A lot can happen in 9 months

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.


7. Cleaning for tears


I woke up sore. I haven't had sex in a month so it's no surprise that my body is punishing me. 

I feel guilty. I should have told Harry, he deserves the truth and he has the right to chose if he wants to stay in this "relationship" or not. I need to tell him. I will tell him, but when?

"Harry wake up it's 10am." I whisper in his ear.

"Oh god. I don't want to get up, I wanna stay and cuddle with you...did you say 10? SHIT!! I gotta go! The boys are waiting for me. Dammit!" he jumped out of bed as if it was on fire.

"Fuck, have you seen my shirt I can't find it?" he says running around the room trying to put his clothes back on.

"Um Harry, left bedpost." I giggle.

"Oh. Thanks. I gotta go I'll text you later. I really want you to meet the boys, they will love you." he kisses me on my forehead.

"See ya!" he yells from the living room of my flat.

Less than a second later I hear the door close. I am all only with my thoughts again and that is something I do not want.

I decide I better clean my place up because to be honest. It looks like a cyclone hit it. There's crap everywhere. I hate cleaning so this should be fun. I go to get dressed when I get that feeling again. The feeling that I'm gonna be sick. I run to the bathroom. Once again I sit with my head rested on the toilet seat. I had throwing-up. It's the worst thing ever. I get up off of the floor after puking for about a minute. Wash my mouth out with mouthwash and get dressed. I put on a shirt and pajama pants because I feel so lazy.

I cleaned my bedroom and bathroom first, those were the cleaner rooms. I moved into the living room and found a box in the closet. I had no clue what is was so I grabbed it, sat down with it on the floor and opened it. What was inside automatically made me cry. It was pictures, pictures of him.

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