Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.


We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


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52. Chapter 051

  //Emmy//
A sigh comes from my mouth a little louder than I expected. These thoughts begin to fill my mind, only to worsen my mood. I feel like going to sleep but at the same time I feel like I can’t sleep. Plus I think I’m going to throw up, yet I think I’m going to pass out. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, it’s more than my depression.. it’s so much more going on right now. I have an idea of what else is exactly happening.
Those results from the blood test hold my future, my iron counts might be low again or I could be pregnant. The answers to some many questions can be told just through that test. I need the report, or else I might just lose my mind in the next few hours.
“When were you going to tell me?’’ The voice caught my attention suddenly, my eyes dart to the direction it came from. There he stood, the man I sleep with every night, the man I love with all of my heart, and more recently.. the man I lied to.
He came from the balcony, a place I go to get some fresh air every now and then. I do a lot of my thinking out there as well, and I know he knows that. What if he thought I was going to come out there? Was he waiting on me? The questions in my head were interrupted when he spoke again.
“Why did you do this to me? Why didn’t you just tell me you.. you thought..’’ He stops himself with a huff, running a hand through his messy hair. He’s not happy, way to go Em.. You’ve upset him again, nothing new for me.
“I.. I.’’ The words are stuck, I can’t say anything that makes sense right now..
“You what? You were going to tell me? Or you weren’t planning on it?’’ He says, raising an eyebrow as he takes a few steps closer to me.
“Harry, I-”
“Don’t start this petty bull shit with me, Emmy. Fucking tell me the truth for once!’’ He cuts me off with his yell. I gulp nervously as I look down at my lap, what have I done? Why did I lie? Why didn’t I just tell me I thought I was.. I was pregnant.
“Answer me.’’ He says as he violently grips my wrist, pulling me up from the bed. I stumble over my own feet, falling against his hard chest. His hands grab my waist, steading me in place. “Answer me.’’ Harry repeats his demands through gritted teeth as our eyes meet.
“I’m sorry.” I say softly, there isn’t anything else that will come out of my mouth. If he thinks I enjoyed this then he’s wrong, it killed me to have to hide like that. I hate doing that to him, but yet I still do it.
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time.’’ Harry informs me as his hold on my waist tightens. I take a deep breath through my nose, it could be last – you never know. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing down my cheek.
“I’m.. sorry.” I meant it, really I did. Of course there’s more I could say, but I just don’t know how to get it out, how can I explain myself this time? I can’t lie again, there is no way I can get out of this. He doesn’t feel sorry for me, and he shouldn’t at all. I lied to him, it’s my fault.. as always.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? Just.. please, why?’’ Harry asks, his voice softening as he removes one of his hands from my body. I sigh gently at the loss of contact with him, but I soon get it again as he lifts my chin with his thumb and index finger.
“Stop crying. There’s nothing to cry over.’’ He breathes out to me, he was calming down, I can tell. That’s good, because if he were to scream again.. I might just fall apart on the floor. A few more tears glide down my face, falling off my jaw and onto the floor.
“I know you were worried baby.. but still, you.. you should’ve told me. I.. I just hate it when.. when you do this.’’ Harry’s hand pressed against my cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away a few of my new tears. His other hand trailed around me, pushing into the small of my back to get me a little closer to his body.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the lack of a shirt on his body really allowed the heat out. Despite his gestures, I keep my hands still at my side and don’t plan on moving them any time soon.
“Tell me baby, tell me what was going through your head.. let me know what you were thinking.’’ Harry says in a whisper, his minty breath fanning my face as he leans down a little closer to me. I reply with a nod to him, I’m willing to speak now I think. This time I think I’m capable, somewhat able to.
“I.. I didn’t want.. you to be.. upset. I, I thought that you, you know, wouldn’t.. like it if it was.. true.’’ I proposed my thoughts to him, hoping that it was enough to answer his demand.
“Baby, you know you can tell me anything. I’m tired of telling you that, I need you to believe it, okay?’’ Harry huffs out, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares into my tear filled eyes. He continuously uses his thumb to gently take away the tears that pass his hand.
“I will never.. ever.. do it again, Harry. I.. promise.’’ I blink a few times, trying to clear my eyes so I could see him, so he wouldn’t be so blurry.
