*Destiny’s POV*
*A week later/Health Class*

“Sexually transmitted diseases, or otherwise known as STDs, are an infectious disease that spread from person to person through intimate contact. It can affect, any gender, of all ages, and background, who are having sex. It is highly common among teens.” Our health teacher, Mrs Duffy, begun. She was lecturing us about sexually transmitted diseases.

Our health class was a mix of genders, due to the minimum amount of people who took phys. Ed this year. Ally, June, and I were in the same class, along with Harry, Louis, and Liam. We all sat together, in the corner of the room.

“I told you guys, sex is not right for you!” I sneered at my friends, as Mrs Duffy continued to lecture us.

“Oh, it's not that bad.” Harry waved me off.

“It's no big deal, Mr Styles? Are you sure?” Mrs Duffy challenged him, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, I for one, had sex with a lot of girls, and look at me, I’m completely fine,” Harry says, forgetting I was sitting right next to him. Letting out a large breath of air, I looked away from him. “I mean, uh, no I didn’t. I love you, Destiny?”

“Mhmm.” I sighed, knowing there is nothing I could do about his past.

“STDs can cause painful urination, lower abdominal pain, discharge from the penis in men, pain during sexual intercourse in women, bleeding between periods in women, and testicular pain in men.” Mrs, Duffy explained, I cringed at all the private body parts she spoke about, so clearly and confidently.

“Destiny, you’re such a baby. Grow up.” June laughed, as she had watched me the whole time.

“These words are gross.” I hissed at her, she merely laughed at my expense.

“The best way to prevent STDs is to abstains from all types of sexual contact.” Mrs Duffy continued.

“Ha! I’m the cleanest, and healthiest from all of you!” I exclaimed, proudly.

“That’s my girl.” Harry chuckled, leaning in for a kiss.

I pushed his face away, “You’re very dirty, Styles.”

“This year, the school’s sponsors provided money to allow this class, and one extra person, for each on of you to get a free, STD and STC tests.” Mrs Duffy mentions. “I want each of you to decide who your plus one is going to be, and tell me, before this Friday. Friday is the day we will all be going to a full day trip to the doctors, where each of you will be tested for these diseases. Permission forms are at the door, and are due by Thursday, by the end of school.”

Just as Mrs Duffy finished, the bell rang, indicating that the last period of the day was over.

“We all know who is passing this test with flying colours,” I smirked, proudly, as we all gathered our things, and filed out of the classroom.

“Oh, you’re so full of yourself.” Ally laughed.

“What do you mean?! This is the only thing I get to be proud about, and not get teased.” I declared, as we walked to our lockers, which happened to be next to each other.

“Oh, honey, it's just another reason to get picked on.” June laughed.

“How?!” I exclaimed, angry that I was being judged by my innocence.

“Shhh, it’s alright. We still love you, like crazy. You’re perfect. Forget all that, love.” Harry chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I looked up at his face, and smiled, as I sunk into his body, and rested my head against him.

Love is so broad; loving someone, includes, enjoying all the little things about them. I admired the dimple, on Harry’s check, the tiny freckles around his nose, the misplaced hairs on his eyebrow, the way he smiled so bright, the way he chuckled at jokes, the way he walked down the hall – with me by his side, and simple everything about him.

Love can be so narrow as well; loving someone, means loving them, and only them. Compared to Harry, no one else seemed to matter.

*Friday*

The whole class met up at the local subway station, with their additional partner. Harry brought Zayn, while I brought Mabel. Louis brought Elizabeth, while June’s plus-one was Niall. Liam and Ally didn’t bother getting plus-ones leaving two empty rooms, in the list which was filled up by two friends of one of the students in our class.

“Alright, kiddos. The morning part will be dedicated to the test, and the lunch, where you’ll get to Roman around downtown, and we will gather back at the doctor’s office to get your results. Understood?” Mrs Duffy explained, as we all gathered around her, and her plus-one, which was her best friend – Mrs Singh.

“Yes.” We all nodded and said in scattered voices.

“Then, let’s get going, shall we?” Mrs Duffy finishes, commencing our journey.

In the crowded subway, Harry got a hold of my hand, as he talked to Louis – his head turned away from mine. I looked at our intertwined hands, and looked back up at him, as I tightened my grip on him, and smiled, before looking back at the girls and carried on with our conversation.

