Try Hard // h.s

Melanie had to get away from her disturbingy abusive home. Far away. When she runs away to the airport, flying to London, England, with no home to go to, she comes across a rather familiar looking passenger. Harry Styles. Will she finally have a place in London to stay? Will she fall in love with her new best friend?

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11. Two Weeks Later

The next two weeks had gone by so quickly. I had bought three pregnancy tests last night and had longed to know the answer. Was I pregnant? I hadn't ate or drank anything since I had woken up because I wanted an accurate answer. I went into Harry's bathroom and waited two minutes for the answer. Negative.

By the end of the day, I had taken all three tests. Two positives and one negative. I set myself up a doctor's appointment for the following morning, which Harry drove me to.

"Do you need me to come in with you?" he asked as he pulled into a parking space in front of the doctor's office.

I shook my head and walked inside. I gave the receptionist my name and filled out some papers while waiting to be called back. As I gave the receptionist the completed papers, my name was being called.

When we reached the room that I was to be in, she asked me to remove my clothes and put on a gown. Her eyes immediately noticed all the bruises that covered my body. She asked how I got these bruises and I became uncomfortable, but I told her anyways. She looked upset and questioned if Harry had raped me. I got angry, "For once, I give a guy consent and he's already being accused of raping me?!" I yelled and she grew quiet as she began the tests.

"You're pregnant," she said to me.

My eyes widened. Were me or Harry ready for this? Did Harry want this? I thanked her and she happily set me an appointment up with an OBGYN, five weeks from now.

I walked outside and sat in the empty seat beside Harry. "How'd it go?" he questioned.

"I.. I'm.." I couldn't find the words to tell him he was going to be a father in 8 1/2 months.

"You're what?" he aksed, worriedly.

My eyes met his, looking deep into them. "I'm pregnant." His eyes widened. It seemed as if his heart had stopped beating because he wasn't breathing. He was still and quiet.

I broke the silence, "What are we going to do?"

It took a minute or two for him to come through. "I will be there," he said, choking up a bit. "I will be there for you every step of the way." He was still frozen, but at least he managed to speak.

"Are you ready for this? Do you want this?" I said to him as I grabbed his hand.

"Yes." He wasn't choking up over his words; it came out perfectly clear.

"With me?" I questioned.

His eyes suddenly sparkled. "Yes. I have never loved anyone the way that I love you."

I smiled and kissed him. I was so happy, nervous, anxious, and scared, all at the same time.

I'm pregnant.

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