Happpiness is a butterfly
request: could u please write a fic w prompts 12,14,26,30,31 for Osman? he’s the only one w no backstory and I’m so curious! maybe like had a s/o before the season and it ended really badly w them losing a baby?
prompts used: 12. If you leave it’s over. 14. She’s at the nurse’s office. 26. Just leave. 30. I’m pregnant. 31. Fuck off.
tags: tags: @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname @alwysblue
trigger warning!: mention of abortion, miscarriage and teenage pregnancy
(a/n): I was so scared to not write Osman appropriately in this situation but I tried! Keep in mind that this happens before season one so he’s much more money minded than before. That being said, get ready for some angst.
As you waited in one of the school’s bathroom stalls, you bit down in your nails to distract yourself from the two pregnancy tests in front of you. Nevertheless, a million thoughts crossed your mind.
What were you going to do?
What was your family going to say?
What was Osman going to say?
You weren’t dumb, but you had just assumed it had to be a stomach bug from something you had eaten. The mood swings, the headaches, the sudden urge to vomit when Osman approached you with baklava or one of your friends was drinking beer. However, you didn’t think much of it until you had biology class, and your teacher was describing your same symptoms while talking about common pregnancy symptoms.
It felt like someone had thrown a whole bucket of water on you once you realized you had missed your period for two weeks. Still, you prayed for the test to be negative. You tried to convince yourself that it would be negative.
Once a few minutes passed, you slowly grabbed both pregnancy test and stared at the two ink lines in both of them. As soon as you hid them in your bag, you felt sick, the realization of having a baby coming to you as you threw up for the second time that day.
As you washed your mouth you were grateful everybody else was outside in the school’s yard. You looked extremely pale, your lower lip trembling slightly as you fixed your tie. You were seventeen, making plans for college, not for a baby. Besides, you didn’t care what people would think but you knew your parents would go crazy and arrange a marriage for you. Would Osman be okay with that? Would he offer to marry you or just let your parents marry you with some man who doubled your age?
You had to tell him first, it would be easier than telling your parents. Maybe you could tell them together. You two had been dating for a few months after being friends, he would be supportive.
You knocked softly on the classroom he always used for his group of nerds to do assignments and homework. The door opened with a creak, and once he noticed it was you, he stopped counting the bills of money he had between his hands, his whole demeanor changing with a smile.
“Can I talk to you?” You asked approaching him.
With only a simple nod, the rest of the students left the room, leaving you two together. You stood in front of him, his hands resting on the sides of your waist while you prepared yourself for the news that would change your lives for the better, you hoped.
“What happened?” Osman asked giving you that lovestruck look he only had for you, and you felt your nerves calm a bit.
You dug your nails into the palms of your hands before blurting it out, wanting to get it off your chest as soon as possible. “I’m pregnant.”
It took him a moment to absorb your words, completely silent all of a sudden and you assumed he was processing what you had just said.
“What?” He mumbled, his hands losening around your waist, losing all tension which seemed to rise right to his chest.
You handed him the two pregnancy tests you had hid before on you bagpack’s pocket. He took them and fixed his stare on them, backing up slightly from you, his chest freezing in place as his lungs forgot how to work while you tapped your foot on the floor.
“Are you going to keep it?” He asked quietly all of a sudden.
You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean am I keeping it?”
“That didn’t come out right, wait.” He quickly apologized as you took the pregnancy tests and left them again in your bag.
“So, what were you trying to say Osman?” You asked stepping away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.
He looked lost with words, not knowing what to say as he stared at the floor, probably thinking what to do now. “Do you want to have a baby? Honestly, right now?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “I don’t know.” You mumbled.
“We can’t have a baby. We’re in high school still, there’s no way we can support it.” He tried to explain to you as you manteined a serious look.
“Well, what do you want me to do then?” You asked. When he didn’t answer, you continued, already knowing what he was thinking about. “If I do that I could die, do you realize that?”
“I had to shoplift the pregnancy tests because they would call my parents if I bought them, and I would need their signature to get an abortion.” You interrupted him.
He avoided your gaze, still looking at the floor trying to come up with a solution. “I can try to find someone who is trustworthy to do it.”
You thought about it for a few minutes, Osman finally looking at you until his eyes fixated on your still flat stomach.
“How far are you?” He asked and you meet his eyes.
“Um, I don’t know. I haven’t gone to a doctor yet. When was the last time we...?”
“Four weeks.” He answered quickly as he had started to think of the same thing the minute you announced your condition. “We still have time to do it.”
You shrugged. “I don’t know if I want to.”
He wasn’t expecting you to say that, the expression on his face a mixture of surprise and confusion. “We don’t have to think much of it, if you want. It’s for the best of us.”
“I can’t do it.” You refused firmly.
“What are you going to do then?” He asked a bit impatient.
You sighed, not knowing what answer to give him. “I don’t know, but we can work it out. We have to talk about this.”
“We need to be realistic. You can’t be serious.” He said turning away from you.
You looked at him as he made his way to a table full of notebooks, his back facing you.
“You can’t think of this like it’s a business meeting. We did this together, we can manage it.” You said, your voice shaky with distress.
