"Hey babe," Harry said, walking into your apartment. You were sat on the couch in the living room waiting for
him to arrive. You had some news for him; the way you saw it working out, it wasn't going to go in your favor. You pictured him either blowing up at you and telling you to never speak to him again or just leaving. Either scenario wasn't something you wanted, but better to be prepared for the worst.
"Hey Harry, can you come sit down with me? There's something that I have to tell you..." you said, trailing off at the end of your sentence.
He looked at you with a confused expression on his face, but complied with your request. There you both were, sat on the couch. It was the moment of truth. At this point, there was no turning back. It was now or never.
"Babe, just spit it out. Whatever you have to say, it can't be bad," he said with a small smile on his face.
Too bad he didn't know that the news you were about to tell him was life changing. After this moment, nothing between you would ever be the same again. As Harry was about to go off on another tangent of how you didn't need to be scared, the words flew out of your mouth.
"I'm pregnant..." you said with your eyes shut.
You couldn't bear to see the look in his eyes. After a few seconds, you heard nothing coming from his direction except for his heavy breathing. You opened your eyes and looked into his shocked seagreen ones.
His mouth was agape; his eyes were wide; he was frozen in time; frozen in the moment those two words left your lips. You tried shaking him, waving your hand in front of his face, everything to try to get him to react, but it was all to no avail. Nothing you could do would free him from this spell he was under.
When all hope seemed lost, he suddenly blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. He seemed to become aware of where he was at that moment. He looked down to see your hand holding onto his and jumped up as if he'd been burned. He ran to your bedroom and shut the door.
You got up to chase him. You banged on the door, hoping that he would listen to your cries. Nothing worked. He was in there with nothing but his thoughts. You could hear through the door that he was talking to someone. You could only assume that it was one of the boys. His voice stopped and you could hear shuffling around the room.
Suddenly, the door opened and out he walked, with his phone in one hand. He didn't make eye contact with you. He didn't say anything to you. He simply walked past you and into the hall leading towards the living room.
"Harry, stop! We have to talk about this. It's not just going to go away, okay? We NEED to do this NOW!" you yelled at your boyfriend of three years.
He turned around and looked at you with an emotion you had never seen directed towards you before; anger. "NO! We don't have anything to talk about. You either get rid of it or I'm leaving. We can't do this! I'm barely 18, you're only 17! How do you think this is going to work? I'm not ready to be a dad! I'm not ready for any of this. I'm giving you this option of what to do. Those are your only choices. You better choose wisely," he told you.
"How could you say that about your baby!? How could you not want him/her? And what makes you think I'm ready!? I'm NOT! But I'm going to take responsibility for my actions, unlike you! Getting 'rid of it', as you so kindly put it, isn't going to help anything! You know that it's going to always come back to haunt you! I seriously can't believe you right now!"
He chose to ignore you and continued walking towards the front door. He paused to put his shoes on and grab his jacket out of the closet. With his hand on the door knob, he let out a shaky breath. Without turning around to look at you, his last words were, "You better not be here when I come back."
