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.


9. Harry, I...


I swore that I got rid of all of his pictures. I never wanted to see his vile face again. But for some reason I couldn’t look away. This boy was nothing but horrible to me and for some reason. I still felt something for him. Not love. Maybe gratefulness? He gave me something that I never thought I would have and that’s proudness. I am proud of myself. I finally love myself...because of him.

I looked through the box, there was: prom pictures, birthday pictures, Christmas pictures. But there was one picture that stood out to me. It was a picture of us on the night of our Anniversary. Craig had all ready beaten me several times before this picture was taken. When I look at his face he looks happy, almost smug. Like he is the king and I’m just a slave. When I look at myself, I can see the fear in my eyes, the thought of not knowing how happy Craig would be that night, the fear that tonight he could beat me so bad that I end up in the hospital or worse I end up dead.

To be honest that night was the best night of our relationship, we went sailing, then skinny dipping. I was the happiest I had been in awhile. I was afraid for nothing, everything that night was fine.

I got up and walked into the kitchen with surprisingly no tears in my eyes. I opened the drawer and got my lighter. Grabbed my garbage can and some lighter fluid. I walked out onto my patio, threw the pictures in the garbage can, dowsed the pictures with lighter fluid. Then set them on fire.

My past was in front of me being burned. It felt great. 

I realized that if I was scared for nothing on the night of my anniversary with Craig, why should I be scared now? Harry is a wonderful guy he could except this. Even if he didn’t I wouldn’t be mad at him. It’s his choice after all.

-3 Hours Later-

From Harry:
Hey doll! I’m on my way to your flat. The boys couldn’t make it :( I picked up some Chinese for us. I’ll see you soon Xx

God, even reading his texts made my heart melt.

To Harry:
Awesome! That’s too bad I really wanted to meet them but I can another time. I’ve been craving Chinese for awhile. You must read minds. I need to tell you something too. Nothing bad, you just need to know this. See you when you get here ;) Xx

I heard a knock at my door. I ran up to the door, looked into the peep-hole. I saw the most handsome curly-haired, green eyed MAN, I’d ever seen. I flung the door open and wrapped my arms around his neck. Squeezing him as tight as possible. 

“Happy to see me or something?” his smug voice came out.

“Always babe, come in.” I shut the door behind Harry.

“I see you cleaned this place up. It looks nice.” Smiling at me as if he was just making me feel better about my nasty ass living conditions. I’m a pig, I’ll admit it.

“Haha, shut it Styles! Well bring out the Chinese, I’m starving.” I said diving on the couch. 

“Here we are,” sitting down beside me. “I got some mu-shoo pork, bean sprouts, future cookies obviously! And some other stuff.” Smiling as he cracked open his fortune cookie, “Someone is hiding something very important from you, keep your guard up. What the Hell? That’s kind of sketchy.” Taking a bite out of the cookie.

What the Hell? How did this cookie know about my secret, stupid cookie. I need to tell Harry! 

“Harry, I-“ Harry interrupted me.

“I gotta pee, I’ll be right back.” Harry stated running to the bathroom.

Oh good, at least I have time to think about what I should say. I got up and walked to the kitchen to grab some napkins , drinks and cups for Harry and I. I wanted this to be a good night. Even if Harry might end the night sooner than I want.

As I reached for the napkins Harry spoke.

“What the Fuck is this?” Harry was holding my pregnancy test. I felt a lump in my throat. I couldn’t speak. 

I was once again paralyzed.

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