Harry

* 4 Months later *

"I hear breakup sex is the best." I heard someone say. I had just came back from my run, the only productive thing I did for a hobby. I sat down on the couch, having major cramps again from just running around the block. This had been happening for the past 4 days. I got up, and grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water. The tap was still running, so I splashed some of that icy water on my face. I gulped down the filled glass and set it down, going to sit down again.

What was going on? Not being as productive as before? The house was still clean and tidy, but I couldn't move as much. Something was happening.
"I hear breakup sex is the best." That phrase kept on running through my head, I remember having sex with Louis, almost daily. It was the best. I tensed up again, the pain was coming back. I ran to the bathroom, I felt like I was going puke. I shot my head over the toilet, looking at the transparent water. I got up, feeling like an idiot, maybe I was pregnant.

*4 hours later*

I came back at the house with a little box that said : " Pregnancy test." I thought this was idiotic, a guy taking a pregnancy test, and actually being pregnant. I locked the bathroom door -even though I was the only one in the house- and ripped open the box. I looked at this, not being sure. I read the instructions and did as allowed. Pee on the stick and wait 10 minutes. I went ahead and took off my pants and.. Peed on the stick. After I slipped back on my underwear and waited 10 minutes.

*10 minutes later*

It was the longest 10 minutes of my life. Reading a whole sports magazine and humming to Coldplay. I placed down the magazine and checked the stick.

"No no no no no no no no no no.." I said redundantly. "This can't be happening. It was positive. I started sweating. There was a kid, inside of me, I don't know how long this had been, but I needed to find out.


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*2 days after*

I haven't even gone for a run in the past few days, I feel gross, well I guess that's the effects of being pregnant. I winded up driving to the hospital, without Louis, and getting a checkup on this.... kid I had inside of me. I parked the car and took the elevator up. I walked down the hall- which seemed forever - and sat down in one of the chairs.

Suddenly, a woman walked up to me. She had brown hair, green eyes.
"Hi, are you Harry?" She said. "I'm Genevieve."
"Yeah, I wanted to discuss something.."
"Sure, come with me." We entered of what seemed her office, and I sat down on the bed. "So, before we discuss your problem, lets get to know each other."
"I'm Harry."
"Genevieve." She laughed. "I think we already came across this stuff."
"Well Genevieve, I love your brown hair." I reached for it and brushed her bangs back.
"Thanks. It's dyed, I used to have blonde hair." She showed me pictures, and had explained they were from 3 months ago. Almost the amount of time I broke up with Louis. "So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"I just found out, I'm pregnant." It flowed off of my tongue so fluently, Genevieve's eyes almost came into shock.
"That's.. Uh... Shocking."
"Yeah. My boyfriend, me and him were engaged.. He left me 4 months ago." I held in all the tears, memories. "I just found out a couple days ago, and I don't know how long it's been inside me, and that's why I came here."
"Well, I can check that out for you." She laid me on the table, and placed her hand across my stomach, checked my heartbeat. She looked at me straight in the eyes. "Harry..."
"Yeah?"
"I feel a small bump coming along." Those words, flowed so smoothly, they were almost meant to be. The only thing that would make this perfect, is if Louis was here.

Notes

This is a REALLY long chapter.. Only because it's a mini series.
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slowing things down... ~ArtsyFartsyGurł