“I’m not upset. I can’t wait until our little baby gets here.’’ Harry’s expression turns into a smile as he leans his forehead against mine. I feel my heart skip a beat at his words, was it really true? “Em, you’re pregnant.. we’re going to have a baby.’’ Harry whispers against my lips before giving me a soft kiss. I close my eyes tightly, hoping and praying I heard him correctly.
“Are you.. serious? I.. Harry.’’ I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face as he kisses me again, but only for a few seconds.
“Would I lie about that, love? We’re having a baby.’’ He says, I can hear the smile in his voice. He puts his arms around me, hugging me tight against him. I do the same, taking in the smell of his warm skin as he pecks the top of my head before resting his chin the same spot his lips touched.
“Harry.. are you happy?’’ I mutter out against his soft skin, the feeling I love so much. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t happy, I know he is. I guess I just want to hear him say it out loud to me.
“Yes, I’m extremely happy.’’   //Emmy//
A sigh comes from my mouth a little louder than I expected. These thoughts begin to fill my mind, only to worsen my mood. I feel like going to sleep but at the same time I feel like I can’t sleep. Plus I think I’m going to throw up, yet I think I’m going to pass out. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, it’s more than my depression.. it’s so much more going on right now. I have an idea of what else is exactly happening.
Those results from the blood test hold my future, my iron counts might be low again or I could be pregnant. The answers to some many questions can be told just through that test. I need the report, or else I might just lose my mind in the next few hours.
“When were you going to tell me?’’ The voice caught my attention suddenly, my eyes dart to the direction it came from. There he stood, the man I sleep with every night, the man I love with all of my heart, and more recently.. the man I lied to.
He came from the balcony, a place I go to get some fresh air every now and then. I do a lot of my thinking out there as well, and I know he knows that. What if he thought I was going to come out there? Was he waiting on me? The questions in my head were interrupted when he spoke again.
“Why did you do this to me? Why didn’t you just tell me you.. you thought..’’ He stops himself with a huff, running a hand through his messy hair. He’s not happy, way to go Em.. You’ve upset him again, nothing new for me.
“I.. I.’’ The words are stuck, I can’t say anything that makes sense right now..
“You what? You were going to tell me? Or you weren’t planning on it?’’ He says, raising an eyebrow as he takes a few steps closer to me.
“Harry, I-”
“Don’t start this petty bull shit with me, Emmy. Fucking tell me the truth for once!’’ He cuts me off with his yell. I gulp nervously as I look down at my lap, what have I done? Why did I lie? Why didn’t I just tell me I thought I was.. I was pregnant.
“Answer me.’’ He says as he violently grips my wrist, pulling me up from the bed. I stumble over my own feet, falling against his hard chest. His hands grab my waist, steading me in place. “Answer me.’’ Harry repeats his demands through gritted teeth as our eyes meet.
“I’m sorry.” I say softly, there isn’t anything else that will come out of my mouth. If he thinks I enjoyed this then he’s wrong, it killed me to have to hide like that. I hate doing that to him, but yet I still do it.
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time.’’ Harry informs me as his hold on my waist tightens. I take a deep breath through my nose, it could be last – you never know. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing down my cheek.
“I’m.. sorry.” I meant it, really I did. Of course there’s more I could say, but I just don’t know how to get it out, how can I explain myself this time? I can’t lie again, there is no way I can get out of this. He doesn’t feel sorry for me, and he shouldn’t at all. I lied to him, it’s my fault.. as always.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? Just.. please, why?’’ Harry asks, his voice softening as he removes one of his hands from my body. I sigh gently at the loss of contact with him, but I soon get it again as he lifts my chin with his thumb and index finger.
“Stop crying. There’s nothing to cry over.’’ He breathes out to me, he was calming down, I can tell. That’s good, because if he were to scream again.. I might just fall apart on the floor. A few more tears glide down my face, falling off my jaw and onto the floor.
“I know you were worried baby.. but still, you.. you should’ve told me. I.. I just hate it when.. when you do this.’’ Harry’s hand pressed against my cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away a few of my new tears. His other hand trailed around me, pushing into the small of my back to get me a little closer to his body.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the lack of a shirt on his body really allowed the heat out. Despite his gestures, I keep my hands still at my side and don’t plan on moving them any time soon.
