Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

This isn't how I planned any aspect of my life to occur.

The plan was simple: Finish university with a 4.0 GPA, Get a well-paying corporate job that's more intense than the assistant job I've now, Find a man that loves me for me, Get married at a gorgeous ceremony, Have beautiful children, Grow old with the man of my dreams and watch our kids mature right before our eyes, and Then fall deeper and deeper in love with our time together.

That Night wasn't supposed to happen. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

*Contains: Language, mild sexual content, and a bit of violence. Content could be triggering for some.*


14. ✗ thirteen ✗


13 May

Sleep has never had such an impact on my body until right in this moment. Sure, I've had loads of nights lacking sleep that impacted me in a negative way. Usually I wouldn't be able to function at work the next day or put up with Melissa's constant babbling. But never has such a good night's rest impacted me until right this very moment. I'm not even remotely annoyed or mad that I begin to stir awake when I do.

I inhale heavily at first notice that I'm waking up and snuggle further against the firm pillow I'm cuddling, that is until I realize it isn't a pillow at all.

My eyes spring open meeting Harry's smooth, tattooed chest underneath me. I suck in a breath of air, feeling the heat creep onto my cheeks out of embarrassment. First I've ordered my boss into bed with me, now I'm clinging to him like a koala bear. I could not possibly get any more pathetic. My head stays right where it is unsure whether I should move or not. I really don't want to wake Harry in a moment like this.

Snuggling back down where I am after taking a few moments to ensure that Harry is still in fact asleep, I weigh my options. There's a chance that I can pretend to be asleep when Harry wakes up and let him exit the bed first, then I can wake up "fully unaware" of this position right now. There's also a chance that I can pretend to be asleep and roll off his body without him knowing the wiser.

That plan is deemed unsuitable the minute I feel Harry's arm around my body, clutching me to him. Okay, deep breath, I'm beginning to feel faint at the feeling of his touch that somehow had gone unnoticed before. There's one more option and I'm not willing to wake the sleeping man either so that's out of the picture.

But all of my options aren't an option anymore when I feel Harry stir from underneath me and inhale a huge breath of fresh air. Shit, shit, shit, what do I do? He freezes the minute he notices me, or so I think I can't see his face from my position. He stays frozen for a few moments before ultimately relaxing against my touch. I try my best to breathe slowly to give him the illusion that I'm in fact asleep, just to see what he will do.

Then I feel his hand. His hand that is clutching onto my hip, in a way the means he doesn't want me to leave, has removed itself. But instead of him removing the hand completely, he brings it to my back and slowly begins to rub in soothing circles.

"Mmmm." I involuntarily moan at his touch, immediately cursing myself at making a damn noise. His hand freezes in place as I pretend to just now be waking up. I stir lightly against his chest, before opening my eyes for the "first" time and gazing around. "Huh?" I mutter, resting my chin against his firm chest and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with my left hand.

"Morning." He says, his voice husky and raspy with sleep, making my swoon at the sound.

Stop. Swoon? What the hell are you; A fucking teenager again? Get it together.

"Um, morning."

"How'd you sleep?" He asks, staring into my eyes as we both refuse to move from our positions. Either that or he just can't move with my weight atop him.

"Excellent." I reply. "You?"

"Best sleep I've had in a long time."

We both fall silent, our eyes flashing across each other's gaging the best possible thing to say next. I don't know whether to apologize for the close proximity we've landed in or rather say something witty, but it's too early for me to think of something witty.

"Are you hungry?" I gaze up over at Harry, softly nodding at his questions for loss of words.

He sits up and stretches his muscular arms out before kicking the duvet off his legs and standing from the bed. I snuggle further against the mattress and clutch the duvet to my neck to keep warmth to my body. I can't help but watch in silence as Harry moves about the room. You'd have to be blind in order to think a shirtless Harry Styles is a horrid sight to look at. I, of course, am not blind so I've no reason to lie in the moment. "Shay?"

"Huh?" Harry shakes his head at me and sends me smirk.

"I asked what you wanted for breakfast."

"Oh, um, toast and some scrambled eggs?"

"Alright, maybe a little coffee?"

"Yeah, su-"

"Wait, no coffee!" He immediately cuts in, pointing down at me. "You're pregnant you can't drink coffee." I groan and turn over on my side, burying my face in my pillow. Every time he brings that up I feel sick inside. This morning had been refreshing until just now.

"Can you just not?" I mumble through the fabric of the pillowcase.


"No, I'm sorry." I sigh, turning onto my back and staring up at the ceiling. "I'm going to have to get used to the idea sooner or later. I'm just being stubborn." Harry shrugs and makes his way for the door.

"What's new?"

"Shut up and make me food." He laughs and salutes me from the open doorway.

"Yes ma'am!"


The pure and utter shock upon Harry's face when I tell him is something that I've expected, but never seen from him.

He was in the midst of typing something on his computer when I walked into his home office and plopped down into one of the chairs before his desk. We've been in this position thousands of times, but never has sitting in his office felt so awkward or odd. I had flat out told him after leaving us in silence for more than five minutes.

"You want to go into the office?" Harry asks, staring up at me from his desk. I nod my head, confident in the decision that I've made in the shower only minutes prior. My hair is still dripping with water as I stand before him. I'm not going to waste the time drying my hair if it means I'm going to change my mind, so I came right away. "Today?" I nod again. "On a Friday."

"Harry, you heard me the first time." I say, laughing lightly as if the situation is humorous. "I want to go into the office with you today. And I also really want Chinese take-away." I add, pouting my bottom lip out in hopes that we will stop for the food on the way in. Harry motions for me to sit in one of the leather chairs before his desk and out of pure laziness I take the seat.

