed off finally. But it was after you were gone and up until recently I prayed every night that you'd be back." 

I smiled a bit at this woman who I pinned as the biggest bitch I'd ever met. But it's funny how things change sometimes. It really is.

"Harry?" Alison called from her room.

"Well, she needs you." Alison's mom gestured towards the stairs and I jogged up to Ali's room.

"What's up?" I said as I walked into the room but din't see her sitting there. I looked to my left to see her in a crumbled heap on her bathroom floor.

"Alison? Are you okay?" I bent down by her side.

"Have you been throwing up?" I gagged at the smell of this small ass room.

"Yes." She sat up and leaned on me for support.

"Well, why?" I helped her up and lead her over to her bed.

I looked at her. Her face had no color. She looked like the life had been drained from her in the matter of an hour. She looked up at me with scared eyes.

"Harry, you didn't use a condom last night." Holy fuck. My heart stopped and I sat down next to her.

"What are you saying?" I looked at her with wide eyes.

"I think I'm pregnant." 

A/N: Hahaahhh. I'll update sooooooon. Let me know what ya think.