4 years ago
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It's any other normal day, besides our 1 year anniversary, freshman year of high school. My true love and I are both 15.

HARRY

Today isn't just a normal day for us. It's been a year since we got together, and it's been rough but the best. I've never loved a girl so much before. She's so beautiful, and she's all mine. I can't wait to see her tonight, I'm going to make it perfect for her. She's puts up with me everyday, she deserves what's coming.

I wait patiently in my room for her to get here. The need for her here and the need to see and touch her hurts. My mom shouts from downstairs, "Sweetie, your lady is here."

"Finally." I say to myself. I open the door and there she is standing there her hand pushing my chest backing me towards the bed. Her lips ravish mine before I can tell her hello. She gets up, rushing to pull off my pants. I grab her hands. "Baby." I laugh. "We've got time. Slow down."

She doesn't say a word, our lips connect again. I would say she's acting very weird but that's her everyday. She loves me so much she rushes to feel me. This isn't the first time we've ever done it. To me every time is better.

I begin to throw off her jacket and then lift her shirt revealing her gorgeous chest. Kissing down her neck I cuff her breasts and kiss them each. Her head throws back in pleasure. I lead wet kisses down to the seam of her pants. She pulls my hair when I pull her pants down and leave one small kiss on her panties.

She pulls my face to hers and jumps on my hip, "no more fucking games, I need you now." I throw her down on my bed in response. Ripping her underwear in half. While she's a moaning mess I roll on a condom quickly. My tip touches her entrance, I watch as she unfolds beneath me. "I love you." I say before kissing her and shoving into her tiny heat.

She bites my lip and almost screams. I begin pumping in and out, her hips now going with my rhythm. She clutches around me pushing me over the edge. "Oh Kris." I bury my head in her neck nipping lightly. "God I love you Kristen." Her fit of moans gets louder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." She's whines as we both reach our climax.

One last thrust and we both share each other.

I plop next to her. Both of us sheared with sweat. It's always an amazing experience. She won't talk to me and it seems suspicious. I mean it's our anniversary she should talk to me, maybe even say she loves me. I always tell her I do, I never here her say it back.

A few minutes later I'm on the verge of passing out but I feel her move.

"Where are you going?" I ask her throwing some shorts on.

She's rushing while putting her clothes back on. She usually stays and sleeps over. What is going on lately. "I have to head out Styles. I'll see you tomorrow." She kisses my lips again and licks them before leaving me alone in my bedroom.

I lay against my headboard thinking of things I could do to change for her. Looking on the floor I see Kristen left her scarf I better run it to her real quick.

I get up picking the ball of fabric off the floor something falls out off it. A small square piece of paper. I pick it up and turn it over. Black and white. What lies on this paper makes me gulp, makes my world stop, makes my heart pound. "Oh my-I'm gonna be-I'm gonna be-." My breaths gets heavy. Is this what I think it is?

I stumble to grab my coat and some shoes, running out of my house to hers 4 blocks over.
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I continue running to her house, trying to call her to make sure she's there. Did I mention it's below freezing outside?

Reaching her steps I take a breath and knock. I start to sniffle at what I'm about to find out in the next few seconds.

Kristen's dad answers the door, "Kristen. Where is she?" I say still trying to catch my breath. He points to her room and I slam the door behind me. There she is. My true love that's been hiding something from me.

"Styles? What the hell are you-?" She gasps when she sees what's in my hand. Her eyes big, mine starting to water. "I-I-I. I was going to tell you I swear." She stutters. I walk to her and embrace her body. A smile forming on my on my lips. I can't let go. This is the mother of my child. We're going to be parents. I'm going to be a dad.

I'm going to be a dad.