Los Angeles to London
Confusion and Wonder
Alex's POV
My mom and I were back at home. My mom made me a cup of tea and sat down across from me.
"Sweetheart, do you want to talk about it?"
I took a sip of tea before shaking my head. "I'm-" I paused, thinking about how to word what I wanted to say. "I'm just scared. Things with Harry and I have been going good, but we don't really know much about each other. I know that I love him and I know that he loves me, but I don't know if he loves me enough to deal with this." I motioned to my stomach. I still can't wrap my brain around the fact that I'm pregnant. "I don't even know if he wants kids. We haven't talked about about a future. I have know idea what's going to happen to us. Is he going to want me? The baby? How is he going to react? Will this ruin his career? I can't let him give up his career for this. What if the baby isn't his?" I paused, thinking again about how to word the rest of my thoughts. Dr. De Luca couldn't be sure how many weeks along I am because it was too early to tell with a urine test. He suggested that I get a blood test done when I visit an OBG/YN and they could tell me then. I looked back at my mom before continuing my thought. "And to be honest I don't even remember if we used condoms or not. Fuck. I think I'm more stressed out than I am scared."
"It's perfectly find to feel the way you do. If Harry is as respectable and caring of a man as I think he is then you don't have to worry about him leaving you and the baby. I haven't met him yet, but I can trust that your decision to be with him is a good one. And I know that you will be an amazing mom, and if he decides he doesn't want to do this with you for whatever reason, if he's not ready or if the father happens to be Max, I'll be here for you. You can always come home to LA and I'll help you in anyway I can. I love you and I won't let you do this alone."
I could see that my mom was trying to be strong for me, but she was just as nervous as I was.
"Thank you. Really. You're the best mom a girl could ask for. If things with Harry don't work, LA will be the first place I go. I mean the first place we go." I corrected myself before lightly placing my hand over my stomach. This was just too weird.
"I love to hear that, but something makes me believe that London will continue to be your home."
"Me too." I smiled, call it woman's intuition, but I knew Harry wouldn't fail me.
"Do you want me to stay longer? Until Harry get's back?"
"I'd love you too, but I think I need some time to myself to think about everything. How am I going to tell him?"
"I think you should wait till he gets back, you should tell him in person. Definitely not over the phone." She advised me.
"Yeah I think that's the way to go. But what do I say to him, How was Australia? Oh by the way I'm pregnant and it may or may not be yours. If it's not yours it's my asshole ex-boyfriends who used to force himself upon me. Yeah I think that'll work."
My mom died of laughter before she could respond to what I had just said. When she finally composed herself she replied to what I had said. "I don't think that's quite what you should say, but I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll just have to think about how to break it to him. I'm not necessarily afraid to tell him, I'm more afraid of what his reaction will be."
"That's how I felt when I told your dad about you. I'm sure that's how every woman feels, but he can only react one of two ways; good or bad."
"I'm just hoping it's good."
Alex's POV
November 4th
It's been 9 days since I found out I was pregnant. I've met with an OBG/YN by the name of Dr. Croft. She's been really helpful to me this past week and half, answering any questions I've had. I took Dr. De Luca's advice and got a blood test done to see if we could get a bette estimate as to how far along I am. I got the results yesterday, but they weren't what I had hoped for.
I'm sitting in the car with Joe waiting for Harry's flight to land. There are a lot of paparazzi waiting around for the boys arrival which gets me thinking. The paparazzi have been following me around a lot since that interview I had done went wrong, but surprisingly there haven't been any pictures of me going in and out of the doctors office. I'm thankful for that because I wouldn't want Harry to find out that I was pregnant thanks to a picture.
I'm pulled from my thoughts when Joe clears his throat. I look up and meet his gaze in the rear view mirror.
"I believe it's about time for Harry's flight to land." He states. I glance at the clock, he's right. Harry's flight has probably landed and I need to make my way out of the parking garage and over to the baggage claim area inside the airport. "Would you like me to drop you off at the curb?"
"No, no that's okay I'll walk." I could use some fresh air before I see Harry again. "If you could just meet us over there that way we don't make that big of a scene that'd be great." I smiled nervously at him. My stomach was in a mixture of knots and butterflies. I felt like I was going to vomit, but I tried my hardest to keep it down.
"Will do." He agreed with a smile.
I got out of the car, took a deep breath, and started making my way over to the airport.
I finally made it through the huge group of waiting paparazzi and fans. When I got close to the entrance of the airport a few security guards met me there and tried to shield me from the massive crowd forming around me. I felt a little self conscious with so many eyes on me, but I just tried to focus on the fact that I'd be seeing Harry again for the first time in 41 days.
