Harry's POV

"Fuck," I groan, pulling into a sitting position as soon as I wake up. My neck is stiff and my back aches...I can't even sleep on a fucking couch anymore. Twenty-eight isn't supposed to be that old, is it?

I don't even know when Savannah got home last night. Hopefully she actually did come home..I wanted to talk to her after she went out about everything but that didn't exactly happen. Maybe if she knows that everything is about to end she'll take me back. It's got to be that simple, right? I know who to lose to and how to do it and when it's going to happen. Not for another two weeks, but it's the only fight I have left and that's got to mean something.

Do you know what I miss? Sleeping on the same apartment as her and Sophie. It doesn't even have to be the same room, as long as she's close to me I really don't care where I am. I miss my daughter and my family and I've just fucked everything up. I wish I'd never started fighting, obviously. If there's something I could go back and change that would be it. But I can't do that and now everything is wrong.

When I walk to the kitchen my hand is rubbing my neck and Savannah is standing in front of the fridge with...a very minimal amount of clothing. Just a tshirt, but it's obviously not mine because it doesn't cover her ass.

She turns around and smiles at me. "Hey. Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No." She turns back to the fridge and after a minute of staring I make myself move towards the cupboards for a coffee mug. "Did you have fun last night?"

"Yeah, why? What did you hear? Did Madison call here?"

My eyes are wide when I look at her and she just stares at me, biting at her thumbnail. I'm not sure what the hell that was, but I wasn't aware she could even speak that fast.

"What?" I ask, laughing a little.

"What?"

"Why did...what happened last night?"

"What? Nothing. Sorry."

She spins back around and neither of us move for a minute or two. I don't know what the hell is going on but she's acting weird.

Hold on.

"Fuck, did you hook up with someone last night?" I ask suddenly. She spins back around.

"What? No! No, Harry, of course not. Why would you think that?"

"You're acting weird."

"No I'm not."

I laugh and she folds her arms. "Yeah, you are a little. What did you do last night?"

"We just went to a bar," she says innocently. "I didn't even drink."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to, geez! Why is it so bad when someone doesn't want to drink? It's damaging to your brain and liver, you know."

"Okay," I laugh. "That's fine. I'm glad you didn't get drunk without me. You sure everything's okay?"

"Umm...yeah. I'm going to check on Sophie."

"Okay," I mutter, watching as she walks past and out of the kitchen. That was weird. It was, right? Definitely weird.

Savannah's POV

So I don't think I played that very cool. I'm freaking out right now, hard core freaking out. I can't fucking be pregnant right now, my life is way too insane and I'm twenty two years old and I already have a two year old and I'm not even with Harry! It's just not possible. Not even close. I mean it is possible, but it can't happen.

When I get into Sophie's room she's still sleeping, and I use that as my hideout, leaning against the door with my eyes closed. How am I supposed to handle all of this? Not being with the man I'm in love with, keeping my daughter from him, him fighting illegally, everything is just way too much. Being pregnant on top of that would just be crazy. Plus, being pregnant the last time wasn't all that fun with all the morning sickness.

I'm sure that I'm not. There's lots of reasons I could be emotional right now. I can't think of any right now, but for sure there is. Sophie would love having a sister, though. Or a brother...

No. No, we aren't having another baby. There's no use even taking a pregnancy test, I know it's not going to be positive. I can't be having another baby. It's not possible.

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"How's it going in here?"

Harry walks to the fridge and I look up from my paperwork. It should be going well, but apparently with all this other shit going on I can't focus.

"It's...going." He takes out some applesauce and nods. "What are you guys doing?"

"She wants to watch a movie. That's okay, right?"

"Yeah, yeah that's fine. Are you staying for dinner?"

"Is that okay? I know I've been here a lot, but I just-"

"Harry, it's fine." He smiles and I set my pen down, getting up for my zillionth cup of coffee. "I have some stuff to do now, anyway. I'm glad you're here."

He stops directly beside me and I have to focus really hard on my mug so we don't draw attention to that last statement. The thing with this break up is that we both know that the other doesn't actually want it; we're in love with each other quite obviously and there's no avoiding that.

"You should come watch with us," he says quietly.

"I should...I have to work."

"Yeah, but it's Sunday. Sophie was asking for you."

"i doubt that," I laugh. When I look up at him he's smiling.

