Harry and Greta (One Direction Fanfic)

Harry and Greta: Chapter 14

Chapter 14

The floor was hard, the tiles were cold, my tears were dry, my heart was shattered, my baby was growing.

This isn't what I wanted.

This isn't what I needed.

But it was what had happened.

It was morning and I had woken up to the feel of not having my bed underneath me. Harry had his arms around me, tight and loving, comforting and supporting.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was pregnant. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I would be a teenage mom... I had never thought of that before... That just made me more anxious...

My head hurt, and my body ached. I was weak, not only because of the baby but because of my mood last night. My eyes were dry, and I didn't think I could cry anymore. I thought I was all teared out by the amount of tears I shred last night.

I got up onto my knees to look down at Harry. How could I do this to him... He was so amazing, and I've just ruined everything... His eyes fluttered open and he got up and just held me. No words, not a sound, only the touch of his body.

His body language, normally calm and cool, was anxious and stiff. His eyes, normally sparkling green, we're grey and teary. He wasn't himself. He said nothing. He just took one look at me and put his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees, in the corner of the bathroom. I just wanted to grab him and shake him out of him and tell him it was okay... But it wasn't.

I need to throw up... Not again...

I whipped my head to face the toilet and threw up on and off for about 15 minutes... Kill me now...

I turned around to see if Harry was gonna help but he still sat there, not looking up, all I could see was his hair and the top of his head, but I could tell he was sad, I could tell he was in the verge of tears.

We sat there, dead but breathing. I looked over to him to see he still hadn't moved from his melancholy position, neither had I. The whole morning we hadn't said a word to eachother. I couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"Let's go inside," I said. He lifted his head and I saw his face. Dark, deep circles under his eyes made him look sick. He just nodded.

He took me by the hand and we walked into our bedroom. One place alone to another.

We lay on the bed looking at the celling, staring helplessly, hoping it would make a difference.

He placed his hand on my stomach... I placed mine on top of his... This was for real...

I moved over to cuddle up to him. I felt something wet on my forehead and looked up at his face. One tear...

"We need to talk about it..." he said. I had never heard him so serious.

"I don't want to talk about it..." I mumbled. I didn't want to bring it up, even though it was the only thing on both of our minds.

He shook his head, "We have to talk about it..." he half sat up and waited for me to face him. I didn't want to fight him. I was too weak, too depressed.

"When did you find out?" he asked.

This was the last thing I wanted to recall back to, "A couple of hours before you came in..." I said avoiding eye contact. "I think I'm about 2 weeks pregnant..."

"Are you sure you're... You know..."

"You saw the tests!" I angrily let out.

He waited a little for me to calm down, "Does anyone else know?"