Chapter 37

                                    

                                          
And if only I could hold you
You'd keep my head from goin' under
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
When I got home last night I barely had enough energy to change and brush my teeth. Waves of exhaustion have been hitting me more frequently this past week and it's very weird. I usually am not like this.
                          
But after I put on one of Harry's t-shirts, a fresh pair of underwear, and brushed my teeth, I practically passed out when my head hit the pillow. I wanted to stay up and wait for Harry to come join me, falling asleep with him cuddling me has become something I enjoy very much. But I simply didn't have the energy to stay up.
                          
The sun shining through my windows just woke me up. As my mind starts to wake up and catch up to my body, I realize my human care bear isn't clinging to me like a koala. That's very unusual. But last night was very stressful. So maybe he is on a ride right now to clear his head. I know I could use some stress relief as well.
                          
I eventually will myself to get out of bed and trudge over to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face to wake myself up a bit more.
                          
After I finish washing my face, I look for my towel to dry my face off. As I grab my towel I see my box of tampons on the lid of my toilet. I don't think anything of it at first. But after I dry my face, I start to think about how it's the first of the year and I should have started my period by now.
                          
My brows furrow in thought as I calculate how late I am. It must be because I have been under stress with all the unknowing of what the electrics had planned.
                          
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm ten days late.
                          
Oh fucking shit balls.
                          
With my revelation, I rush to my room to throw on a pair of shorts and my red chucks before grabbing my keys and rushing out to my bike. I need to get a pregnancy test. Right fucking now.
                          
I can't be pregnant. Harry and I always use a condom. We couldn't have forgotten. I must just be late.
                          
When I step outside, I am met with a very confusing and strange sight. Harry's bike is parked in it's usual spot, which means he isn't on a ride right now. But what's even weirder is that his trailer door is open.
                          
I have never been inside Harry's trailer.
                          
I know it may seem strange, given how close Harry and I have gotten. But he always has seemed so against letting people see inside and I never have felt like pushing him to share stuff with me. I respect his privacy and trust him to show me, or tell me, things whenever he feels comfortable to do so.
                          
But seeing his door wide open in broad daylight, his bike still here, and knowing he isn't at my place, has my body suddenly overcome with panic.
                          
My feet carry me towards his trailer before my mind even has a chance to make the decision to do so or not.