Hair Dye & Emotion

Chapter 20

*Lucy POV*

Three weeks after the AHS Marathon, the teasing about the marks on my neck was still going on, mainly from Calum but that was the least of my worries. I was feeling strange and I didn't know why. I guess it was just a bug that I'd caught and it would pass soon enough. I had been throwing up in the mornings and it had been horrid. I was currently lazing around on the sofa again with a blanket strewn across my body by Ashton. He was trying to care for me; he was more or less healed now. I kept shivering and the blanket wasn't helping much. Ashton had begun to worry but I just shrugged it off. My phone rang and I answered it without bothering to check the caller ID.

"Lucy! When are you getting here? I need help!" Alicia shouted at me down the speaker.

"What are you talking about?" I asked and heard her laugh in response.

"Did you forget its moving day? Your helping me take some stuff round my new place..." I zoned out an internally groaned. I had forgotten that I had agreed to help her because of my current ill state.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I forgot. I'm still not feeling 100%" I told her, rubbing my stomach to try and ease the dull pain that was piercing my bottom half.

"It's okay. I can handle it myself but I'm coming to see you after though okay? I'm only going to put my clothes away and unpack my kitchen. All the furniture was arranged by the moving guys and I like the arrangement so that's easier for me" She told me. I nodded but realised she couldn't see me.

"That's good. Okay" I told her, feeling drowsy again. My eyelids felt so heavy and I just wanted to close them and stop fighting a battle with my own fatigue. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness and then everything went black.

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When I finally opened my eyes again I sat up and stretched. My phone was on the floor and I looked at the time. It was 8 at night! I have slept for over 8 hours! My stomach was churning... oh no... I thought and ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach when I reached it. I felt hands rubbing my back and holding my hair back.

"It's okay baby. I'm here" Ashton cooed, trying to sooth me even though I felt like complete shit. I probably looked like complete shit too but Ashton had seen me at my worst so that didn't bother me anymore. I sat up and started to cry. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was sick of throwing up.

"Ash, why am I ill? This is horrible." Ashton chuckled quietly and hugged me. I pulled out of his embrace and he looked at me with confusion in his eyes

"I don't want you to get ill." I told him, my voice hoarse and sorry from my latest bout of vomiting.

"I don't care if I get ill. I'll take it" he replied, kissing my temple softly. I smiled weakly and stood up. I wanted to take a shower and I hoped it would make me feel a lot better so I ushered Ash out of the room and stripped down. Once I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked over to the cabinet to find something that would settle my stomach. I pushed various bottles aside, but stopped my search when I noticed a box in the cupboard. My brain began to work at overtime, analysing dates, counting and trying to put pieces of a puzzle together. I grabbed my phone and looked at my calendar. I counted back from today's date. 2 weeks. I was two weeks late on my period. How had I not noticed it sooner? My legs felt like they were going to give way. It all made sense. The throwing up in a morning, the sudden illness... I don't think I'm ill anymore... I think I'm pregnant. My breathing became irregular and I felt like I was going to pass out. I was on autopilot so I grabbed my phone and shut off the calendar and opened up my contacts list, looking for a certain red haired girl's number. I dialled it and hoped she would answer. It wasn't that late at night so I couldn't see a reason why she wouldn't.