Loving Him *complete*

Chapter 43

A/N since i havent updated in a while, here you go. . . . .

Song for this chapter:

· Small Bump- Ed Sheeran

' A woman becomes a mother when she is pregnant, a man becomes a father when he sees his child. . '

( Juno, The Movie )

--- 5 months later

~ Sam's p.o.v

" Hey there baby." I cooed softly to my stomach, my hands stroking it lightly. The slight bump that began to form was weird inner my touch, Tia feeling of warmth spreading throughout my body.

I hummed quietly, eyes closed as out soothed me. The baby books I was given were spread all over my bed and floor, half read. I never knew there was so much to learn for being a mother, I never knew it was so much work. And I also didn't never knew I would love my baby even though I didn't know them.

When I had first gotten the news about being pregnant, I was in denial. I didn't want to believe that I had a baby inside me, that I was going to be a mom. I also didn't want to believe that Flynn was the father.

I went straight to sleep, I didn't wake up for 2 days. I was exhausted for who knows how why. Then when I wow up, I was starving. I craved the most weirdest foods. Peanut butter and tomatoes, nutella and popcorn, lettuce and licorice. I don't even like licorice, but when I ate it, it felt like I was in heaven. Until I had to throw up 2 minutes later.

The days grew by and I grew hungrier and hungrier. My father says it's because I'm feeding for two now. When he said that, I threw a chair. Apparently my hormones get the best of me. Meaning that I get angry easier, along with being sad, happy, mean, snarky, impulsive. . You get the gist. Basically I'm bipolar. It doesn't really matter anyways because I'm alone in this Sam room. There's no one to talk to in hee to get me mad, happy or mad at. I'm simply alone with only myself to take to, and the baby of course.

Looking down at my belly now, I smiled. I was happy. I was going to have a baby and I was going to love them, care for them and do everything that I missed out on in my childhood. They'll have a family.

At the mention of family, I became angry. I was mad at them, no one has come to see me yet. The whole two months that I've been held up in here, and still don't know why, nobody had came to see how I was doing. That only meant one thing.

Nobody cared.

The people who I thought would be there for me no matter what was nowhere to be found. The only thing that surrounded me were white walls with shelves full of books that I've read more than once. I've had nothing else to do since iv'e been in here and it's getting really lonely. I missed everyone.

Most importantly, I missed him.

The guy I fell so hard for after just a couple months. The guy who gets on my damn nerves because he's such a dick at times. The guy who is the most charming person as can be when he wants to. The guy who has the brown curly hair and green bright eyes.

Harry.

I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I miss him. Sooo much that it's ridiculous.

Every time I try to not think about him he resurfaces with his stupid good looks and charming wits. I just want to faint from the overwhelming feeling he gives me. The way he softly caressed my cheek that first time we kissed on the edge of my bed, the way he looked at me like I was the only one there. When he smiled bright at the sight of the drawing I drew of him in my sketchbook. All those little details that made me fall deeper and deeper each day I saw him. I was doomed from the start.