“Tell me baby, tell me what was going through your head.. let me know what you were thinking.’’ Harry says in a whisper, his minty breath fanning my face as he leans down a little closer to me. I reply with a nod to him, I’m willing to speak now I think. This time I think I’m capable, somewhat able to.
“I.. I didn’t want.. you to be.. upset. I, I thought that you, you know, wouldn’t.. like it if it was.. true.’’ I proposed my thoughts to him, hoping that it was enough to answer his demand.
“Baby, you know you can tell me anything. I’m tired of telling you that, I need you to believe it, okay?’’ Harry huffs out, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares into my tear filled eyes. He continuously uses his thumb to gently take away the tears that pass his hand.
“I will never.. ever.. do it again, Harry. I.. promise.’’ I blink a few times, trying to clear my eyes so I could see him, so he wouldn’t be so blurry.
“I’m not upset. I can’t wait until our little baby gets here.’’ Harry’s expression turns into a smile as he leans his forehead against mine. I feel my heart skip a beat at his words, was it really true? “Em, you’re pregnant.. we’re going to have a baby.’’ Harry whispers against my lips before giving me a soft kiss. I close my eyes tightly, hoping and praying I heard him correctly.
“Are you.. serious? I.. Harry.’’ I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face as he kisses me again, but only for a few seconds.
“Would I lie about that, love? We’re having a baby.’’ He says, I can hear the smile in his voice. He puts his arms around me, hugging me tight against him. I do the same, taking in the smell of his warm skin as he pecks the top of my head before resting his chin the same spot his lips touched.
“Harry.. are you happy?’’ I mutter out against his soft skin, the feeling I love so much. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t happy, I know he is. I guess I just want to hear him say it out loud to me.
“Yes, I’m extremely happy.’’ //Emmy//
A sigh comes from my mouth a little louder than I expected. These thoughts begin to fill my mind, only to worsen my mood. I feel like going to sleep but at the same time I feel like I can’t sleep. Plus I think I’m going to throw up, yet I think I’m going to pass out. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, it’s more than my depression.. it’s so much more going on right now. I have an idea of what else is exactly happening.
Those results from the blood test hold my future, my iron counts might be low again or I could be pregnant. The answers to some many questions can be told just through that test. I need the report, or else I might just lose my mind in the next few hours.
“When were you going to tell me?’’ The voice caught my attention suddenly, my eyes dart to the direction it came from. There he stood, the man I sleep with every night, the man I love with all of my heart, and more recently.. the man I lied to.
He came from the balcony, a place I go to get some fresh air every now and then. I do a lot of my thinking out there as well, and I know he knows that. What if he thought I was going to come out there? Was he waiting on me? The questions in my head were interrupted when he spoke again.
“Why did you do this to me? Why didn’t you just tell me you.. you thought..’’ He stops himself with a huff, running a hand through his messy hair. He’s not happy, way to go Em.. You’ve upset him again, nothing new for me.
“I.. I.’’ The words are stuck, I can’t say anything that makes sense right now..
“You what? You were going to tell me? Or you weren’t planning on it?’’ He says, raising an eyebrow as he takes a few steps closer to me.
“Harry, I-”
“Don’t start this petty bull shit with me, Emmy. Fucking tell me the truth for once!’’ He cuts me off with his yell. I gulp nervously as I look down at my lap, what have I done? Why did I lie? Why didn’t I just tell me I thought I was.. I was pregnant.
“Answer me.’’ He says as he violently grips my wrist, pulling me up from the bed. I stumble over my own feet, falling against his hard chest. His hands grab my waist, steading me in place. “Answer me.’’ Harry repeats his demands through gritted teeth as our eyes meet.
“I’m sorry.” I say softly, there isn’t anything else that will come out of my mouth. If he thinks I enjoyed this then he’s wrong, it killed me to have to hide like that. I hate doing that to him, but yet I still do it.
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time.’’ Harry informs me as his hold on my waist tightens. I take a deep breath through my nose, it could be last – you never know. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing down my cheek.
“I’m.. sorry.” I meant it, really I did. Of course there’s more I could say, but I just don’t know how to get it out, how can I explain myself this time? I can’t lie again, there is no way I can get out of this. He doesn’t feel sorry for me, and he shouldn’t at all. I lied to him, it’s my fault.. as always.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? Just.. please, why?’’ Harry asks, his voice softening as he removes one of his hands from my body. I sigh gently at the loss of contact with him, but I soon get it again as he lifts my chin with his thumb and index finger.
