The ending of Sarah and Harry's story, will they or won't they?
It has been five years since Harry and Sarah have seen each other. Sarah is now 29 and she is happily living in New York and pursuing her career. Harry is now 30 and he is living in Ho...
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It's finally the day, the day of the paternity test. Harry and I are sitting patiently in the waiting room, my heart feeling as though it may beat out if my chest at any moment. We're going to find out who the father is in a couple of weeks, and it all starts with today. I'm nervous, afraid that it could be Corey in the long run.
Harry notices my nerves, notices how hard it is for me to stay calm at this moment. His hand reaches over and grasps mine, his thumb calmingly passing over my knuckles. It helps that he isn't watching me, that he isn't trying to look into my eyes. He's just holding me--holding part of me within him--which is all I could ever really ask for at this point.
I look at the couple across from us, noticing their wedding rings and smiling faces. He's holding onto his wife's hand like it's the last thing he gets to keep when the world ends, and she's looking into him with no care or worry. They're actually in love, and it's two-sided.
They have probably been planning their baby, probably have a whole scrapbook dedicated to it. They're not here for the same reason Harry and I are, for the same kind of uncertainty. They're here because they are certain, because they love each other and made a baby out of that.
I let out a deep breath, my nerves calmer now as Harry continues to softly caress my hand. I glance over at him, my eyes focused on the small cut still on his lip and the bruise underneath his eye. They haven't healed yet, and everytime I look at them I remember that my fucked up life caused it.
Harry told me all about Lily's reaction, how he'd never tell her the whole truth but she'd never stop nagging him until he did. I feel responsible for the rift in their relationship, for the fighting and the divide. They were probably happy before I started showing up again, happy like Harry and I used to be.
His words from last week still ring in my ears. "I love you too. It's just a different kind of love now." He doesn't know how badly I wanted to ask him why, why it had been different now when back then it had been everything.
I know that I'm asking for too much, that I'm begging for him to hold onto the old people we used to be. I just want him to remember what our love felt like, how it had taken control of us and drove us practically mad. We fought against everything to have it, and then we didn't even bother arguing against anything to keep it. We were weak in the end, and maybe that's just what he needed. For me, all I know is that I'm suffering.
"Sarah Montgomery." The nurse calls me in from the window, my thoughts being brought back into the present. Harry looks over to me, for the first time today. He gives me a half-smile, the both of us knowing that this isn't exactly the most ideal moment for happiness.
The couple across the room smiles up at us as we walk away, the woman giving me a thumbs up before I disappear behind the door. From everyone else's eyes Harry and I probably look like a couple, like a happy couple that's here to check up on their baby. Our reality is much different though, even as it doesn't seem that way.
