"Hey.... Kathryn?..." Harry reply's
" yep that's me"
This conversation couldn't get any worse.
"I'm Pregnant."
"Why are you telling me this?" He says unsure of what to say back
"Remember that one night at the frat party. Like 4 weeks ago."
" I don't usually remember, I'm either stoned or drunk off my ass." He chuckles walking away twards his next class.
" Look I cant be late to my next class." He says rushing to get to the hall. (next classroom)
I grab his arm and spinning him around to face me.
"Look Mr.Styles I'm pregnant with your child, that night we had sex."
His face turning pale I can tell he doesn't believe me.
Gently grabbing me by my arm he guides me outside the large building into the cold alley way.
"If this is a joke you can just tell me now . I know your lieing so spill." Hes getting more angered by the second.
"Why would I ever lie about something so serious?" Oh now this boy is getting on my nerves.
Harry lowers his voice. ".. did you take like a test or went to a doctor?"
"yes dammit i took a test, Congrats you going to be a father."
Harry places his hands on his neck and turns around muttering profanity under his breath.
"Lets talk bought this later. i need some time to think threw all of this" he says
"Can i have your number or something to reach you buy?"
" yeah" i say pulling out my i phone 6 and handing it to harry.
"Do u want to come to my room . I can cook dinner for us." Harry's says
"I've never seen you as the cook type, but sure ill be over at 5."
