I leant against the tree and sunk to the floor. Harry stayed stood up, infront of me so i would be facing his knees if i didnt have my head in mine. Harry was pretty damn tall. I breathed out heavily, trying to think how i should tell him. Paris was pregnant, he knew that. What he didnt know was that she had been hospital for... i cant even remember right now. he didnt know i was dying of worry inside, he didnt know she was pregnant via a one night stand, he didn't know the dad was pretty much living on our sofa now, he didnt know the baby was really, really small.. who am i kidding? he knew next to nothing.
I looked up to see a pair of hazel brown eyes full of worry and concern staring down at me.
"Ok...um...so Paris..." i took a shaky breath and ran my hands through my hair. then i slowly, shakily told him everything i had stored in my memory. And yeah, i started crying, i started crying buckets.
"...And shes...coming home tommorow.."
Harry knelt down infront of me and wrapped his arms around me. i leant against him again and sobbed. for longer than a sob should last. he pulled me away from him so his eyes were level with mine.
"They'll be ok, so will you." i gave him a small weak smile and re-focused my eyes on the leaf of the floor, if i looked into his eyes for too long i would cry again. he ruffled my hair and pulled me to my feet, he held my hands for a second too long.
We walked over to the gates and i turned to him to say goodbye. he was already looking at me. he looked like he was thinking about something.
"im gonna go, see you at school?"
he blinked suddenly like id burst his thought bubble. the nodded. i turned around a started walking.
"Pippa!" i turned back around, again.
"Ill walk your way." i stood there and waited for him to power walk upto me.
"that adds like 15 minutes to your way home."
he shrugged,
"you look like you could use the company."
i couldnt argue with that, because i really did. we turned the corner and slowly i felt harrys arm drape over my shoulders.
i glanced sideways at him, he always put his arm around me but this felt...different.
when we reached my house harrys arm dropped from my shoulders. i turned around to say goodbye to him but he pulled me into a hug again. i rested my head on his chest. he suddenly kissed the top of my head,yeah hed never done that.
i pulled away and walked over to my door, i turned around to give harry a wave, he was still looking at me, holding my gaze. thats when i nearly ran inside.

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An Auntie at 14.
Novela Juvenil"Mum...it's positive." Those are the words that changed our lives for ever. My mum, Me and my older sister Paris have just been hit by a bombshell. Paris is only eighteen and she's already pregnant. Shes determend to keep it but mums not exactly ove...