“We’re here!” Mrs Singh announced, after our 30-minute long journey. We were all standing around in a waiting room, packed with people. All the seats full, and several people were seen standing. It would’ve been a typical situation, but not with the attitudes of the citizens. Several of them were complaining why it took so long to be treated, babies crying, children running around the place – screaming, some guy was trying to break the queue while saying their some kind of big shot in the government.

I wished out experience was a little more pleasant. I preferred to have sat down, after we took our queue number, chatting with my friends, as some people read the magazine, and other watched the television. Some would’ve been on their cell phone, awaiting their numbers to be called.

As we were gathered in the waiting room, we were called into the testing office in groups.

My group was called in last. My nine friends and I followed the middle-aged doctor, who was dressed in a white lab coat, and his grey hair, which was half gone, was combed back neatly.

We were explained how the testing process was going to work out and how they were going to do it.

“We just require a blood sample of each of you. My assistant, Jackelyn, will, prick a needle on each of your index fingers and collect your blood.” The doctor explained, in his thick, British accent.

The prick stung our skin, as blood slowly oozed out of our fingers. After the blood had been collected, we were lead out of the room, where another doctor talked to us about safe sex, a different disease that could affect us, how to prevent them, and be healthy in general.

It was nearly noon, by the time we were let out for lunch.

“I want all you back here in two hours. No later, understood?” Mrs Duffy declared. We all nodded and went off into the city.

We went to the largest mall in the area. Every section, crowded with customers. We roamed around, looking at the different clothing stores. We even visited some jewellery shops, cosmetic item shops, and footwear stores. We ventured into electronic stores, music and video stores, and through many sweets and snacks stores. Stopping at the food court, we had our lunch and then exited the mall. I captured several photographs of the downtown area and multiple photos of my friends.

Laughing at the funny faces we made in our pictures, we walked back to the hospital, as we met up with Mrs Duffy.

“All you’re results are in, and I’ll be giving them to you in your groups, so the secrecy is kept within the trustable circles.” The doctor says to everyone, as we were all seated around in the now, much more emptied waiting room.

Group by group, everyone was given their results. Some of the students came out with disappointed looks. A girl, who had only had sex once, came out of the office with a grieved expression plastered on her face.

“Oh my goodness, she must have the disease,” Mabel whispered to us, fearfully.

“But, she only had sex, like once,” June claimed. Suddenly, cold sweat began to form on my palms, making it clamming. My hands clasped tightly in front of my stomach, as I constantly fiddled with my knuckles, weaving my fingers in and out of each other.

“Love, don’t worry, you won’t get it. You’re still a virgin. No chance of you getting it.” Harry assures me, noticing my abnormal behaviour, as he places a hand on mine.

“Honey, I’m not worried about myself. I’m concerned about you.” I say, holding on to his hands.

“Don’t. I’ve checked all the symptoms online, just last night. I don’t have any of them, I promise.” Harry says, reassuring me, again.

“I’m still scared for you,” I say, placing my hand gently on his cheek. Harry closes his eyes and leans against my hand.

“Don’t be.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“True.” Harry chuckles lightly.

“We are ready for you.” The nurse, Jackelyn says to my friends and I. We all nodded, as we got up and followed her into the group. Harry walked behind me, with his hand intertwined with mine.

“These papers have your results written on them. So, whenever you’re ready, you can go ahead and check them out.” Jackelyn kindly says to us, as she hands us out small green cards.

“Alright. On the count of the three.” Louis declares, we all nod in agreement.

“One … Two …” Liam counts down, “Three!” and with that, we all quickly flipped open the green cards. Everyone sighed, in relief of their results – all except me.

“I’m clean!” Zayn exclaimed.

“Me too!” Elizabeth cheered.

“Is everyone clear?” Niall questioned, looking at everyone’s smiling faces.

“Yeah, I think so.” June nodded, happily.

“Destiny?” Harry says, noticing that I hadn’t said anything, as I continued to stare at my card. “Did you pass?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m clean. Obviously.” I quickly say, still staring at my card.

“Then, what’s wrong?” Mabel asked.

“I – I,” I stuttered, unable to tell them my results. If I said it out loud, it would make it real, and I didn’t want it to be true.

“Destiny?” Harry called me, his voice a little louder, and more concerned.

“I can’t have kids.” I chocked out. I started chewing my lower lip, as my eyes welled up with tears. I continued to stare at the green card, as the letters begin to dance around the page, ringing noises filled my head.

