*Harry’s POV*

I guess my mind was already fairly awake, just taking in the sounds of Hannah’s and my quiet breathing.I drew soothing circles on the bare skin of her lower back – knowing that she hated when people touched the upper part – with my arms wrapped protectively around her.Her breathing had changed a little while ago, letting me know that we were both already almost completely awake.Without warning, her skin was suddenly gone from me.I felt cold with the absence of her body pressed against mine, opening my eyes just in time to see her backside disappear through the door.What the hell?

Once I was standing upright, I realized that I had given myself a head rush.The room spun slightly as I moved wearily towards the door and down the hall.When I found Hannah it was pitiful; she was hunched over the toilet bowl and trying to hold her hair back at the same time.Sitting down on the side of the bath, I drew her hair back from her face, holding it behind her head.When the wave of morning sickness was over, she helplessly attempted swatting my hands away from her.She failed terribly when another wave came abruptly.I continued my actions, rubbing light circles on her bare shoulder.

This time she must’ve been sure that it was over because she stood up, flushed the contents down the drain, and walked to the sink.I stayed in my seat as she pulled out her toothbrush and toothpaste.All that I could do was study her; every aspect of her bare body was beautiful.She obviously caught me staring because, with toothbrush in mouth, the rest of her face blushed a deep red.Standing up, I slowly approached her, swiping her hair to one side before letting my hands rest on her hips.I peppered soft kisses over her shoulder before allowing my lips to attach with more substance to her neck.Her breathing became a little uneven as she attempted to carry out her actions.

Without words, she walked over to the shower and turned on the water.Turning to me, she gave me a meek smile that intrigued me but also clearly told me to leave.I cocked my head to the side, giving her the puppy dog look, but she only shook her head, knowing that she had the best puppy dog look and no one else’s had any affect on her.“I need to take a shower.”My expression became much more serious as I stepped towards her – the last time she had needed a shower, we hadn’t gone all the way and she felt disgusting.Our chests only inches apart, her head faced the floor, avoiding my stare.Snaking my fingers under her chin, I bent slightly to meet her eyes.

“Is everything okay Love?”Hannah’s face scrunched as she weighed her options carefully.

“Yeah… I just really need a shower.”She turned from my grip and stepped into the already steaming water.Watching her over my shoulder, I went to sit on the countertop by the sink and watched as she let the water run through her hair and over her skin.

“Hannah,” she jumped slightly – obviously having thought that I left, “d-did I do something wrong?D-did I hurt you?”It came out as almost a whisper and I wasn’t sure if she had heard me.I looked down at my hands in my lap, opening and closing them into light fists.

“Harry!”I looked back up with what I was sure was a look of despair.Here I was feeling amazing after last night and little did I know that she felt disgusted by what we had done.I shouldn’t be feeling triumphant… I should be feeling remorse.I should be making sure that she’s alright.Oh God.What if I hurt her?“HARRY!”I finally registered that she was calling my name for the umpteenth time with her head poking out of the side of the curtain.She must’ve read the look on my face because before I knew it she was stepping out of the shower – not worrying to grab a towel – and walking across the floor to me, leaving small puddles from her dripping wet body behind.I tried to stay focused on her face, but couldn’t help at my quadruple take that went to the rest of her body.Eventually she was so close that I could reach out and touch her, but she beat me to it.Ever so gently, her fingertips traced from the back of my jaw line to my chin, drawing my eyes up to meet hers.They were a spectacular shade of green (which I had come to connect with lust).Then, as fast as they were there, they were covered by her eyelids and her lips parted slightly, expecting me to make the final move forward.My hands found their place on her waist as my eyes closed, lips leaving a sweet kiss on her lips.They tingled as I pulled away from the left over toothpaste on her mouth.

When our eyes connected again, she ran a wet hand through my curls, pushing them back from my face.“If you had hurt me, I would’ve told you,” she spoke back just as quietly as my last words had come.“I just woke up with morning sickness and you don’t exactly feel clean after that.”She gave me a teasing smile and ruffled my curls before walking back across the bathroom and getting back in the shower.“I love you!” she called out as I turned to leave.Turning back at the door, I couldn’t help but catch her eyes through the clear part of the curtain and smile deeply at her.

I’d waited so long to hear those words come from her lips – like years upon years – and now that they had, I couldn’t control how happy they made me feel.I guess I already knew, or at least I hoped and prayed, that Hannah loved me, but never in our lives had she said it out loud.I knew that she had told other guys that she loved them, but she never slept with any of them.I sure as hell wasn’t going to sleep with her when I didn’t know if she was doing it because she loved me or because she wanted to do it for me.

