closer; w2s

11

I sat in my room and cried and cried, how the fuck was I gonna tell Harry I was pregnant for starters and even the worse, the other thing!

I let the cold tears roll down worked up cheeks. I can't handle a baby and I can't ruin Harry's life like this.

Buzz!

My phone screen lit up and I slowly glanced down at it with my eyes sweating with tears.

I managed to work out the words "Harry❤️🔐"

I wiped my eyes and picked up my phone

Harry❤️🔐: hey baby! I ain't heard from you in a while I just hope everything is okay, im gonna come over and check on you. Love you ❤️X

I ignored the message and thought fuck. Fuck how will I tell him

20 minutes later
My bedroom door opened, slowly the figure of Harry revealed itself.

I look at him with despair.

The words 'hey' leave his mouth

I nod my head, i don't know how to tell him.

"What wrong?" He asked me

I looked at him like I should not tell him.

He approached me and sat beside me on my bed, he wrapped his arm around my waist and spoke reassuringly .

'I'm pregnant harry'
 
His face dropped 'but-'