I heard shrieking and knew that Harry was close, I couldn't see him yet, but I could sense his presence.
After a minute or two I could finally see him making his way over to me. His eyes were fixed on mine as he rushed through the crowd, not stopping to take pictures or sign anything like he usually does. Once Harry was only a few feet away from me, close enough that I could see his piercing green eyes, the guards around me parted.
Harry had a huge smile plastered to his face, his hand grasped my wrist and he pulled me into a hug. His right hand found its way to the nape of my neck, while is left hand went to the small of my back, pulling me close. I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding on for dear life. I tried to fight back the tears but I lost the battle.
"God, I've missed you." Harry mumbled into my ear.
I took a deep whiff of his "Harry" scent. He smelled the same as I had remembered. Masculine, minty, and mine.
He pulled me back at an arms length away to look at my face. "Don't cry." He whispered while moving his hands to either side of my head and wiping away the few tears rolling down my cheeks with his thumbs. After he removed the tears he stepped forward and placed a kiss on my forehead, making me smile. I heard a collection of gasps and awes that brought me back to reality and made me tense, we were still in the airport, and not alone like I wish we were. I think Harry felt my body tense up because he pulled me in for another hug before whispering in my ear. "Lets go home, yeah?" I nodded in agreement.
The security guards helped us through the crowd and to Joe who was standing outside of the car waiting for us. When we approached he opened the door for us, Harry let me climb in before him and seconds later he joined me. The trunk of the car closed after Joe placed Harry's bags in it. We pulled away from the curb and made our way home.
After a few seconds of quite Harry turned to me and took my face in his hands again. "I missed you so much. I love you." He told me before pulling my face to his. His lips crashed against mine. I could feel the longing and the passion. He wanted me and I wanted him. I wanted to continue to kiss him, but I was loosing my breath. I broke the kiss and took a deep breath, I opened my eyes to see his still closed before they fluttered open. I could see the same longing that I felt when his lips were against mine. Besides the longing I could see another emotion. Love? Was it love? Yeah it was definitely love. He loved me and I loved him and I knew we would get through this situation together.
"I love you." I reassured him once I caught my breath.
He sat back against his seat and took my hand in his, entwining our fingers as we rode in silence back to ourhome.
Once inside Harry dropped his bags and scooped me up into his arms. My legs wrapped around his torso as my hands went around the back of his neck. He pushed me up against a wall and started kissing me fiercely as his hands cupped my bottom. He broke away in enough time for me to catch my breath again. His lips trailed down my cheek, to my jaw, and down my neck. He started nipping and sucking at it. I felt the familiar rush of butterflies in my stomach as the longing for him became more intense. Harry nipped at the sweet spot on my neck and an involuntary moan escaped my mouth. I felt Harry smiling against my neck.
Still holding me, he made his way to the stairs, and up to our bedroom. He set me down on the bed and went for the hem of my shirt. Before I could think about what I was doing I grabbed his hands. "Harry. No. I- I can't."
He stopped immediately, confusion all over his face. His face fell before speaking to me. "Why not?"
"It's just that-" I paused. Was this really the way I was going to tell him. Right now before he was about to make love to me for the first time in 41 days? If I told him now I know it would totally ruin the moment and I had been looking forward to this moment since the last time I had seen him. But I knew that if I didn't tell him now that I'd loose my courage and I wouldn't tell him until god knows when.
"Are you on your period?"
"No, it's not that. It's just that um-" I paused again, the words just couldn't find their way out of my mouth. I sat there staring up at him, his face full of confusion and wonder. Confused as to why I stopped us from making love and wonder as to what was so important that I couldn't wait until later to tell him.
He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, clearly exhausted, probably from the long flight, before sitting down next to me. I turned to face him, he placed his hand on my knee before speaking. "Whatever it is. You can tell me."
I placed my hand on top of his, looked him straight in the eye and took a deep breath, finally the words found their way out of my mouth. "I'm pregnant."
My mom and I were back at home. My mom made me a cup of tea and sat down across from me.
"Sweetheart, do you want to talk about it?"
