One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 10.

                                                              ***Victoria's POV:***

What an idiot I was. Maybe I was being dramatic with the whole baby thing. And maybe that pregnancy test was wrong. That's probably it. Yes! Thats it! The pregnancy test went wrong! I nodded my head in approval, and lifted a finger. The pregnancy test was wrong!

I was losing my mind. What was happening to me? I changed into loose pajama bottoms and a sports bra before jumping into bed. No brushing my teeth, hair, or pulling off my socks. I was tired as hell, and sleep would be the answer to this all...including the baby.

***Cock a doodle doo***

Sunlight seeped into my dark eyes before I realized morning had come. I rubbed them and little, and sat up in bed, feeling a little dizzy. 

Harry? I thought. He wasn't next to me like I thought he would be. I got up, and pulled my hair up into a high ponytail with a hair tie on the nightstand.

"Haz?" I said outloud, but was cut off by a disturbing rumble of my stomach. Nausea took over, and I only could stumble to the bathroom, push open the door, and lean over the toilet...and heave.

"What...the...heck." I wiped my mouth, and sat cross legged on the bathroom floor, letting all these disgusting nooks and crannies flow out of my mouth and swirl into the toilet.

Flush flush flush.

"Vic?"

I jumped at the familiar noise, which only triggered another batch of vomit. 

"Oh my God." I heard Harry say, and I mumbled for him to go. "Leave, Harry. You don't want to see this."

"No...It's fine." I heard him say shakily. Either he was grossed out by the vomit, or grossed out that I actually really might be pregnant. But no...I wasn't...I couldn't be.

I flushed the toilet again, and closed the lid, laying my head on the top. Curse my life. I just HAD to go out and become darn-freaking pregnant...didn't I?

"Harry...get out. You can go. I don't want you to see this." I said, lifting my head up. Pull yourself together, you douchepant. 

"Nah. It's okay."

"Not really." But I hopped up, and shook my head as I splashed my face with icy cold water.

"I'll make waffles for breakfast." I said.

"Alrighty." He said, and made his way out.

"AND." He stuck his head back in.

"This never happened. You never saw it. I'm NOT pregnant."

I thought I heard him mumble "mood swings" before he shuffled his way downstairs.

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"What do you want to do?" He asked, drumming his fingers on the wooden table, after a hearty breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, waffles and fruit.

"I dunno. Fifa 13?"

He smiled, and lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Can we?"

"Sure...why not?" I smiled, and punched him plafyfully in the arm. Maybe this would decieve him of me being a cliché woman. I guess he really did believe I changed. God...what marriage really does to people.

"Vic...can we talk for a bit before?"

"Oh God, Haz. Please don't convey me to your so called "paradisic" talking zone. I do not want to discuss that there may be something inside of me...possibly the size of a pickle."