“Stop crying. There’s nothing to cry over.’’ He breathes out to me, he was calming down, I can tell. That’s good, because if he were to scream again.. I might just fall apart on the floor. A few more tears glide down my face, falling off my jaw and onto the floor.
“I know you were worried baby.. but still, you.. you should’ve told me. I.. I just hate it when.. when you do this.’’ Harry’s hand pressed against my cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away a few of my new tears. His other hand trailed around me, pushing into the small of my back to get me a little closer to his body.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the lack of a shirt on his body really allowed the heat out. Despite his gestures, I keep my hands still at my side and don’t plan on moving them any time soon.
“Tell me baby, tell me what was going through your head.. let me know what you were thinking.’’ Harry says in a whisper, his minty breath fanning my face as he leans down a little closer to me. I reply with a nod to him, I’m willing to speak now I think. This time I think I’m capable, somewhat able to.
“I.. I didn’t want.. you to be.. upset. I, I thought that you, you know, wouldn’t.. like it if it was.. true.’’ I proposed my thoughts to him, hoping that it was enough to answer his demand.
“Baby, you know you can tell me anything. I’m tired of telling you that, I need you to believe it, okay?’’ Harry huffs out, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares into my tear filled eyes. He continuously uses his thumb to gently take away the tears that pass his hand.
“I will never.. ever.. do it again, Harry. I.. promise.’’ I blink a few times, trying to clear my eyes so I could see him, so he wouldn’t be so blurry.
“I’m not upset. I can’t wait until our little baby gets here.’’ Harry’s expression turns into a smile as he leans his forehead against mine. I feel my heart skip a beat at his words, was it really true? “Em, you’re pregnant.. we’re going to have a baby.’’ Harry whispers against my lips before giving me a soft kiss. I close my eyes tightly, hoping and praying I heard him correctly.
“Are you.. serious? I.. Harry.’’ I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face as he kisses me again, but only for a few seconds.
“Would I lie about that, love? We’re having a baby.’’ He says, I can hear the smile in his voice. He puts his arms around me, hugging me tight against him. I do the same, taking in the smell of his warm skin as he pecks the top of my head before resting his chin the same spot his lips touched.
“Harry.. are you happy?’’ I mutter out against his soft skin, the feeling I love so much. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t happy, I know he is. I guess I just want to hear him say it out loud to me.
“Yes, I’m extremely happy.’’ //Emmy//
A sigh comes from my mouth a little louder than I expected. These thoughts begin to fill my mind, only to worsen my mood. I feel like going to sleep but at the same time I feel like I can’t sleep. Plus I think I’m going to throw up, yet I think I’m going to pass out. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, it’s more than my depression.. it’s so much more going on right now. I have an idea of what else is exactly happening.
Those results from the blood test hold my future, my iron counts might be low again or I could be pregnant. The answers to some many questions can be told just through that test. I need the report, or else I might just lose my mind in the next few hours.
“When were you going to tell me?’’ The voice caught my attention suddenly, my eyes dart to the direction it came from. There he stood, the man I sleep with every night, the man I love with all of my heart, and more recently.. the man I lied to.
He came from the balcony, a place I go to get some fresh air every now and then. I do a lot of my thinking out there as well, and I know he knows that. What if he thought I was going to come out there? Was he waiting on me? The questions in my head were interrupted when he spoke again.
“Why did you do this to me? Why didn’t you just tell me you.. you thought..’’ He stops himself with a huff, running a hand through his messy hair. He’s not happy, way to go Em.. You’ve upset him again, nothing new for me.
“I.. I.’’ The words are stuck, I can’t say anything that makes sense right now..
“You what? You were going to tell me? Or you weren’t planning on it?’’ He says, raising an eyebrow as he takes a few steps closer to me.
“Harry, I-”
“Don’t start this petty bull shit with me, Emmy. Fucking tell me the truth for once!’’ He cuts me off with his yell. I gulp nervously as I look down at my lap, what have I done? Why did I lie? Why didn’t I just tell me I thought I was.. I was pregnant.