I took a sip of tea before shaking my head. "I'm-" I paused, thinking about how to word what I wanted to say. "I'm just scared. Things with Harry and I have been going good, but we don't really know much about each other. I know that I love him and I know that he loves me, but I don't know if he loves me enough to deal with this." I motioned to my stomach. I still can't wrap my brain around the fact that I'm pregnant. "I don't even know if he wants kids. We haven't talked about about a future. I have know idea what's going to happen to us. Is he going to want me? The baby? How is he going to react? Will this ruin his career? I can't let him give up his career for this. What if the baby isn't his?" I paused, thinking again about how to word the rest of my thoughts. Dr. De Luca couldn't be sure how many weeks along I am because it was too early to tell with a urine test. He suggested that I get a blood test done when I visit an OBG/YN and they could tell me then. I looked back at my mom before continuing my thought. "And to be honest I don't even remember if we used condoms or not. Fuck. I think I'm more stressed out than I am scared."
"It's perfectly find to feel the way you do. If Harry is as respectable and caring of a man as I think he is then you don't have to worry about him leaving you and the baby. I haven't met him yet, but I can trust that your decision to be with him is a good one. And I know that you will be an amazing mom, and if he decides he doesn't want to do this with you for whatever reason, if he's not ready or if the father happens to be Max, I'll be here for you. You can always come home to LA and I'll help you in anyway I can. I love you and I won't let you do this alone."
I could see that my mom was trying to be strong for me, but she was just as nervous as I was.
"Thank you. Really. You're the best mom a girl could ask for. If things with Harry don't work, LA will be the first place I go. I mean the first place we go." I corrected myself before lightly placing my hand over my stomach. This was just too weird.
"I love to hear that, but something makes me believe that London will continue to be your home."
"Me too." I smiled, call it woman's intuition, but I knew Harry wouldn't fail me.
"Do you want me to stay longer? Until Harry get's back?"
"I'd love you too, but I think I need some time to myself to think about everything. How am I going to tell him?"
"I think you should wait till he gets back, you should tell him in person. Definitely not over the phone." She advised me.
"Yeah I think that's the way to go. But what do I say to him, How was Australia? Oh by the way I'm pregnant and it may or may not be yours. If it's not yours it's my asshole ex-boyfriends who used to force himself upon me. Yeah I think that'll work."
My mom died of laughter before she could respond to what I had just said. When she finally composed herself she replied to what I had said. "I don't think that's quite what you should say, but I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll just have to think about how to break it to him. I'm not necessarily afraid to tell him, I'm more afraid of what his reaction will be."
"That's how I felt when I told your dad about you. I'm sure that's how every woman feels, but he can only react one of two ways; good or bad."
"I'm just hoping it's good."
Alex's POV
November 4th
It's been 9 days since I found out I was pregnant. I've met with an OBG/YN by the name of Dr. Croft. She's been really helpful to me this past week and half, answering any questions I've had. I took Dr. De Luca's advice and got a blood test done to see if we could get a bette estimate as to how far along I am. I got the results yesterday, but they weren't what I had hoped for.
I'm sitting in the car with Joe waiting for Harry's flight to land. There are a lot of paparazzi waiting around for the boys arrival which gets me thinking. The paparazzi have been following me around a lot since that interview I had done went wrong, but surprisingly there haven't been any pictures of me going in and out of the doctors office. I'm thankful for that because I wouldn't want Harry to find out that I was pregnant thanks to a picture.
I'm pulled from my thoughts when Joe clears his throat. I look up and meet his gaze in the rear view mirror.
"I believe it's about time for Harry's flight to land." He states. I glance at the clock, he's right. Harry's flight has probably landed and I need to make my way out of the parking garage and over to the baggage claim area inside the airport. "Would you like me to drop you off at the curb?"
"No, no that's okay I'll walk." I could use some fresh air before I see Harry again. "If you could just meet us over there that way we don't make that big of a scene that'd be great." I smiled nervously at him. My stomach was in a mixture of knots and butterflies. I felt like I was going to vomit, but I tried my hardest to keep it down.
"Will do." He agreed with a smile.
I got out of the car, took a deep breath, and started making my way over to the airport.
I finally made it through the huge group of waiting paparazzi and fans. When I got close to the entrance of the airport a few security guards met me there and tried to shield me from the massive crowd forming around me. I felt a little self conscious with so many eyes on me, but I just tried to focus on the fact that I'd be seeing Harry again for the first time in 41 days.
I heard shrieking and knew that Harry was close, I couldn't see him yet, but I could sense his presence.
After a minute or two I could finally see him making his way over to me. His eyes were fixed on mine as he rushed through the crowd, not stopping to take pictures or sign anything like he usually does. Once Harry was only a few feet away from me, close enough that I could see his piercing green eyes, the guards around me parted.