“We can’t. We haven’t even finished school, we don’t have jobs, we don’t have a house to raise it, I don’t have enough money...” Osman snapped, his voice faltering in the end.
You felt a lump building in your throat, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to cry.
“I’m going to keep it.” You firmly stated.
The bell rang, and his group of nerds entered the classroom to collect their notebooks and start to deliver them to different students. They could feel the tension in the room, Osman doing his best to ignore you while counting bills with shaking hands and you with a tired look on your face with your arms crossed.
“It’s a busy day, I have to set up the new schedules for the cafeteria.” He said once he finished counting the bills and the other students started leaving the room again in their way to class.
“Osman.” You tried again but he only made his way to grab his jacket. “If you leave it’s over.”
Your voice cracked in the end, and although he stopped for a moment a looked at you to see if you were serious, he still left the room, leaving you alone wiping your tears on your cheeks.
The next two weeks you didn’t talk to each other, him believing you would come back to him saying you changed your mind and you only focusing on what was going to happen the next few months. You managed to attend a clinic far from your house and gave a fake name, praying they wouldn’t call your parents. Luckily, your doctor was sympathetic of your condition, probably pitying you so she didn’t ask many questions, offering as much help as she could.
You didn’t have a visible bump yet, but you still tried to hid it the best you could with oversized clothes or one of your jackets. You still suffered from morning sickness and now fatigue, but you assumed it was normal, as well as feeling your body changing.
You knew you would have to talk to Osman one day, but you still expected him to apologize. Still, he seemed only focus on his business, not even sparing you a glance when you were in the same room and you were with your friends.
Nevertheless, even though Osman tried his best to focus on school and the cafeterias, he couldn’t stop that thought that you were carrying his baby. He knew you weren’t that far along and that you were ignoring him, but one day he was at the library, he couldn’t help but look at you as you stood on your tiptoes to grab a book from one of the shelves. Your shirt rose up slightly, but still you didn’t look like you were pregnant. He began to think about the next weeks, you would go through major changes, and all because he had gotten you pregnant. That made him realize that he was supposed to be next to you, helping you with everything you needed and that maybe you were right. You two could try to make it work. After all, he loved you. He really did, so he should be excited about starting a family with you even if you were still teenagers.
However, you didn’t go to school the next day he had come to terms to raising a child with you. You were nowhere to be seen, but he didn’t panic and assumed he would do that the next day.
You didn’t go the next day either.
You didn’t go the whole week, and that’s when he started getting worried. As he approached your friends, he was determined to talk to you that day, even if he had to go to your house.
“Where is (Y/N)?” He asked to the group of girls.
One of them rolled her eyes. “Fuck off.”
They had been surprised when you stopped hanging out with Osman, so they started pestering you with questions on what had happened or if you two had broken up. You had told them you had gotten into a fight with Osman and that he had said some hurtful things to you, but you never specified what he had said. That seemed to answer their questions, so they stopped asking, taking your side in the argument although they didn’t know what had really happened.
One of the other girls rolled her eyes. “She’s at the nurse’s office. She was sick the whole week.” She explained before Osman made his way to the nursery.
And there you were, sitting down on a chair while filing some papers. He felt the weight on his shoulders suddenly disappear, a small smile on his face now that he could talk to you.
“I need to talk to you. I thought about it, and you’re right, we could try to do this. I want to try, with you. I’ll be by your side in everything you need, I promise.” He said holding your hands as you stared at him with a confused look.
“Osman...” You started while blinking away some tears in your eyes, him noticing something was wrong because those weren’t tears of happiness. “I lost the baby.”
His smile slowly dropped as reality hit him like a truck. You swore you could see the moment his heart broke, his eyes glazing over with despair while you broke down crying.
He hugged you immediately, rubbing your back and stroking your hair while you continued sobbing. You didn’t have anybody else to talk about it, your friends and parents didn’t know. Osman was the only one.
You had had a miscarriage earlier that week, something your doctor told you it was common in the first trimester and even on a teenage pregnancy. You couldn’t tell anybody, so she gave you a doctor’s note saying you were suffering from a very bad fever and you had to rest in your house for a week.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone.” He said softly once you pulled back and wiped the rest of tears in your face.
“Osman, you left me alone when I told you I was pregnant.” You said staring at the floor, not sparing him a glance.
He furrowed his brows, trying to hold your hands again but you pulled away, crossing your arms. “But I’m sorry, I wanted to apologize and I wanted to keep the baby now.”
“It’s too late now.” You said with a blank stare. He tried to say something else, but before he could, you interrupted him. “I meant it when I said we were over.”
He didn’t move an inch, feeling like when you had told him you were pregnant, instead this time you weren’t nervous at all. You seemed certain of what you were saying, which scared him even more.
“What are you saying?” He quickly asked.
You sighed, feeling numb like you had felt the whole week. “Just leave.”
It was ironic how weeks before you had asked him to do the opposite, not to walk away from you. Now, you two were in a whole different situation, Osman without any intentions of leaving you, but you had made your mind.
You took your bag and left the boy in the room, just like he had done before.