"If you don't mind me asking, where is this all coming from?" I shrug. "I need a better answer than that if I'm going to be taking you into town, Shay." Harry warns, setting his pen down on the desk's surface. "I'm not going to put you in an overly stressful situation without a good reason."

"Ugh, I don't know, okay? I just wanna get on with my life!" I groan out, slouching down in my chair.

I stare straight ahead at the built-in bookshelf that lines the back wall in his office. There are easily over a hundred titles just sitting there, waiting to be read. My eyes are especially focused on one of the photos placed neatly on the shelf. It's a photograph of Harry and his mum. The two are smiling warmly at the camera, looking about as happy as I've ever seen him. His mum wears a wedding dress and holds light yellow flowers in her bouquet. They just look so happy.

"I've been avoiding work for what seems like forever. But it also seems like just yesterday we were sitting normally in our offices, doing our daily grind and working together in harmony. I miss my office and I miss coming into work everyday with a smile on my lips and a amazing power suit on my body." Harry chuckles lightly at my explanation, though I keep my eyes on photo. "I miss my duty and sitting in this house isn't helping me through any of this. I just keep thinking about it over, and over, and over again until the idea that I'm pregnant is imprinted in my mind, driving me slowly insane." I think that's the first time that I've been able to admit that I'm pregnant aloud, probably because I'm just so in the moment.

Slowly I peer over at my boss, and more importantly my friend. He stares back at me, reading my features in silence, as I've apparently not noticed him staring before. There's a small quirk at the side of his mouth, like a ghost of a smile lay hidden beneath. "And I'm feeling work today." Again, I shrug. "Please Harry. I will beg if I have to."

"Don't beg." Harry mutters, laughing lightly. "Alright, we'll go in." Harry stands without much force and snatches his keys from the surface of his desk and walks around the desk. "But there's a couple things first."

"Anything." I practically shout. If it means that I can get out of this house and start my life again, I will do it... within reason.

"If at any moment you want to go home, we come home." I nod my head eagerly. "You have to promise me that you won't overwork yourself."

"Harry, it's basically answering emails, doing your schedule, and maybe reviewing some of your proposals." I say. Honestly the only way that I can overwork myself will be if I do it all on two hours of sleep and run on the treadmill whilst I do it.

"Promise me."

"I promise. Anything else?"

"One more thing: I don't want you going anywhere in the building without me, yet."

"Harry-" I warn, but I'm cut off by him shaking his head.

"I want to keep an eye on you, especially on your first day back. You don't need to be going to the mailroom, or running errands, or even going to make copies down the hall. That's what Melissa is for." I roll my eyes at his protectiveness, but continue to listen. "You can use my personal toilet if you need to go."

"The personal toilet in your office that you don't allow any employee to use... ever?" I question.

I don't know what the deal with his personal office bathroom is, maybe it's just because he's too lazy to walk out of our joined offices and down the hall to the normal bathrooms. Or maybe it's just to save time and never leave office; I mean there are many a nights where he'll spend the night here.

"Well, you're already using my bathroom here, so why not?" I laugh lightly and shrug my shoulders.

"I guess you have a point." I stand from the chair finally and smooth my t-shirt down.

"Have you ordered the Chinese yet?" I smile widely, thankful that he hasn't forgotten my sudden hunger for Chinese take-away and take my phone from my pocket, already dialing the number. "Oh, and we'll have to stop at your place for some clothes."

"What's wrong with these?" I ask, looking down at my jeans and plain grey shirt. They're actually some of the nicest clothes I've worn since the incident. Usually I'm parading around the house in baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, maybe a hoodie or two as well.

"If you show up at work dressed like that, then somebody, everybody, is going to know something's up." I stomp my foot lightly and pout.

"Damnit, you're right." Harry chuckles and shrugs, holding the door of his office open for me. I step through the threshold and fold my arms over my chest, completely forgetting about the Chinese for the moment. I look Harry up and down as I walk to the front door. He's dressed in those damn tight black jeans and a white t-shirt, paired with a pair of tan boots. This outfit is not him either, definitely not something he wears to work. "Why do you get to wear that?"

"Because I'm the boss."

"But, Harry, if you show up at work dressed like that, then somebody's going to know something's up." I mimic, pulling on my shoes near the door. I turn to look at Harry, who has his eyes narrowed at me. "Plus, I've never seen you wear something other than a nice suit to work before, it's weird."

"You're weird."

"And you're bad at comebacks."

"I'm not arguing anymore. I will change quickly and then we're going to stop by your place. Maybe whilst we're there we can grab more of your stuff. I mean since you are moving in with me." He smiles cheekily. I purse my lips together and lean against the wall. "Be right back."

I watch him go until I'm left alone in silence, contemplating what he's just said. Before all of this I knew Harry on a slight personal basis, but I didn't know his home life. I don't know if he has ever been in an incredibly serious relationship before where the two lived together. I don't know if this is only new to me or if it's new to the both of us. He seems pretty excited either way.

"Have you ever allowed someone to move in with you before?" I ask once Harry comes parading down the stairs in a pressed suit and fancy dress shirt. He looks over at me, trying to read me as I stay quiet.


"I was just wondering, you know. You keep to yourself a lot so I don't know I was curious-"

"No." I peer up at him, pushing myself from the wall. "I've never asked anyone to move in with me before." Interesting. "Have you?"

"God no!" I exclaim, laughing lightly. "I thought about getting a roommate once, but I didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night with my hair chopped off or a dead person hidden in my front closet." Harry stares back at me with wide eyes.

"You watch a lot of crime shows."


"Shall we?"





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