“Answer me.’’ He says as he violently grips my wrist, pulling me up from the bed. I stumble over my own feet, falling against his hard chest. His hands grab my waist, steading me in place. “Answer me.’’ Harry repeats his demands through gritted teeth as our eyes meet.
“I’m sorry.” I say softly, there isn’t anything else that will come out of my mouth. If he thinks I enjoyed this then he’s wrong, it killed me to have to hide like that. I hate doing that to him, but yet I still do it.
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time.’’ Harry informs me as his hold on my waist tightens. I take a deep breath through my nose, it could be last – you never know. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing down my cheek.
“I’m.. sorry.” I meant it, really I did. Of course there’s more I could say, but I just don’t know how to get it out, how can I explain myself this time? I can’t lie again, there is no way I can get out of this. He doesn’t feel sorry for me, and he shouldn’t at all. I lied to him, it’s my fault.. as always.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? Just.. please, why?’’ Harry asks, his voice softening as he removes one of his hands from my body. I sigh gently at the loss of contact with him, but I soon get it again as he lifts my chin with his thumb and index finger.
“Stop crying. There’s nothing to cry over.’’ He breathes out to me, he was calming down, I can tell. That’s good, because if he were to scream again.. I might just fall apart on the floor. A few more tears glide down my face, falling off my jaw and onto the floor.
“I know you were worried baby.. but still, you.. you should’ve told me. I.. I just hate it when.. when you do this.’’ Harry’s hand pressed against my cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away a few of my new tears. His other hand trailed around me, pushing into the small of my back to get me a little closer to his body.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the lack of a shirt on his body really allowed the heat out. Despite his gestures, I keep my hands still at my side and don’t plan on moving them any time soon.
“Tell me baby, tell me what was going through your head.. let me know what you were thinking.’’ Harry says in a whisper, his minty breath fanning my face as he leans down a little closer to me. I reply with a nod to him, I’m willing to speak now I think. This time I think I’m capable, somewhat able to.
“I.. I didn’t want.. you to be.. upset. I, I thought that you, you know, wouldn’t.. like it if it was.. true.’’ I proposed my thoughts to him, hoping that it was enough to answer his demand.
“Baby, you know you can tell me anything. I’m tired of telling you that, I need you to believe it, okay?’’ Harry huffs out, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares into my tear filled eyes. He continuously uses his thumb to gently take away the tears that pass his hand.
“I will never.. ever.. do it again, Harry. I.. promise.’’ I blink a few times, trying to clear my eyes so I could see him, so he wouldn’t be so blurry.
“I’m not upset. I can’t wait until our little baby gets here.’’ Harry’s expression turns into a smile as he leans his forehead against mine. I feel my heart skip a beat at his words, was it really true? “Em, you’re pregnant.. we’re going to have a baby.’’ Harry whispers against my lips before giving me a soft kiss. I close my eyes tightly, hoping and praying I heard him correctly.
“Are you.. serious? I.. Harry.’’ I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face as he kisses me again, but only for a few seconds.
“Would I lie about that, love? We’re having a baby.’’ He says, I can hear the smile in his voice. He puts his arms around me, hugging me tight against him. I do the same, taking in the smell of his warm skin as he pecks the top of my head before resting his chin the same spot his lips touched.
“Harry.. are you happy?’’ I mutter out against his soft skin, the feeling I love so much. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t happy, I know he is. I guess I just want to hear him say it out loud to me.
“Yes, I’m extremely happy.’’ //Emmy//
A sigh comes from my mouth a little louder than I expected. These thoughts begin to fill my mind, only to worsen my mood. I feel like going to sleep but at the same time I feel like I can’t sleep. Plus I think I’m going to throw up, yet I think I’m going to pass out. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, it’s more than my depression.. it’s so much more going on right now. I have an idea of what else is exactly happening.
Those results from the blood test hold my future, my iron counts might be low again or I could be pregnant. The answers to some many questions can be told just through that test. I need the report, or else I might just lose my mind in the next few hours.
“When were you going to tell me?’’ The voice caught my attention suddenly, my eyes dart to the direction it came from. There he stood, the man I sleep with every night, the man I love with all of my heart, and more recently.. the man I lied to.
