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54. Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?
Having brushed your teeth, and gotten ready to go to sleep, you were sitting in bed, a book between your fingers, waiting for Harry to come back out. When your boyfriend was home and not a million miles away you could never make yourself go to bed before him. Maybe you were scared he wouldn’t be there in the morning, or maybe you just couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact he was really there with you. You marked your place when you heard the bathroom door creak open, closing the book and placing it on the nightstand beside you. A smile on your face as your boyfriend walked towards the closet, throwing his dirty clothes in the hamper.
“Baby, do you have something to tell me?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his voice reached yours ears. You wracked your brain for any important news or event in your life that you hadn’t told him already, but not a single thing came to mind.
“I mean, I don’t think so…do I?”
“Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, his lips forming a tight line as he got in his side of the bed. Your heart dropped to your stomach, he wasn’t meant to see that. You had been scared, having been several days late on your period, and you wanted to be absolutely sure of anything before concerning your extremely busy boyfriend.
“I, um I was just a little scared, I’m not pregnant I swear.” You wrung your hands together, not wanted to meet Harry’s glance. He placed his index finger under your chin, turning your head to look at him.
“Hey, it’s okay I’m not mad, but why didn’t you tell me, darling?” His lips formed into a frown as you look a deep breath.
“I just wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to worry you about anything because you were so busy, and I don’t know, I was just a little scared.”
“I want to know these things baby, we’ve got to communicate with each other,” he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “I wouldn’t be upset if you were pregnant, in fact quite the opposite. Maybe it’s not what we would have planned, but I’ve always wanted to have a baby with you.”
58. You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?
Harry wouldn’t stop glancing over at you every few minutes as the two of you sat on the couch, waiting for the dinner to be done in the oven. You let out a little huff as you caught him looking over at you once again.
“Can I help you?” You grumbled out as you put your phone down.
“Baby, you’ve barely talked to me for a couple days now, and I think this is the closest we’ve been together since we’ve been up,” he rubbed the back of his neck, chewing the inside of his cheek anxiously, “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” You let out a small sigh, looking back down at your phone your hands shaking at the sight of a particular text message. He slapped his knee softly, motioning you over to come sit in his lap. You took a shaky breath getting up from the soft cushions and placed yourself on top of him as he enclosed his tattooed arms around your waist.
“Can you talk to me, baby? I want to know if I did something wrong or what’s gotten you so upset.” Your heart fluttered at his concern, knowing how much he ached to help you.
“No, no you did nothing wrong, you’re perfect.” You flinched as your phone vibrated with another text. He held you tighter as he looked from you, down to your phone and back again, realization washing over his face. Your heart raced as he brought the device up to his eyes, tensing up at the sight of your abusive ex’s number popping up on the screen.
“How long as he been bothering you again?” You silence only made him grow more tense, “Baby, how long has he been bothering you again?” His question was more firm as he repeated himself. You dug your face into the crook of his neck, trying to hold back the tears you wanted to desperately release. You had been through this before and knew what Harry could do, you just wanted to ignore it all.
You finally let out a feeble response, “A few days.” He immediately threw your phone down on the couch, bringing you in against his chest as he placed his other hand on your head.
“I’’ll take care of him babe, he won’t bother you ever again.”