Last night, I didn’t understand how she could be so afraid of me when I was trying to protect her.I didn’t understand how she could run to Lou when I had been the person that was there for her through everything that had happened – once I knew about everything of course.I didn’t understand why she would ever want me to lay her down in my bed and make love to her when I wasn’t even 100% sure that she loved me.Then, just when I thought that I was delusional and that she would never feel the way that I feel, she said it.The right three words left her mouth in the right order that let me know.She wasn’t afraid of me, and she didn’t run to Lou because he had done anything for her.She was afraid because she was realizing.Hannah was coming to terms with the fact that she loved me… and that scared her.

“I love you too,” I spoke quietly before I closed the bathroom door behind me.

*Hannah’s POV*

The hot water ran through my hair and down my backside.I heard Harry close the door after he had mimicked my words back to me.I smiled to myself, not thinking that I’d ever be able to adjust to the way my heart swelled when I spoke those words.They were the three most powerful words in my vocabulary and I would never use them with anyone else… ever.

~

Once I was out of the shower, I wrapped a white, fluffy towel around myself and took a deep breath, making sure that the sickness wouldn’t strike once again.The cool air in the hallway actually felt better than the hazy atmosphere of the bathroom.Walking passed Lou’s door, he was holding his mobile to his ear – no doubt checking in on Eleanor.I caught his eye as I strolled down the hall and he winked, giving me a knowing smile.After giggling like a school girl, I continued down the hall and gently pushed Harry’s bedroom door open.He was standing in his closet and also talking on his mobile.When he noticed me, his face looked slightly alarmed as he quickly tried to terminate the conversation he was having, now only using short answers to respond to the person on the other line.“Alright… see you then… bye.”He came out in a white t shirt and blue jeans – my favorite plaid shirt in hand.Did he steal that back from me?

“Don’t mean to be nosey Love, but are you going somewhere today?”He looked back at me from his dresser with a genuine smile on his face, dimples cutting deep into his cheeks.He nodded his head easily before turning all the way and walking towards me.Easily cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me before pulling away and looking deep into my eyes.

“We’re going home.”I gave him a look before looking around the room.Isn’t this technically your home?“No, Hannah.I don’t mean here – this isn’t home.I mean we’re driving back to Holmes Chapel today.”He kept the same smile on his face while my eyes became wide and frantic with worry and fear.When he noticed, Harry quickly rose to his feet and came to embrace me snuggly.Without a second thought, I clung to him, both hands fisting the front of his shirt as I breathed him in.

“Anne doesn’t…”

“She knows that we’re coming,” he cooed.“If anything, she’ll be thrilled.”I looked up to him, still not amused or put to the slightest bit of ease.He sighed before he led me over to sit on the end of the bed with him.He held both of my hands inside of his large ones.“Hannah, I want you to listen to what I’m saying right now, alright?”I blankly nodded my head.“It’s obvious that you’re not getting an abortion – it’s too late for that anyways – but most women don’t go this long without starting to show that they’re pregnant, especially if you’re starting to come up on the second trimester.”I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at my stomach through the towel.I’d almost forgotten that I was actually going to get bigger through all of this.“So we’re going to Holmes Chapel.You’re going to see a doctor there.”A look of astonishment came over my face, while his remained hopeful.

“Are you joking?!If you take me to the doctor then everyone will know.He could release it to the press and they’ll just run wild with it,” my eyes ran around the room frantically.“What happens when everyone finds out?God, the fans would hate me!What happens if they grow to hate you?!”I hadn’t realized that I was pacing until I ran into a brick wall, hands tightening around my wrists.

“Hannah?”

“What?” my eyes continued to wander and my breathing didn’t slow.

“I told Mum to get you in to see our old family doctor.”I gave him a terrified look.

“She knows that I’m pregnant?!”Harry only nodded his head subtly.The little worry that had left my expression returned twice as severely at the though of Anne knowing what happened to me.Again, as if he were reading my mind, Harry pulled me safely into his chest before he spoke into my hair.

“She thinks it’s mine, Hannah.I want it to be mine, so I just told her that we’re having a baby.Mum has no idea that there’s a chance that…” he dropped off, body tensing at the thought of me having Marcus’ child.With a few deep breaths, I drew away from Harry, still not meeting his eyes.I could feel his glare on me as I wearily nodded my head before I walked so that I could go to get dressed.