He came from the balcony, a place I go to get some fresh air every now and then. I do a lot of my thinking out there as well, and I know he knows that. What if he thought I was going to come out there? Was he waiting on me? The questions in my head were interrupted when he spoke again.
“Why did you do this to me? Why didn’t you just tell me you.. you thought..’’ He stops himself with a huff, running a hand through his messy hair. He’s not happy, way to go Em.. You’ve upset him again, nothing new for me.
“I.. I.’’ The words are stuck, I can’t say anything that makes sense right now..
“You what? You were going to tell me? Or you weren’t planning on it?’’ He says, raising an eyebrow as he takes a few steps closer to me.
“Harry, I-”
“Don’t start this petty bull shit with me, Emmy. Fucking tell me the truth for once!’’ He cuts me off with his yell. I gulp nervously as I look down at my lap, what have I done? Why did I lie? Why didn’t I just tell me I thought I was.. I was pregnant.
“Answer me.’’ He says as he violently grips my wrist, pulling me up from the bed. I stumble over my own feet, falling against his hard chest. His hands grab my waist, steading me in place. “Answer me.’’ Harry repeats his demands through gritted teeth as our eyes meet.
“I’m sorry.” I say softly, there isn’t anything else that will come out of my mouth. If he thinks I enjoyed this then he’s wrong, it killed me to have to hide like that. I hate doing that to him, but yet I still do it.
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time.’’ Harry informs me as his hold on my waist tightens. I take a deep breath through my nose, it could be last – you never know. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing down my cheek.
“I’m.. sorry.” I meant it, really I did. Of course there’s more I could say, but I just don’t know how to get it out, how can I explain myself this time? I can’t lie again, there is no way I can get out of this. He doesn’t feel sorry for me, and he shouldn’t at all. I lied to him, it’s my fault.. as always.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? Just.. please, why?’’ Harry asks, his voice softening as he removes one of his hands from my body. I sigh gently at the loss of contact with him, but I soon get it again as he lifts my chin with his thumb and index finger.
“Stop crying. There’s nothing to cry over.’’ He breathes out to me, he was calming down, I can tell. That’s good, because if he were to scream again.. I might just fall apart on the floor. A few more tears glide down my face, falling off my jaw and onto the floor.
“I know you were worried baby.. but still, you.. you should’ve told me. I.. I just hate it when.. when you do this.’’ Harry’s hand pressed against my cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away a few of my new tears. His other hand trailed around me, pushing into the small of my back to get me a little closer to his body.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the lack of a shirt on his body really allowed the heat out. Despite his gestures, I keep my hands still at my side and don’t plan on moving them any time soon.
“Tell me baby, tell me what was going through your head.. let me know what you were thinking.’’ Harry says in a whisper, his minty breath fanning my face as he leans down a little closer to me. I reply with a nod to him, I’m willing to speak now I think. This time I think I’m capable, somewhat able to.
“I.. I didn’t want.. you to be.. upset. I, I thought that you, you know, wouldn’t.. like it if it was.. true.’’ I proposed my thoughts to him, hoping that it was enough to answer his demand.
“Baby, you know you can tell me anything. I’m tired of telling you that, I need you to believe it, okay?’’ Harry huffs out, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares into my tear filled eyes. He continuously uses his thumb to gently take away the tears that pass his hand.
“I will never.. ever.. do it again, Harry. I.. promise.’’ I blink a few times, trying to clear my eyes so I could see him, so he wouldn’t be so blurry.
“I’m not upset. I can’t wait until our little baby gets here.’’ Harry’s expression turns into a smile as he leans his forehead against mine. I feel my heart skip a beat at his words, was it really true? “Em, you’re pregnant.. we’re going to have a baby.’’ Harry whispers against my lips before giving me a soft kiss. I close my eyes tightly, hoping and praying I heard him correctly.
“Are you.. serious? I.. Harry.’’ I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face as he kisses me again, but only for a few seconds.
“Would I lie about that, love? We’re having a baby.’’ He says, I can hear the smile in his voice. He puts his arms around me, hugging me tight against him. I do the same, taking in the smell of his warm skin as he pecks the top of my head before resting his chin the same spot his lips touched.
“Harry.. are you happy?’’ I mutter out against his soft skin, the feeling I love so much. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t happy, I know he is. I guess I just want to hear him say it out loud to me.
“Yes, I’m extremely happy.’’          
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