Fuck Buddies [Harry Styles Fan-Fiction]

Chapter 42

Flash forward to wedding-

Everything was planned. I was currently at Gemma's waiting for her, Lana, and Layla to pick up my dress, the one they all helped me pick out last month. Harry and the boys were back at his place getting ready and the clock was counting down.

11 hours till the wedding. Anne has been texting me nonstop telling me she had everything under control and I can't come by and see harry, which really made me even more anxious. harry would occasionally text me to, the random "Mrs styles" thing. My mind raced with the future we'll have, and the future one direction lays in also, after Zayn leaving the band kinda put a hold on all the wedding planning, but of course, it must go on.

I sat on Gemma's leather couch and flipped through the tv, nothing caught my eyes an my kind began to wonder.

Just as I settled on the idea to lay down I felt the nauseous feeling again. the feeling that I've been getting for about 2 weeks. leaning over I held my hand to my mouth and ran to the nearest washroom.

Nerves. I thought, as I puked my guts out. I stood up, the smell burning my nostrils and the tile floor sticking to my feet. Leaning my head back I ran a hand through my hair. not on my wedding day.

"We're back!" Layla called, as I heard numerous foot steps making their way on the new

"Where is the bride!!" Gemma yelled, her tone exciting and getting me jittery.

I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth.

"Here I am!" I smiled throwing open the bathroom door in order to make a grand entrance.i saw lana first, she was hanging my dress up in the kitchen door and it hung loosely cascading down the rim. "and I'm Fucking getting married!" I ran to my dress and ooed it. Layla and Lana laughing along with me as I rubbed my fingers against the white lace. my dress my long and tight, and there was lace all the way up to the torso parts which it turned into beading. It was a strapless dress and I loved it because it grabbed my curves. it kinda looked like the dress Peppa Middleton wore at the royal wedding.

"Okay so 8 hours till the wedding, let's get cleaned up." Gemma said, taking charge.

"Ridley, Uhm, can I speak to you over here?" Layla said, nodding her head into the other room.

"Yeah, yeah sure."

I followed her into the foyer, curious as to what she wanted to say.

"Did you throw up again?"

"Yeah..." I couldn't lie, she could probably smell it on me. her eyes searched line as she pulled a something I didn't know she had out of her pocket.

First response pregnancy test.

"What's this?" I questioned, "you think I'm pregnant?"

"I don't know Ridley, id try it though."

Layla was the only person I told about Niall. I've grown quite close to her ever since the whole incident with Shea a few years ago. she's always got my back. Plus, she didn't even judge me once I told her about the whole Niall thing, she listened. but now, she's probably right, she's always right.

"Okay. fine." I took the tests outta her hand and excused my self to the bathroom.

It couldn't of been Niall's, I mean it can't be. I can't second guess myself. it's been over a month since i've slept with him. The whole meiosis thing takes a few weeks and, I started getting nauseous a few weeks ago. I did the math in my head, stressing me out as I waited for the test to fucking load.