indestructible // H.S.

Part 41

Harry's P.O.V

I opened my car door and closed it without a sound, afraid she would hear me. 4 days had gone by and I was eager and anxious to be home. I climbed the stairs from the garage to the house, unlocking the door and taking one last breath before I opened it.

Entering quietly, I hung my jacket up and kicked my shoes off placing them outside.  The house was silent which scared me. My mind was racing of thoughts of her leaving or being hurt in some way. I walked through out the first floor through the kitchen and the living room and there was no sign of her, and I knew she couldn't be in bed at 7PM.

The staircase seemed longer than usual when I trudged up them, trying not to make a sound, for some reason I was terrified to face her but I knew I needed to see her. I passed by her paint room and pushed open the cracked door, revealing everything i've been to busy to pay attention to.

The room smelled of paint and I knew she had been in here recently, using everything to her advantage that had happened this week. I heard water running across the hall and then something flush and I turned quickly closing the door behind me and hesitantly opening the bedroom door.

She was laying on her side facing away from me toward the balcony, her chest rapidly moving telling me she was crying. I looked beyond her, seeing tissues and a empty glass sitting on the nightstand. I moved slowly from the door closing it and the latching of the door was heard by her but she didn't move,  instead, she stiffened.

I made my way over to her side where her eyes stayed glued straight ahead, not looking at me. I sat down by her knees taking my head in my hands in frustration with myself.

"I am sorry." I whispered, as my voice cracked. She didn't reply but  just shifted in the bed, finally looking at me.

"I shouldn't have said all of those things and I shouldn't have brought it up then." I croaked, knowing she was right that night. But she didn't answer me, she just stared at me as tears dropped from her eyes.

I reached my hand down as I wiped them away, "Don't cry" I whispered, "Please don't cry over me, it kills me" I said and my voice completely failed me.

"I'm sorry too." She wailed and threw herself into my embrace, I instinctively pulled her into me and rocked her as my own tears fell.

"I'm so- so sorry" Her voice muffled by my shirt.

"Please don't apologize to me, I was an idiot and I shouldn't have done that to you." I tried to sooth her taking her face in my hands. But I knew something was off because she refused to make eye contact with me.

"Molly?" Her head snapped up  this time her eyes meeting mine and I felt her melt in my grasp.

"I need to tell you something and you can't-" She paused for a moment composing herself. "You cannot freak out." Her face drained of every color and I ran cold, not knowing what was happening. When I didn't answer I saw the panic rush through her face as her eyes searched mine for something, anything to hold onto.

"I'm pregnant." Her voice quivering and my hands dropped from her body moments after she muttered the words. I looked at her before breaking contact looking away, as the panic she was feeling moments ago was now flowing through me. I looked back at her her eyes releasing new tears as she watched me.

"I knew this wasn't going to be good." She mumbled getting up but I stopped her.

"It's okay- It will be okay" I tried to reassure her and myself as I pulled her back into me this time laying down.

I hated having to mutter those words again.

After what seemed like forever, I felt her breaths become less rapid and more consistent. Her eyes batted against her lids and her chest rose and fell, my mind was still in shock and panic mode.

'This isn't happening again' was all I could think. I couldn't go through all of that again, from Lydia or Molly considering the risks for her health.

By 11 I carefully slid her off of me wandering out of the the room to the kitchen where I found myself dialling a number on my phone.

"Hello?" Her voice rang through the phone by the second ring.

"Morgan?" I answered shakey.

"Harry? What's going on?" She asked knowing there was something wrong.

"I uh- I just needed to talk to someone"

"Harry, it's 11 o'clock at night... is everything ok?"

"Yeah everything is great." I said sarcastically and she caught on.

"Harry" she sighed making me cave in.

"She's pregnant" I blurted. "And I don't think I can go through what Lydia did again or let alone have what happened to her before happen again, but this time it would be mine and it would hurt me 10 times worse. I just can't, I can't loose anything else that is mine or what I want to be mine" I whaled to her over the phone and my tears fell rapidly down my face.

"Harry, Molly isn't Lydia- that isn't the case this time."

"Yeah but she can't go through that again, after all the tests and doctors this wasn't supposed to happen to her. She can't carry to full term" I choked out and Morgan sighed again.

"Harry, listen to me. This is her body and if this is something she is okay with then you let her do it. I know this is your child as well but if she wants to do this then you let her."

"My child" I repeated back to her as it finally sunk into me.

"Yes Harry, this one is yours" Morgan laughed and I couldn't help but smile.

"So this is it?"

"Yeah Harry I think it is" She said and I could tell she was smiling. "Remember at the wedding when I told you I thought you had already moved on?"

"Yeah, I do"

"Well I don't think you had entirely..." She paused for a moment before continuing and I heard her voice quivering. "But I think you just did." Her crying was obvious now but I knew it was a happy cry.

"Morgan"

"Yeah?" She sniffled.

"Thank you, for everything."

"Your welcome Harry, you always were one of my favorites." She laughed and we both hung up.

I sighed to myself and sunk into the couch, not wanting to go up stairs and risk waking Molly up.