***Two Months Later***
"Harry, I don't feel so good babe," I groaned from the bathroom. I had thrown up twice this morning. I was really worried ever since that one night. I has skipped my period and I was positive I was pregnant. "Take me to the dug store would you?"
"Sure," Harry said worried. He thought I was going to die of an illness. "Are you okay?"
"I'm not sure," I said with no emotion. I got into the car with Harry. Silence. A long awkward silence lasted until we got to a drug store. I told Harry to wait in the car and bought a pregnancy test. The cashier looked at my strangely. I was a teen buying a pregnancy test, why wouldn't she be looking at me funny. I walked to the car crying.
"What's wrong Ella?" He asked rubbing my back.
"I think I'm pregnant Harry!" I sobbed even louder. "We're screwed for life!" Harry didn't say anything, he just sat there.
"I don't know what to say," he said blinking his eyes a couple times in a row. "It might be a blessing, but we're so young..."
"Just drive!" I demanded. I ran to the bathroom after another awkward road trip. It was positive.
"Ella?" Harry called knocking at the door. I threw the test in the sink and opened the door.
"Positive," I cried. Harry's eyes lit up. He pulled me into a hug and pressed his big pink lips against my forehead. I was was shorter than Harry. About four whole inches.
"It going to be okay," he assured.
"It's not! I'm going to college! How the hell can take care of a baby and go to school?" I spat at him.
"We both are. There are day cares. People have done it before," he said calmly. It was strange how calm he was. He generally lost his temper and was screaming at me.
"What am I going to tell my parents?" I said covering my face with my palms. Harry brushed his fingers through my hair, allowing me to berry my face in his chest.
"Shhh... It's okay..." Harry cooed.