Finding Love in London

Lilly and Haley are best friends FOREVER. They even have their own language, sign language. Lilly's deaf, and Haley is the only one who stood up for her when they were in school and every one made fun of her. For Haley's 18th birthday, Lilly gets her FRONT ROW One Direction tickets. Haley insists Lilly goes with her, even though Lilly protests, syaing, "Go with someone who can actually hear them!" Haley says she'll sign the lyrics to Lilly, and Lilly gives up and comes.
When they're leaving through an alley and the door opens and bumps into Haley, revealing One Direction and one falls for Haley and another falls for Lilly, will they have a happy ever after, or will all the hate destroy them inside?

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18. Hurting

Days passed and soon the tour was over. I got home at 11:15pm, having lost my virginity at 18, knowing who I'm going to be with for the rest of my life, and not being able to wait to see my parents again.
I walked in the front door, shouting, "I'm home!"
Then Mrs. Rizzo, our next door neighbor, came down the stairs. "Haley!" She said.
"Hi, Mrs. Rizzo!" I said. "Where's my mum and dad?"
Mrs. Rizzo's face immediately got sad. "They're sick. Really sick, dear. I've been taking care of them. People from the hospital have come frequently. But," she paused. "It's no use. It's just their time. Soon, anyway."
I immediately dropped my bags and sprinted up the stairs to my parent's bedroom.
Their faces were a deathly pale and they kept coughing repeatedly. "Mum, Dad!" I exclaimed. 
"Haley," my mum smiled weekly. "How was the tour?"
"Great, but what happened to you?!"
"We caught a virus," my dad said.
"No dip, Sherlock," I said. "But... How-?"
"Honey, go to bed. We'll talk in the morning," my mom said.
Crying, I walked up to my room and called Harry. 15 minutes later, he walked through my front door and held me, saying, "Shhhh... It'll be alright, ok? I'm here, baby."
I sobbed into his shoulder and said, "I need you."
Harry nodded and laid me on my bed. First he undressed himself, then, very gently, he slid my t-shirt off. Next came my shorts, which were tugged off slowly. He slid off my underwear, then flipped me on my stomach and undid the clasp in the back, and slid it off my shoulders, off my arms.
We slid into our own little world, and I forgot everything, just enjoying Harry's soft, gentle touch.
When I woke up, I was entwined in Harry's arms. I slowly slid out of them, and slid on my underwear. I pulled on my bra, and was about to buckle it when strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind and Harry's voice said, "Need a little help?"
"Yeah..."
He did the clasp and I slid on jeans and a strapless shirt that dips a little low at the top.
After I ate breakfast I ran upstairs to my parent's room while Harry ate.
When I got into their room, a horrific sight greeted me. My mother was stone cold.
She was dead.
My dad woke up and looked from me, to my mom, to me again, and beckoned for me to come to his bedside. I sobbed on his shoulder. After a good twenty minutes I stopped, and he spoke.
"Haley, I love you. You know that right?"
I nodded, rubbing an eye.
"And, you aren't a virgin anymore are you," he 25% asked and 75% stated.
I shook my head. "Dad, I know he loves me, please don't be mad-"
"Haley," my dad interrupted. "Your mother and I knew you would be this kind of person. It's who you are. And it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But-"
"Haley, I love you, ok?" My father's eyes looked glassy.
"I-ok, but-"
"The house is yours... In the will..." And those were the last words he ever spoke.
Harry came up from behind and hugged me, softly and gently, like a priceless piece of fragile glass that could break at any moment.
I turned around and sobbed into his shoulder, as Mrs. Rizzo entered the room and covered their bodies with sheets.

I'm gonna pick up the pieces
And build a lego house

Harry sang.

If things go wrong we can knock it down

He continued singing as I sobbed into his shoulder. Finally he scooped me up and carried me down to the living room onto the couch.  We snuggled, and I sobbed into his shoulder for the remaining part of the day.
A week later, my parent's funeral was held. The only people I talked to the whole time was Harry and Lilly. After that, I sulked around in my home, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I didn't want to live here, too many memories would haunt me.
A week later, Harry was over when all of a sudden I felt sick. I ran to the toilet and puked. Harry came in and held my hair away from my face for me.
A week after that, I craved my least favorite food: meatloaf.
A week after THAT, I was sitting in my room, typing up an email to an old friend, when I realized something. My period was due, but I hadn't gotten it. I waited a couple more days to see if it was just late. No such luck. Panicking, I walked to the drug store and bought 3 pregnancy tests. 
My hands shaking, I took one. Then another, then the third. Positive, positive, positive.
Shit.
I dialed Harry's number, my hands shaking, and I put the phone to my ear.
"Hey, baby," Harry's voice came through the phone.
"Hi, um, can you come over? I have...something...to tell you," I said.
"Sure, be there in 5."
Five minutes later, Harry arrived.
"Um, I don't know how to say this," I said. "Promise me you won't leave me."
"Haley, I would never leave you," he said.
"Promise me."
"I promise, now tell me what's going on?"
I handed him the plastic bag with the three pregnancy tests and put my head in my hands.
I could hear the bag rustling as Harry examined the contents.
"Haley..." Harry started to say.
"I won't blame you for hating me," I said, on the verge of tears.
"This is amazing!" He exclaimed.
I raised my head. "Wha-what?"
"I'm gonna be a dad!" Harry said. "Can I see your stomach?"
"Sure," I said as I took my shirt off. I wasn't wearing a bra, but oh well. The blinds were closed.
Harry kissed my stomach, starting where the top of my shorts ended, and the top of them was quite low, I will say. He left a trail of kisses, higher and higher. His lips lingered for a moment on my breasts, then he continued up my neck and then my lips, deep and passionate.
"I can't wait," Harry said.
"We should get married first," I said.
"Ok," Harry said smiling up at me.
He pulled me by the hand upstairs, tugging at the hem of my jeans before closing and locking my bedroom door.

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