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Beanie

"This is insane, Jo! I can't believe you're actually getting a cop to come here! Look at you being a little badass." I teased Jo as she picked up the phone, rolling her eyes while she was at it.

"I'm not being a badass, I'm being a responsible adult. Since I'm in no condition to be fighting off an obnoxious boyband member, I need to get someone to do it."

She's being a total badass. Oh, my little Jo is coming out of her shell.

I giggled as she began speaking on the phone with someone, heading outside to get some fresh air.

Jo's insane for doing what she's doing... and I thought I was the insane one. I sighed as I plopped down on the front steps, staring out past the front lawn at the semi busy street. But maybe it's just because she needs the love she lost --

"Beanie, I need you to keep an eye out for Brandon; he said he was going to be here in a few minutes. Make sure he doesn't get the wrong house!" Jo's sudden appearance scared the living hell out of me, snapping me out of my melancholic trance.

"Yeah... I'll look out for him."

Jo smiled at me, coming out on to the front porch -- probably changing her mind about going back inside. She took a seat beside me, looking out on to the street as well. "I know you're worried about me and my decisions, Beanie; I can tell. But... I want you to know that I know what I'm doing. It's been over a year already... it's about time I move on to a new chapter of my life."

Jo did it again; she knew what I was thinking before I even said anything.

"I know, Jo, but it's kind of my job to worry about you." I poked my tongue out at her, making her smile. Things fell silent as we went back to looking at the street, just relaxing in the warm spring breeze.

All until a white sports car pulled in to the driveway, an anxious looking Harry stepping out of the car.

"Good afternoon, ladies."

"Beanie, get me the phone." Jo immediately stood up from her seat on the porch, glaring at a fast-approaching Harry.

"Jo -- "

"Beanie!" Jo turned on me, giving me her 'no-funny-business' look. "Get me the phone." I hastily stood up from my seat, not very excited to leave Jo by herself with the douche bag, but I guess I'll just have to do what the pregnant lady says.

I walked inside but I didn't go to get the phone like she told me to -- I just couldn't do it. Instead, I hid behind the door, peeking through the crack of the doorframe to see what was going on.

"What are you doing here? I thought I made myself clear that I wanted you nowhere near my house."

Wow, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of Jo's glare.

Harry sighed loudly, messing his curls as he looked Jo in the eyes. "I need to take you somewhere so put on some shoes and we'll get going."

Jo didn't say anything after that, rather continued to glare at him. I couldn't help but notice how Harry and Jo were the same height now that she was standing on top of the porch steps, all while Harry's feet were planted on the grass below.

Yep... He's a fucking skyscraper.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going to stay here in the comfort of my own home and you're going to go off to England and leave me be. I'm done with this, and I'm most certainly done with you."

I began to back away from the door as Jo turned around to enter the house once again, only Harry stopped her before she could even take a step. He fucking grabbed her arm and pulled her backwards, not taking in to consideration at all that she was pregnant and could hurt the baby if he wasn't careful.

My fears were confirmed as she tripped over her own feet, falling down the stairs. I couldn't see anything else as I ran outside, watching the scene unfold before me:

Harry sat on the ground, cradling a hysterical Jo as she shouted for her baby.

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a/n.

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