Claire's POV
It's now been a week since I last heard from Louis and I hate to say it but I am utterly irritated and disssapoieith him.
Why did he go ahead to make promises that he knew he wouldn't be keeping. Douche head.
Moving from him shouldn't be this difficult. I fail to fully understand how deep everything 'him' had seeped into my system. Keep in mind that I also have his DNA in me right now, to make matters even worse.
Oh, I hate him. I hate him so much. I hate how much I started to fall for him, how I started to hope and think that things could solidify into something real.
"What are you doing, Claire?" Grandma swatted my hand away before I realized what I was doing. Shit!
I looked down at my hands to see that I almost pricked the wrong finger for her daily blood sugar test.
"Oh my God," I squeaked, "I….I didn't … sorry Grandma."
"What's got you so absentminded?" She questioned, taking the finger prick from me.
"Nothing, I guess it's just the pregnancy hormones."
