Saved by Harry *onedirection fanfiction* [Editing!]

Congratulations!

"I'm late."

Those simple words went through my head again and again the next day as Harry and I drove down the road. We were going shopping for groceries and I planned to get a pregnancy test. I don't want Harry to know just yet, what if it's a false pregnancy? Or just a irregular month? I nervously twiddled my thumbs as Harry talked to Louis on his phone. "Love, is there something wrong?" he asked me once he was off the phone. I wanted to tell him,  I wanted to tell him so badly. I just shook my head and turned to look out the window.

Once in the safety of my home, I called the girls. Perrie couldn't come because she and Zayn were finding out the sex of the baby today. Harry came into the living room and gave me a kiss, "I have to go to the studio, I love you," he said. "I love you too," I replied. About five minuets after Harry left, Lucy, Daniele, and Eleanor came running in. "Ok! We're here, now go take that test!" Daniele shouted. I nodded and went into the bathroom and took the test. I sat in there pacing back and forth thinking about the possibilities. I'm 18, I can't be having a baby. I wanted to be married a little longer, have more nights with Harry. I didn't want to give birth, have to feed a baby every four hours, change diapers, or constantly listen to it's cry. I checked my watch, it had been five minuets. I picked up the stick and just about screamed. It was false, how could that be? I am late, isn't that what happens when your pregnant? I shot out the bathroom door and grabbed the phone. The girls began to shout at me from the living room wanting answers, I just preceded to where I was going. I raced out the back door and onto the back deck. I dialed the hospital number and chewed my fingernails, "Hi, I would like to make an appointment. As soon as possible."

Lucy sat next to me in the intimidating room. "What if you are pregnant, Emma?" she asked. "I don't know," I replied. Surprisingly, part of me wanted the doctor to say I was pregnant, I guess that's why I wanted to get here so fast. It's probably just a motherly instinct. The doctor came in, thank goodness it was a girl, guy doctors always creeped me out. "Hi, Mrs. Styles. So, your here because you think your pregnant?" I nodded and the woman smiled. "Well, I'm Dr.Wells and I just want you to know that your secret is safe with me," she said. I hadn't even thought about that, if the paparazzi found out I was probably pregnant. "Thank you so much," I told her. She had me lay back and lift my shirt up a little. She turned on the ultrasound machine and squirted a warm gel onto my stomach and spread it around with the receiver. I heard my heartbeat but it sounded weird, like it was going two times faster. "Well, look at that! You are, in fact, pregnant, Mrs. Styles." Joy, worry, and regret shot through me all at once. I'm ashamed to say that I regret the fact that I'm pregnant but I just am in a way. Lucy started screaming joyfully and raced out of the room to tell the other girls in the waiting room. I just pulled my shirt down, not caring if I got it messy, thanked the doctor and walked out. Literally, I walked straight out of the hospital. I kept walking down the street when Eleanor's car pulled up next to me and Daniele got out to come get me. "Emma, what's wrong? Why did you leave?" I just trudged past her and got into the car. I just couldn't explain what was wrong with me.

I was plopped in the middle of the bed staring at the ceiling when Harry came in. He ran over to me and jumped in next to me, "Oh, so I see we're in the bed early?" he teased. Normally I would have laughed but I just sat there. Harry made a frown and swiped his curls off his forehead and to the side, "There is something going on, Emma, I know it," he said. "Now I know I'm not Lucy and I-"

"I'm pregnant," I said over him.

He shut up and stared at me in disbelief. I now know what I was so scared about, him. I love him so much and I know he loves me too but I am so scared he won't want me or the baby. He stood up and walked out of the room. I rolled over on my side and began to weep. He didn't want me. Or the baby.

I awoke three hours later and walked into the kitchen in a sneaky manner. I didn't want to see Harry when he didn't want to even see me. He caught me on the last stair. He ran down the stairs and picked me up over his shoulder. He ran to the living room and spun around. I was immediately pulled out of my short depression and began to laugh hysterically. "I'm gonna have a baby!" he shouted. He put me down and pulled me into a deep kiss.

Harry's POV:

After she told me I walked away. I knew that wasn't what she needed but I had to clear some things. I walked into the other room and thought about everything. I loved her so much , it's a shame that I can't have her for a little while longer to myself. But I have always wanted to be a father and to father her children just made me overwhelmed with joy. I was on tumblr searching anything about babies, lost in my thoughts. I heard her walk down the stairs and realized that I had forgotten about her completely. I ran up behind her and picked her up, I couldn't help it, she was just so tiny and I was just so happy. I ran into the living room and spun her around as I praised about our pregnancy. I put her down and couldn't help myself, I pulled her into a kiss. I wasn't going to do more , it would be weird making love to her with my child in her. I pulled her so close I thought I was going to smush her. I towered over her and pulled her off her feet and into another kiss, she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her fingers through my curls. Before she did that, I hated it when girls did it, now it's something I beg her to do sometimes. I put her down, "When did you find out?" I asked. "This afternoon," she replied with a big grin. I swooped her into another hug and took her wrist and headed for the door. I wanted to tell my lads right away.

Emma's POV:

I was so grateful Harry wasn't leaving me or ignoring me. He wouldn't let my hand out of his gigantic ones as we drove to Louis's house. Harry had told everybody to meet there, that there was a big announcement to be made. "The girls know," I said. He laughed with a deep chuckle, "Of course they know," he said. He parked in Louis's drive way and jogged around the car to open my door and pick me up. He liked to do that for some odd reason. I just giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck as he opened the door to Louis's flat. "Hello! Anybody home?!?" he shouted, "There is something important we need to tell you!" We saw four heads poke up from behind the couch. I don't even want to know why they were hiding there. "Hey! Whats up?" Zayn said, hopping up from behind the couch. "Wait, I wanna know what the sex of the baby is first!" I said, as Harry put me down. "Pinky promise you won't tell Perrie I told you?" he asked, I locked my pinky with his and nodded. He leaned in closer , "We're having a boy! But act surprised when she tells you!" I nodded and smiled. A  baby boy was the perfect thing for Zayn and Perrie. Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He is so protective. "Speaking of babies, when are you two gonna have some?" Niall asked. I blushed and looked at Harry who gave me a deep dimple smile. The boys read our minds and somehow understood. "Your not pregnant, are you?" Liam asked. Of course he is behaving like my dad would. I laughed a little at my silent thoght and nodded. "Yes, we are pregnant," I confirmed. Louis, Liam, and Niall shot out from behind the couch and raced over to hug me. I was being tossed around like a rag doll and Harry protectively cut in to wrap his arm around me. The boys were patting him on the back and Louis was messing with his curls. "Congratulations, old chap!" Liam said. "Hazza! Hazza! Hazza!" Louis started to chant with his fist in the air. The boys joined in and I couldn't contain my laughing. We stayed for dinner and joked around about baby names. Louis said I should name the baby Kevin which I assured him is what the name would not be.

That night Harry pulled me so close I could feel his heart beat. "Harry, how many kids do you want?" I asked. The question made him think a little. "I want to have a lot but not to many," I spoke when he got lost in his train of thought. He nuzzled his head into my shoulder and hummed. "That's exactly what I want, love."