I want to write you a song.
19.
"Still Olivia, I am starting to think I am unattractive." Harry moans in bed, "yes sometimes they are irregular."
"LA, LA" He covers his ears. "Ok since still no sex, I'm going down to the studio." He hops out of bed and retreats down the corridor.
While he occupies himself in the studio, I occupy myself in the bathroom, just do it Liv. I take the stick out and do as the instructions say.
I watch the stick, then the clock, then the stick and then the clock again. I swear time is frozen. Thank god I can hear noise coming from the studio so I know he won't come up.
Oh lord what if I am pregnant? Harry and I have always spoken about kids he has been very vocal about them, but not now. We have only been together not even a year. I love him I do and he is in my future and I am in his.
But it's way too early for a child, could I bear it, carry it, we are both so young and have more to learn and experience together and my career I want to start and the band, oh god all the fans will hate me.
I also hate that I have left Harry out of this frightening experince but until I know for sure what is going on there is no need for him to worry. I bite my nails with fear and my heart is racing my timer finally goes off. I pick up the stick to see my fate.
I wipe my palms on my jeans and open the door to the studio. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I interrupt his thoughts, he presses the pause button and spins himself around so he is facing me. I gently spread my legs apart so I can sit on his legs. I bury my head in his chest and he runs his hands down my back against my bare skin.
"All good there." I remove my head from his chest and nod my head, cupping my hands both sides of his cheeks. I kiss his lips and he does not hesitate and kisses me back.
"I'm all done now." I raise an eyebrow and he forcefully kisses me.
Right now I don't care for any results, I just need him to take care of me and feel him against me. I need to be with him he makes me safe.