‘I can’t have kids. I can’t have kids. I can’t have kids.’ The words run like a broken record through my head.

“Destiny!” June screamed, shaking me awake from the trance I was in. I looked up, into June’s eyes, while mine were filled with threatening tears.

The moment the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. I bent forward and sunk my head into her shoulder, hugging her tightly, as I cried with great force. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I felt the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child.

The girls came to my side and soothed me until I could no longer spill any more tears. That’s when I noticed Harry was no longer by my side.

*Harry’s POV*

“I can’t have kids.” Destiny chocked out, on the verge of tears.

“What?” I unintentionally say.

Her words felt like I fell ten feet to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything. I desperately tried to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, utterly stunned as the words, “I can’t have kids,” bounced around, inside my skull.

Suddenly, anger began to boil deep in my system, hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and I know it was too much for me to handle. The pressure of this raging sea of angry would force me to say, or do things, I do not mean to.

I know I have to get out of everyone’s way before I erupt in my furious state. I know that this feeling will pass, but while it hasn’t, I’m well aware I could really hurt someone.

Immediately, I got up and stalked out of the door. Bursting opens the doors, and shutting them, with all my might. I ran out of the hospital, and on to the crib of the sidewalk, ignoring all the calls behind me.

Louis and Zayn chased me out of the building.

“Mate! What’s wrong?” Louis exclaimed, pinning me to the wall, to keep me from leaving.

“She can’t have kids, Louis. The love of my life can’t have children. Louis, I love this girl.” I exclaimed, grabbing hold of Louis’s arms, my voice beginning to crack.

“She the one?” Zayn asked, in a calm voice.

“Yeah. She’s the one.” I say, running my hand through my hair, pushing it back. “God, I love her so much.”

“Then, don’t let this one thing bother you so much, Harry! Are you going to let it come between you two?” Louis exclaimed.

“No. Obviously not, but if someday, we get married, I want to be able to have kids with her. Kids that have a little bit of me, and a little bit of her. I want that. I know its sounds tacky, but gosh, is it wrong that I want that, with her – with a girl, that I’ve fallen so madly in love with? Is it?” I stuttered, daring myself to cry. I wasn’t about to cry. Not in public. Especially not in front of the boys.

“Of course not. You’re a true man. Harry, if it was meant to be, then it will be, but look at the bright side, yeah?” Zayn says.

“What bright side?” I questioned him.

“You both are clear from any disease, and Destiny cannot have babies. So, no matter how much sex you two have, and nothing could ever go wrong. She has no reason to decline now,” He pointed out, with a smirk, making Louis and I laugh.

“I would love to see her come with an excuse now.” Louis smiled.

Just then, Destiny and the rest of our friends burst out of the hospital.

“Harry!” Destiny exclaimed, looking at me, through her dark, hurt, and pain-filled eyes, they were puffed and were painted with a light shade of red, hinting that she has been crying. Everyone felt us alone, outside, as they all went back inside the building.

“Destiny –“ I started, cut off my Destiny.

“Harry. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry.” She cried, holding both my hands and bringing it up to her face. “I’m so sorry, I can’t give you children.”

“Destiny, love. It’s alright. I swear, it's okay. I still love you.” I quickly say, cupping her face gently, as I inched closer to her.

“No. Harry, I’m sorry. I complained that I shouldn’t have sex because I might have children, and now – now I can, really, never have kids, no matter how much I try. I’m so sorry.” She continued to cry.

“Come here,” I say, bringing her closer to me, as I held her in my arms. She sank into my chest. “I love you, and I will always love you. No matter what. Something as simple as this, it can be ignored, maybe until much later. Nothing to worry about now. So, please stop crying. I love you. Do you love me?”

“Of course, I do, Harry!” She exclaimed, looking up at me.

“Good, because that’s all we need.” I smiled at her, planting a kiss on her nose, “Besides, now we can finally have sex.”

“Ew, gross Harry. No, it’s yucky.” Destiny giggled, trying to push me away.

“What! No! That’s not a valid reason.” I demanded.

“It is perfectly valid! There are probably tonnes of reasons, more valid than this, but until I come to know of them, this will do.” She smiled at me, dismissing her tears from clearly.

“Not fair!” I exclaimed.

“Is too!” She yelled.

“Is not!” I shouted back, crossing my arms over my chest angrily, pouting. Destiny giggled, and planted a kiss on my nose, and ran inside the hospital.

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