Unplanned

~ Olivia's POV ~
*Three Weeks Later*

I'm walking down the empty halls with tears streaming down my cheeks. I already know I'm late and the fact that I'm already starting to develop a small baby bump doesn't ease the anxiety ratcheting through my body in waves I didn't know how to control.

It wasn't until my book bag had slipped from my grasp that I realized I had ran into someone.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed and ducked my head away from the person, walking away before they grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Olivia?" I almost groan at the sound of Harry's British accent hitting against my ears. I don't respond as he demands I meet his gaze, but unfortunately I listen to his instruction.

"What's wrong?" He asks, fake sympathy lining his fake words with a fake sad smile and a fake concered expression. He's so fucking fake.

"I'm clearly not in a good mood." I say, stating the obvious.

"Have you ever considered ditching? I mean, you're nearly in tears on your way to class....skip with me." I roll my eyes at his insane suggestion.

"I don't think so." I wipe away my tears, eyeing him because I can never seem to understand him.

"Fine. Be as miserable as you want." He shrugs before brushing past me and towards the exit. I huff and drop my shoulders, following after him.

"Wait. I'll go with you...just this once though." I gave in, a smirk spreading his face as we exited the double doors. It was silent as he gestured for me to get in the passenger seat of his range rover. Him and his fucking oversized cars.

Ugh.

It was silent as we drive away from the school, I quietly regretted agreeing to joining him in the first place. Why did I do this?

God of only knows. {A/N: Better Than Words reference! BAHAHAHAHA k}

"So, why is it you're always like this?" I snap my head in his direction as we pull up to the local mall, a place I don't spend a big amount of time in.

"Like what?" I furrow my eyebrows at him while he puts the car in park

"You're either crying or pissed the fuck off. I just...at band camp you were the cutest little bundle of joy. You were so full of life and now..." He pauses, darting his tongue out to lick his lips. "You're different. I want to know why." I sink my teeth into my lower lip, nervously twisting by fingers about to keep myself occupied.

"I made a mistake and now it's going to haunt me for the rest of my life." I say, meeting questioning gaze. He takes my small hands in his larger ones in a form of comfort before he speaks.

"What was that mistake?" He whispers and I debate on telling him about this child, and that we may possibly be teenage parents.

"I slept with a guy...and it came back to bite me in the ass." I slip my hands from his grasp, sinking further into my seat and looking out the window with tears already starting down my cheeks.

"It's just sex, Olivia. I know it probably was hell for you, but it was quite satisfying for me." I roll my eyes, pushing open the car door and jumping out of it. God, he's full of himself. Our car doors slam closed at the same time and he takes long strides to catch up to me as I start to the mall.

"Are you PMSing because I'm confused." He says and he follows me over to the food court because I'm fucking starving.

"Something like that. I'm hungry, so go buy guy shit or whatever." I shrug and look over the menu of some pizza joint.

"What if I'm hungry too?" He asks and I roll my eyes, buying myself a cheeseburger and a water bottle. I sit down as Hardy orders and soon sits next to me with his food.

"Why do you even want to hang out with me?" I mumble, sipping at my water.

"Why wouldn't I? You're beautiful, smart, somewhat funny, and I thought we were friends." He frowns at my blunt attitude, but I shrug it of.

"Taking advantage of me then commenting me a few times doesn't make us friends." It's almost a snap, but I bite back my urge to lash out at this asshole who had no idea what he's done to me.

"Can we try?" He asks and I bite my lip again.

"Not after I tell you this." He furrows his eyebrows as I set down my good and rub my hands together nervously. "Harry I-" I cut myself off by a sob rattling up my throat and spilling free as tears stream once again.

"Hey...you can tell me anything." Liar. You fucking liar. I brush the hair out of my face and let out a breath as I slowly meet his penetrating eyes that bore into my own.

"I'm pregnant, Harry." It was so quiet that I was afraid he didn't hear me. But the way his eyes are wide and his skin is pale I know he heard me fine.

"You're joking right?" A bitter smile breaks into his face but I can tell it's forced as he attempts to keep his cool.

"No, Harry. I'm really having a baby." I choke out through my tears and he just stares at me, stunned and white as a sheet. Resembling a wall, almost.

"Wow, that sucks for you. Who's the daddy?" He asks and I drop my mouth open in shock. He did not just say that.

"You're the fucking daddy, Harry. I didn't have sex with anyone else!." I raise my voice slightly, but lower it as people start giving me odd looks.

"I'm not ready for this thing!" He gestures to my stomach and I gape.

"You think I am?! Harry, I'm fifteen years old. I'm a freshman in high school I can't have a baby! I didn't even want to tell you this because I knew you would react like this!" I cradle my head in my hands as I try and even out my staggered breaths.

"Why did you tell me then?! I would be a lot happier of you had just kept this to yourself!" He stands, grabbing his keys off the table.

"I refuse to be sucked into this." He snaps before walking out of the mall.

Holy shit.

Notes

GUYS I AM SO SORRY

LIKE I AM SO SORry!

i totally forgot I was writing this book. Like, it was Cupcake Harry's turn to update and I guess I just forgot....

...

for two two whole months.

I SWEAR I AM BAVK AND THKS STORY WILL BE UPDATED WHENEVER ME OR MY BESTIEST FRIEND HAVE TIME.


now that the fake shit is out of the way, let's get down to the real shit. (Actual quote from my good friend Jack;p)

HARRY WHY DD YOU DO TJAT?! You FUCKING JACK ASS

jkjk ily you harry, but srsly what the hell

~ HOLY DIMPLE