Tegan's pov
''I'm so sorry miss smith but you've had a miss-carriage'' i watched the doctors lips moving. he stood up from the edge of my bed where he was currently seated
what. what is happening but...
no it cant be, the only time me and harry ever is when...when he was drunk, it had no meaning it wasn't special like the things i imagined this just cant be happening.
he is going to hate me for this, i hate my self for this.
because of my stupid mistakes i killed a little baby, mine and Harry's little baby,
''Tegan..'' Harry's soft voice broke my train of thought.
his hands traced a silky line down my rigid cheek leading down to my chin picking my face causing me to look him in the eye
but no they weren't filled with hate and despite as i imagined them to be they were in fact filled with worry and love
''i...i just'' i was cut of by Harry's warm soft lips crashing against mine like the sea crashes against rocks
a cold tear rolled down my cheek as he caught it and whipped it away with the pad of his thumb
''hey hey its okay i thought i told you pretty girls aren't supposed to cry'' he smiled as i leaned it to his warm chest in hailing the usual warm scent of cologne
''i know but...just everything right now ...I'm sorry'' i howled into his chest drenching
''dont be sorry'' his calm words soothed me as i felt a light kiss be placed on the top of my head
flashback
booming music. people passed out on the floor, yes this was Defoe a styles party, i was sort of just lounging around by my self, i was never really into these party's when suddenly i felt strong arms snake around my waist the warmth of Harry's breath slid down the back of my neck as he whispered ''i love you''
id'e only had about 4 to 5 drinks so i wasn't as tipsy..well maybe a little bit but harry on the other hand was now n his 9th drink and would laugh at everything and anything. he took my petite hand in his own and led me up the stairs till his room. i slowly followed and made sure i looked OK in the long golden framed mirror down the hallway.
my messy hair was shoved up in a high pony golden hoops in my ears and makeup to perfection. for my attire high wasted shorts a black green day crop ed tee and some black vans and as usual a billion anklets. i don't even know i just have some kind of obsession.
harry led me to his room and before i had a chance to breath his lips smacked on the mine in the most passionate way possible. my legs instantly hooked around his toned torso and my arms latched around his neck. i pulled away from the kiss to get some air and traced the butterfly tattoo on his stomach
he carried me to the bed and we both collapsed to the soft mattress beneath us. harry had somehow managed to whack his head causing us both to erupt into a fit of laughter. i was no straddling his lap staring into his deep green eyes filled with love.
i loved harry and this is what i wanted, hes my world and i wouldn't be this far without him.
he began to pull my shirt over my head and sucking on the now bare skin at first it hurt then it became a feeling of passion and love...
he slid down his pants and along with that my panties and shorts...
flashback over'
AN -
OK sorry this was a short shitty chapter but everyone is telling me to update and ive had writers block so here it is, also im giving a hugee massive shoutout to vic cash i think you should read her book trapped inside my walls its a harry fanfic and its just insanely good so go read
