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You stopped taking your birth control pills.

Every time you would see a baby in the grocery store or in the mall, you could not help but feel envious of the lucky mother, and angry at your husband for not wanting to start a family soon. Harry was very cautious. On top of the pill, Harry also wore a condom every time you had sex, which was quite often.

So, one day, you forgot to take your birth control, and then you forgot the next day, and then you had missed a whole month's worth of pills.

You felt guilty every time you looked at the full pack of pills in the cabinet, which led to you throwing it all away a few days ago.

Today, you took a pregnancy test. It was positive. You could not be happier to finally be able to start a family. How mad could Harry be? You had been together for four years, married for two, you and him had traveled to multiple countries and destinations, and had had the time of your lives. It was time for the two of you to finally settle down.

You couldn't wait to see what your baby would look like. Would it be a girl or a boy? Would they have Harry's eyes or yours? Would they have curly hair? You hoped if it was a girl she would look like Anne or Gemma. They were both gorgeous.

. . .

You were laying in bed. It was close to midnight. Maybe when the baby comes Harry will come home early and we can all have dinner as a family, together, you think. Harry walks into the bedroom, walking slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. The floor still manages to creak, stopping him in his tracks. You stay still, and he undresses before climbing into bed.

He wraps his arms around your body in a warm embrace. He kisses the back of your head. "Goodnight love," You turn to face him.

"Hi," you whisper as he pulls you closer to his chest.

"I thought you were fast asleep," he smiles. "Tell me about your day."

Your heart starts to beat faster, and butterflies flutter in your tummy. "I found out some exciting news today," you start. A smile stretches across Harry's face.

"Tell me about it."

"Well, I'm pregnant," you laughed.

Harry's entire demeanor changes with those three words. First, his body tenses up. Next, his lovely green eyes glaze over with confusion. Then, his body detaches from yours and he sits up stiffly, pushing himself to the edge of the bed.

"Harry," you say softly. You scooch closer to him, placing a hand on top of his back reassuringly. You rub his back in circles, but it doesn't seem to be helping.

"Please tell me this is a joke," he mumbled. His fingers run anxiously through his hair, pulling at the ends. Your heart drops at his reaction.

"Really Harry?" You raise your voice.

He jerks his body away from you and gets up, pacing the floor. "How could this happen?" He talks to himself. "We are always so careful," he spits. "It's almost impossible."

You roll your eyes. "You know that not every type of birth control works one hundred percent, Harry." He groans, trying not to punch the wall in frustration.

"I don't get it!" Harry voices his anger.

"Get what?" You try to stay as calm as possible. What could he not understand?

Harry storms into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with force. You sit in disbelief, eyes wide, jaw dropped.

"Y/N!" Harry thundered. Snapping out of your thoughts, you walk towards the bathroom.

Just as you go to open the door, Harry flings the door open, nearly hitting you. The two of you stand in the doorway, between the lit bathroom and the dark bedroom.

"Are you okay?" You try to reach out to grab his arm for comfort, but he yanks it away.

In his hand, he holds your birth control pills you had thrown away only a couple days ago. He jaw clenches, and he takes a deep breath. You are scared.

"What the fuck are these doing in the trash, y/n?" Harry demands. "It says 'for the month of October' and none of these have been taken? We're halfway through fucking November!" He chucks the pills on the ground.

"Listen Harry—"

"No! I don't want to listen. You went behind my back and got pregnant. Having a child is supposed to be a mutual decision. One parent alone does not make this choice." Steam is practically fuming out of his ears. His words stab your heart.

"I know you are busy but we can make it work!" You plead, trying to convince him.

"I don't know," He storms passed you. "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight," he grumbles, slamming yet another door closed, startling you.

Hot tears stream down your cheeks as you climb back into your empty bed. You fall asleep on Harry's side, cradling his pillow in your arms.

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Update: I won't be doing a part 2 cause i feel like it won't be as good sorry!