PERSONAL IMAGINE
SECRETS
"Did you get me the chocolate I asked you to buy, Harry?" I yell from the bed in which I still lie, wrapped up in blankets. I feel all sick and every now and then I have to throw up. The reason for all this is my pregnancy but Harry thinks that I'm sick but only because I'm too scared to tell him. What if he leaves?
"Oh fuck, sorry baby I forgot it!" He says and gives me a short glance before carrying the bags into our kitchen. I groan.
"This was like the fourth time you forgot something."
"Well yeah sorry I'm not used to go grocery shopping all the damn time." Harry snaps and I roll my eyes. We've been fighting way too much for my liking lately. I pull the blanket over my head and close my eyes.
"Destiny, I don't know what the hell is going on with you but I'm sick of it," Harry says and pulls the blanket away from me, "You're in bed all day and I have to do everything for you. I usually like taking care of you but whatever the hell I do is wrong. Everything is my fault!"
"Well, it is certainly not my fault that I feel like shit!" I say and pull at the blanket.
"No but is it my fault? I have nothing to do with why you feel like this? Usually, you're nicer when you're sick. I don't know usually the most things you complain about is that I'm not cuddling with you but now you complain because I forgot chocolate even though you run to the toilet whenever you eat something!" Harry yells and I close my eyes, praying he will stop screaming.
"Now stop screaming, my God."
"Fuck, Destiny, I'm not your servant! I'm your boyfriend and I love you, yes fuck I love you more than anything but I don't let you to boss me around."
"Well, guess what, if I do nothing else but annoy you I will go to my parents."
"Oh yeah just go to your mother who will do everything for you until you feel better." Harry says and throws a pillow to the floor. I get up from the bed and bump his shoulder on purpose when I pass him. With the keys in my hand I put on my shoes and my jacket.
"Destiny, don't you dare—" Harry starts but I only flip him off before I exit our flat. Angrily, I tear the door of the car open and get in. I see Harry standing on the pavement but I'm already on my way to drive to my Mother's.
Nothing goes how I planned it. I haven't planned on getting pregnant and I haven't planned on feeling like shit. I wish I would have enough courage to tell him what is going on, to tell him that I'm pregnant. He needs to know, after all he is going to be the father.
My mother already knows that I'm pregnant. Basically, everyone around me knows that I'm pregnant, except for Harry's family and Harry himself.
I watch TV the whole afternoon which was quite boring without my Harry lying next to me, his arms wrapped around me, without his soft snores in my ear, without his warm body or husky voice when he is commenting something that happened in whatever we are watching.
"Darling, are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"Yeah, the baby is fine." I answer. As soon as people know you are pregnant they don't care anymore about your condition but only about the condition of your unborn child.
"No, no. I meant, how are you? Why are you here? Did Harry leave after you told him about the baby?"
I sigh. "He doesn't know."
"Still? Don't you think it's time to let him know?"
"Of course it is! I should have told him right when I found out but...I don't know...something just...held me back."
"He's a great man, Destiny. And from what I know he will be a great father too, and he will be happy about being a father."
"Hopefully," I say and nod, "But I can't tell him now because we are in a fight. He's sick of me being 'sick'."
"He's coming over."
"He is what?"
"I called him," My mother admits and I stare at her in shock, "I knew you didn't tell him and the only reason why you would run to me is when you and Harry are fighting. So I called him, or well he called me, asking me where you are and I told him."
"Mom! I wanted to do that on my own!" I groan and lie back down. My eyes are fixed onto the ceiling. She pats my head before standing up to go to the door since the door bell rang only seconds ago.
How am I supposed to tell him? What am I supposed to tell him? I can't tell him about the baby. He will be even more upset than he is right now. I don't think he would be upset because of the pregnancy but because I have been hiding it for so long.
"Destiny?" I hear Harry's soft voice when I turn my head I see him standing in front of the bed, lips pressed together. I sit straight up and sort my hair.
"I'm sorry for screaming at you. It's not your fault that your sick and I love taking care of you. I love being there for you because I love you, okay? I'm sorry I was a jerk."
"I'm not sick, Harry." I confess and he narrows his eyebrows.
"Course you are. You threw—"
"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't tell you earlier but I'm," I crawl over to him, making the space between us disappear and take his hands in mine, "I'm pregnant, Harry."
He remains silent for a couple seconds before a huge smile appears on his face. Harry lets go off my hands only to cup my cheeks and kisses me, making me fall backwards and him with me.
"Pregnant? With a baby?" Harry asks, completely taken a back but happily. I roll my eyes.
"Of course with a baby, silly."
"I love you, Destiny," Harry whispers and kisses me again, "A baby! We're going to be parents, love."
"Yes...yes we are." I say, almost crying from joy because to see Harry so happy is all I ever wanted. Harry pushes my shirt up to reveal my stomach. He places soft kisses on it and smiles up to me.
"Hello baby, can you hear me?"
"Harry." I say laughing and cover my face with a pillow while my hands are still gripping Harry's curly hair. Harry chuckles and I can feel his hot breath tickling the skin of my stomach.
"It's your Daddy here. You're currently inside of your beautiful Mommy but we already love you so much, don't we?" Harry asks and looks up to me. I take the pillow from my face and return the smile.
"Of course we do."
"And in a few months you will finally see how beautiful your Mommy is because she is the most beautiful woman on earth." Harry whispers and kisses my stomach again. He shifts a bit around until his face is leveled with mine again.
"I love you, Destiny, and this...this is the best thing that could have happened to us." Harry says and kisses me tenderly.