~

The ride back home was fairly quiet.There were a few times when Harry had tried to make conversation, but I was too in a daze out the window to converse.The whole time I was getting ready, I could only think of one thing:What happens once we know?I wasn’t stupid and I knew that Harry wasn’t either.Once the doctor saw us, she would be able to narrow it down to the week that the baby was conceived.We would know if the thing growing inside of me belonged to the mad that I loved or the being that I hated most.

*Harry’s POV*

I knew how nervous Hannah was.She had always been shit at hiding it and I felt a little guilty that she was like this because of the appointment that I had scheduled for her.Eventually I gave up on trying talking to her – her mind was somewhere else right then.All of me could act like nothing was going on, but I knew better.Her appointment was for tomorrow, and that was the day I would find out if I was its biological father.I had decided a long time ago that, either way, I would be a dad.I would be the father of the child that my girlfriend gave birth to, whether it was truly mine or not.

We held hands on the center compartment, but her grip wasn’t the same as it normally was – steady and strong.Instead, it changed continuously between clinging and needy to weak and careless.My guess was that it was changing with her emotions.She was probably pissed as me and would lighten her grip, but then held on tighter, wanting me to be here for her.To be honest, even if she didn’t want me to touch her at all, I would still be here for her.I started to hum subconsciously into the silence of the car, but was shaken out of it when I heard Hannah sniffle.My eyes shifted between her and the road.I saw her wiping the wetness from her face before I finally caught her eye.

“Great song choice,” she weakly smiled at me before going back to an attempt at fixing her makeup.Letting my eyebrows furrow slightly, I tried desperately to think of what song I had started singing.My face softened and fell as I realized I had been humming the tune to With Arms Wide Open.I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze but I knew it did little good.

It didn’t take much longer to get from point A to point B and Hannah gave a shuttered sigh as we pulled into the old driveway of my mum’s house.With a few deep breaths, she climbed from the car and I ran around to meet her on the other side.I intertwined our fingers once again and she held on for dear life.The walk to the door seemed excruciatingly long this time – as if we were walking death row.I didn’t get the chance to reach for the doorknob before the door was thrown open.Hannah’s sharp breath intake let me know that she was freaking out.Without hesitation, I dropped her hand and slid in behind her to wrap my arms around her waist.She sighed into my arms as my hands rested on her stomach.I put on a smile as if the car ride not five minutes ago hadn’t been as intense as hell.Looking down, I saw that Hannah was doing the same and I leaned down to kiss the top of her head – thankful that she was ready to fake it for the sake of my mother.

*Hannah’s POV*

All that Anne could do was smile at us, eyes shifting from me to her son to the place where her first grandchild – or supposed first grandchild – grew in the pit of my stomach.I felt Harry kiss my hair as I faked a smile for the only person in the world that would be happy about her son knocking up some girl.She walked into the house as Harry and I followed closely behind.Without hesitation, Harry grabbed his bags and my own and started heading up the steps.“Babe, I’ll come help you!” I called as he was halfway up the steps. Before anyone could appose, I was up the steps – right behind Harry.

Shutting the door of Harry’s old bedroom behind me, I plopped down, lying on his bed to face the ceiling.My hands rested unconsciously on my stomach in a maternal pattern.I heard Harry shuffling around, but I closed my eyes, not really caring that much.“Hey, I thought that you were coming up here to help me.”I could here the smile in his voice as he continued to move things and put articles away.For some reason, I was sincerely not amused.

“God forbid,” I paused, hearing how harsh my words had actually come out, “that I should have two seconds that aren’t spinning me in a whirl wind.”The second part came out softer than the first.Harry’s movement slowed to a stop before I could hear his feet padding slowly across the room and then the corner of the bed sunk in where he sat down.Opening my eyes, I tilted my head to the side.Harry’s head hung low in his hands.With caution, I hauled myself to my knees and crawled to his corner of the bed.His head rose as I sat down behind him.My legs wrapped his waist – arms wrapping around his rib cage – and I rested my chin on his shoulder.

In Harry’s hands was a picture from one of our vacations.

~

We had traveled to the U.S. and stayed right on the coast.The sun was just setting over the horizon and I was looking out over the water.I hadn’t felt Harry walking behind me until both of his hands clasped over mine.I jumped slightly.

“Do you see them?” his voice was low, intriguing to me.Neither of us could have been a day over seventeen.

