"Ha-"

I didn't even get to finish saying his name, because his shoulder muffled my mouth. I missed this. I've missed Harry.

"Don't do this to me," He begged, "Don't leave me."

And then the door is closing, meaning that for the first time in weeks I'm alone with Harry. And okay, I can do this.

I can try and do this.

"Harry."

I felt his head shake against the crook of my neck and I sighed. I hate a sad Harry. It's heart breaking and it should be illegal. "Harry, please try and understand-"

"Understand what? I'm never going to understand anything if you leave me."

"Harry," I tried to pull back but Harry wasn't having it and if we were being honest I don't want to let go. Not yet. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to leave, and I don't know if I can stay." And all I have left is the truth. Because lying hasn't gotten us anywhere.

"I'm begging you," he pushed his head back and connected our eyes, "I need you. And I'm sorry I fucked things up so bad. I'm sorry I'm so fucked up. But I'm trying because I love you. Because I want you to stay with me. Because I need you to stay." And everything should be okay, after that. Shouldn't it? All my doubts should be gone by now, because I love Harry. Because Harry loves me.

And I'm astonished.

Because, I don't feel better.

I just don't.

"Harry you know I lo-"

"Beth," Harry says. His hands cup my head and our faces are inches apart. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small ring. And no, it's more like a wedding band. It's lovely and gold. A ribbon is encrusted on the top with three diamonds nestled on each curve. What is that? I'm not....no of course I'm not married! What?

"W-what is that?"

Harry holds his hand up and my heart stops. Because on his finger, there's....oh fuck, there's the same damn ring resting comfortably.

"Har-"

"It was my promise to you," He says. "I thought it was lost after the accident, but the nurse found it on the ground. Was always a bit loose," the ring sparkles in the dim lighting, and Harry's face has gotten sad, and Harry should never look like that. Never. "I gave it too you, when Lilly wouldn't call you back. Press had a field day. But that didn't matter. I was yours and.....you were mine."

I still am. Oh god, I'm always going to be Harry's and that's not fair, but maybe I'm okay with that. Maybe.
I don't know.

"Why are you showing me this?" If this was some ploy to get me to stay.....well fuck me, because I think it's working. "Harry everything's different now. And I know I don't remember everything, but even if I could I know that I don't want it to be how it sounded. It sounded awful and it was like hell, Harry. Utter hell."

"I'm trying to show you, what we once had. What we still have. Beth I love you."

His words are getting more desperate as the time goes on. And this isn't what I want. It's the last thing. But Harry and I can't hurt each other like we have been. It's not okay. "I love you," I promise and really, this isn't as easy as it should be. And I know I owe Harry the full truth but I can't. Because I'm scared. Because I'm a fucking coward, really. "Harry, things," I sigh, "things are so much more complicated right now. They're not the same, like they were, and it's not your fault. I mean we were....and I'm not su-....things just kind of- they turned out....different."

"Different? Beth what are you talking about? Things aren't different. I love you the same way I did six months ago. Nothing is different."

Not yet. I mean, I'm not even sure.

"Harry that's not....that's not what I mean," I run my fingers through his hair, "You are so, stubborn," My hand drops to the side of his head and, they play with the hair there. Harry looks calm right, now. He looks calm, and cuddly, and I wish I could just grab him and trap him underneath the covers with me. "Harry, I love you." I do, I really do. "But something's happening, and I don't know if we can get through it. We're kind of a mess."

"Beth," Harry mumbles. His hands drop to my waist and he pats softly. "What's happening?"

"Nothing.....yet. I'm not sure."

"Baby. You're scaring me," I'm scared, too. I'm terrified, and I don't know if anything is happening. But things are happening to me, and I'm feeling things, and oh fuck, I'm another teen scenario. "Beth, what's going on? You can tell me. I mean, it's not like you're pregnant." Harry laughs and, my eyes widen. Oh, shit.

Shit. Shit. SHIT. ....I've been caught.

"W-why aren't y-you laughing?"

If he hadn't been so damn, on point I probably would be. Because a stuttering man is a funny man.

"Because there's....a tiny chance......and I'm not sure yet.....I'm too scared to take a test. B-but I'm late Harry, and fuck, I don't know I'm feeling things...and the god-damn internet didn't settle my fucking nerves!"

Harry's hand slaps over his mouth and the other is on his head. He is the picture perfect definition of panic. And well; if he dies (and if that were to ever happen, I'd probably die too) he won't have to worry if I'm actually pregnant....

"Beth," Harry turns and looks at me, "I....uh....shit. Fucking....shit. W-what?"

I take a deep breath closing my eyes briefly and then opening them back open.

"I might be pregnant."

And I'm too scared to take a damn test.

Damn.

Notes

Guess, who's back...back again....It's me. I'm back.


P.S. The rating is a bummer.