"Seriously." I roll my eyes and he laughs. "What? Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because she's with you and she adores you."

"She adores you just as much, I hate it when you do that," he says tiredly. His hand rests on my shoulder and I stare at his chest. "You act like she loves me more, but she doesn't."

"It's fine, Harry."

"No, it's-" He sighs and his arm slides around my shoulders, my eyes closing as he pulls me against his chest. Normally I wouldn't let him, but I miss him. "She loves you so much. We both do."

"Harry." I step back from him and his eyes bore into mine. "We can't-"

"I'm getting out," he says urgently. "I am, it's going to be over so soon. Can't we...can't we just-"

"No," I breathe, stepping back again and shaking my head. He copies my movements and I continue stepping away. "It can't be that simple, not after everything."

"Yes it can." My back hits the counter and he places his hands on either side of me, trapping me. "It's killing me not being with you guys. I miss my family, and I know you miss me."

"Of course I do, but it's your own fault! If you hadn't done something so stupid then this wouldn't be an issue! And something like...I don't know, being pregnant again wouldn't be so fucking terrifying!"

"Hold on, what?" My eyes go wide. "Did you say...are you pregnant?"

"What?"

"You said...you just said being pregnant is terrifying," he says, pointing to me weakly.

"I...no I didn't."

"Yeah, that's what you said."

"Umm..." I step around him and I can feel him continue to watch me. "No, I meant uh...I meant hypothetically."

"Savannah, don't lie to me," he says. I stop and half turn, unwilling and unable to look him in the eye. "If you're pregnant I deserve to know."

"I'm not," I mutter, picking at my nails.

"Then why'd you say that?"

"It was...I don't know!" Without looking at what must be a bewildered expression on Harry's face I walk out into the living room where Sophie is watching Frozen. Again. When I sit down beside her she goes from leaning on the armrest to my lap, her thumb in her mouth while her eyes struggle to stay open. As my fingers brush through her hair Harry steps through the door, pausing in front of it to stare at me.

When my eyes drift back to he screen he comes to sit next to me, much closer than I'd really prefer right now. I don't know if I'm even pregnant or not, I have no idea why I said that. Now he's going to be suspicious and I just can't deal with this right now.

"For the record," he says quietly, "I don't believe you."

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"This is stupid," I mutter, staring at the door to Zayn's office. I came to talk to him because he's so good with advice but...now it just seems like a terrible idea.

Suddenly the door swings open and Zayn almost collides with me. I take a step back and he laughs.

"I was about to go to your office," he says, holding up a folder. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah, I was umm..."

He raises his eyebrows. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah it's...no. No, I wanted to talk to you about something, too."

"Come on in." He steps to the side and I collapse on one of the chairs. "What's going on?"

"I think I might be pregnant," I blurt, my face in my hands.

"What?" I hear him sit down in the other chair. "Are you serious? Is it Harry's?"

"Of course it's Harry's! And no, I'm not all that sure. Madison said it the other night, that she thought I was because I wasn't drinking and then I realized that it's...it's possible," I explain. I finally look up at him and his expression doesn't do anything to comfort me. "I'm freaking out."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"What am I supposed to do? Harry and I aren't even together right now and my life is totally crazy. I'm not ready for another baby!"

"Sav, calm down." He puts his hand on mine and I take a deep breath. "First you need to actually take a test so you know if there's anything to be freaking out about. If you're not pregnant then this is all for nothing."

"You're right, I know, but I'm terrified. What if I really am pregnant?"

He sighs. "Then you're pregnant."

"Zayn, that's not helpful," I say, laughing a little. He smiles.

"What are you going to do? You're going to end up with Harry anyway and you're a terrific mother," he says. My spirits lift slightly and I slump back against the chair. "If you are pregnant, it's not a bad thing. Things might be a little complicated, but it is what it is. You're going to be happy either way, I promise. Everything is going to be fine."

"Yeah. I hope so. I mean...it would be fun to have another baby, but I thought this time we would be married and settled, you know? Our lives are complete insanity right now."

"Did you tell Harry?"

"No," I laugh. "I have no idea how."

"How about...Hey, Harry. I'm with child."

"Zayn!" I laugh again and he chuckles to himself. Maybe this could be okay...

Notes

oooooh boy.

is she pregnant??

who knows ;)

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