“See what?” my eyes scanned the coastline.One of Harry’s hands stayed over my own, but the other picked up my hand, making it a pointer finger.Out near the horizon, dolphins flipped one way and the next; they captured our total attention.Neither Harry nor I moved an inch, as if it would scare the beautiful creatures away.Our attention was finally drawn by a bright flash.Looking to the source, we found that – with all of the beauty around us – Mum had found us more interesting and snapped the shot.

~

As I looked over Harry’s shoulder now, I saw our identical smiles as we studied what was out in the water, although you couldn’t see the dolphins because the camera was angled towards us.We both gazed at the photo for what seemed lie forever.

“Don’t you miss it?” he spoke up.His voice was groggy and husky as if he had just woken up.

“Miss what?”I mumbled against his neck.

“When everything was just,” he tapped his fingers against the side of the frame, “this simple… You know… When things were just picture perfect?”Setting the picture by my bum on the bed, he got up and went to sit in his desk chair.Again, he hung his head low and raked his hands through his hair.“I’m sorry Hannah.”The words were so soft I wasn’t quite sure if I was imagining them or not.Sitting up from my slouched position, still on the corner of the bed, I gazed at Harry in wonder and in sympathy.I hated to see him hurting, but why was he?I was the one that had snapped at him.

“What are you sorry for?”He sat back in his chair, elbows extended outwards, but he was facing away from me.

“I’m the reason that your life is insane… If it weren’t for me, everything would be perfectly normal.”I stood and silently started walking towards him.“God knows what may or may not have played out if I had just had the strength to keep my hands…” he was interrupted by me swinging one leg over to straddle him.His eyes had been closed, but they opened to meet mine.Pushing some stray curls from his face, he closed his eyes once again.I leaned in to press our foreheads together.Inching in more, I could feel his breath wash over my lips.

“Harry?”His eyes opened, urging me to go on.“You’re worth it,” I whispered against his lips.I touched his face with one hand as our lips brushed before connecting completely.Without hesitation, they began moving in sync, working against each other.When we separated, I tucked my face into the crook of his neck, tucking my arms around his lower back.In turn, he enveloped me in a warm blanket that was his arms and torso.His chin rested on my head, breath blowing my hair slightly.I began leaving soft kisses on the bare skin of his neck.As the kisses got longer and more taunting, I was interrupted.

“Babe… Babe… Hannah I’m serious.”He worked to pull me away from his neck, while still keeping me in his lap – he wasn’t trying to hide himself getting a tiny bit hard, but I didn’t show that I noticed.I sat there with a pleased look on my face, but let it fade when his didn’t mirror my emotion.He looked away from me, hands still resting on my waist.A few curls fell into his line of vision.

“Harry,” I leaned back into his view, “I’m sorry that I snapped at you about unpacking… and you’re definitely not the reason that my life’s crazy.It’s my own fault…” I stayed quiet for a few minutes.Harry didn’t say anything either.Before long Harry’s grip held onto my waist a bit tighter as he stood up, taking me with him.I clung to his neck as he carried me over to lay me on the bed.I closed my eyes and felt him kiss my forehead and my nose before he left a plump, lingering kiss on my lips.His hands lifted my shirt and I let a smile creep onto my face, thinking that I had gotten to him.Then Harry did something that I wasn’t expecting.With extreme caution, he left the same lingering kiss halfway between the bottom of my ribcage and my hip bone – right in the middle of my stomach.There was a tingling sensation that went through my body before I opened my eyes to see him getting up and walking for the door.“Babe, where are you going?”He stopped just before the door.He turned his head to the side, but not enough to look at me.

“I-I’m gonna go for a shower.”He turned the rest of the way to look at me with a soft smile.I didn’t know why or how, but I could tell that it wasn’t genuine.It didn’t reach his eyes the way it normally did, and even if he faked dimple smiles for billions of fans, I could still see straight through it.Whatever the reason, the beautiful boy disappeared out of the room without another word.

Notes

Hey!!! I know.... it's literally been a month and you all hate me now :/ I've had this chapter written for forever but school just started back up and I haven't had a breathing moment to do anything other than school work and play for my school volleyball team. My mom's also using the computer a lot for work so that makes things tough too. Anyways, I'm already writing fifty eight and I'm going to try to post as soon as I can. Let me know what you're thinking with Hannah and Harry. What is Anne going to think about her son supposedly getting a girl pregnant? There'll be a new antagonist in the next chapter .o. so yeah!
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