Harry had a huge smile plastered to his face, his hand grasped my wrist and he pulled me into a hug. His right hand found its way to the nape of my neck, while is left hand went to the small of my back, pulling me close. I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding on for dear life. I tried to fight back the tears but I lost the battle.
"God, I've missed you." Harry mumbled into my ear.
I took a deep whiff of his "Harry" scent. He smelled the same as I had remembered. Masculine, minty, and mine.
He pulled me back at an arms length away to look at my face. "Don't cry." He whispered while moving his hands to either side of my head and wiping away the few tears rolling down my cheeks with his thumbs. After he removed the tears he stepped forward and placed a kiss on my forehead, making me smile. I heard a collection of gasps and awes that brought me back to reality and made me tense, we were still in the airport, and not alone like I wish we were. I think Harry felt my body tense up because he pulled me in for another hug before whispering in my ear. "Lets go home, yeah?" I nodded in agreement.
The security guards helped us through the crowd and to Joe who was standing outside of the car waiting for us. When we approached he opened the door for us, Harry let me climb in before him and seconds later he joined me. The trunk of the car closed after Joe placed Harry's bags in it. We pulled away from the curb and made our way home.
After a few seconds of quite Harry turned to me and took my face in his hands again. "I missed you so much. I love you." He told me before pulling my face to his. His lips crashed against mine. I could feel the longing and the passion. He wanted me and I wanted him. I wanted to continue to kiss him, but I was loosing my breath. I broke the kiss and took a deep breath, I opened my eyes to see his still closed before they fluttered open. I could see the same longing that I felt when his lips were against mine. Besides the longing I could see another emotion. Love? Was it love? Yeah it was definitely love. He loved me and I loved him and I knew we would get through this situation together.
"I love you." I reassured him once I caught my breath.
He sat back against his seat and took my hand in his, entwining our fingers as we rode in silence back to ourhome.
Once inside Harry dropped his bags and scooped me up into his arms. My legs wrapped around his torso as my hands went around the back of his neck. He pushed me up against a wall and started kissing me fiercely as his hands cupped my bottom. He broke away in enough time for me to catch my breath again. His lips trailed down my cheek, to my jaw, and down my neck. He started nipping and sucking at it. I felt the familiar rush of butterflies in my stomach as the longing for him became more intense. Harry nipped at the sweet spot on my neck and an involuntary moan escaped my mouth. I felt Harry smiling against my neck.
Still holding me, he made his way to the stairs, and up to our bedroom. He set me down on the bed and went for the hem of my shirt. Before I could think about what I was doing I grabbed his hands. "Harry. No. I- I can't."
He stopped immediately, confusion all over his face. His face fell before speaking to me. "Why not?"
"It's just that-" I paused. Was this really the way I was going to tell him. Right now before he was about to make love to me for the first time in 41 days? If I told him now I know it would totally ruin the moment and I had been looking forward to this moment since the last time I had seen him. But I knew that if I didn't tell him now that I'd loose my courage and I wouldn't tell him until god knows when.
"Are you on your period?"
"No, it's not that. It's just that um-" I paused again, the words just couldn't find their way out of my mouth. I sat there staring up at him, his face full of confusion and wonder. Confused as to why I stopped us from making love and wonder as to what was so important that I couldn't wait until later to tell him.
He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, clearly exhausted, probably from the long flight, before sitting down next to me. I turned to face him, he placed his hand on my knee before speaking. "Whatever it is. You can tell me."
I placed my hand on top of his, looked him straight in the eye and took a deep breath, finally the words found their way out of my mouth. "I'm pregnant."
Notes
DUN DUN DUN! How do you think Harry will react? Good or Bad? Alex's mom, Ella, has never met Harry before, do you think it's smart of her to have so much faith in him?Let me know what you think is going to happen in the next chapter!
I hopefully will be updating tomorrow, but no promises. But I did do a double update today, so hopefully that makes up for slacking these past couple of weeks. No excuses, but I've been busy with work, my birthday, other things, and traveling... but hopefully I'll get back to updating on a more regular basis now!
Random Fact!
Hmmm... well I was born a brunette (well basically almost black hair), but back in July I started the process of dying my hair red. I'm really happy with the color, it reminds me of cherry coke. If you click here you can see a picture of a girl with similar colored hair. I don't think I'm going to go any brighter with it. I like that in some lights it looks darker and then in other lights it looks brighter.
Anyways, what color is your hair!? (Is that a weird question? hahaha I hope not.)
-L :)
I hope you're okay, love. You can always talk to me if you feel the need.
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