Always [Larry m-preg] ✓

6

It's been two days since Stan left and he's actually been staying away. Which surprised me. Today though, I was dreading. Tina had convinced me to go buy a test. And I did.

Right now I was sitting on my toilet, staring at the box that holds my fate. I'm shaking and almost hyperventilating when I get it open and take the two tests out. I read the instructions and decided to take both, just to be sure.

After doing my business and washing my hands, I sat on the floor, head in hands, counting the seconds.

After a minute I heard my bedroom door open.

"Lou, you in there?" I heard Tina's voice ring through my bathroom.

"Bathroom," I squeaked, my voice breaking.

"What's going on? Are you—," she walked in, stopping when she saw the test on the counter. She quietly gasped and hurried to hug me.

We sat there for five minutes, her holding me while I shook, and then the timer went off. I took a deep breath, I'm obviously not. I'm not old enough, or ready or anything, it's not the time. When I looked down at the test I broke down even more.

"Lou..."

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"Okay, I got the ice cream, my hoodie and I figured you'd like this teddy bear so here." Harry exclaimed, walking into my bedroom. "And I know you didn't ask for my hoodie necessarily, but I kinda wanted you to wear it." His cheeks turned pink as he looked up. When he saw me, his expression saddened.

I was curled up on my bed, a fluffy red blanket bundled around me, and I probably have makeup running down my face.

"Was it Stan?" He asked, sitting on my bed, grabbing my hand. You'd think we were dating by the look of things. We've just spent every day together since the party. Which was only two, but we still became really close.

"Sorta," my voice was quiet and rough. A furious look flew through his eyes and he clenched his jaw.

"What did he do now?" He asked calmly. I shrugged not wanting to tell him. He'd hate me. Think I'm a slut. Which I am, I let Stan get me pregnant. "C'mon, you have to tell me. I need a good reason to beat his ass."

"I'm-I...uh..." I couldn't even get it out before I started bawling. "Call T."

"Tina!" Harry yelled, not looking away from me.

Soon I heard my door open, Tina walked in, phone in hand, smiling. She giggled when she saw out position.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked,

"Oh," she frowned. "Um..." she looked at me for permission.

"Please." She nodded, walking into the bathroom.

"This'll probably be the easiest way of telling you." Tina said, he walking back out. She handed the test to Harry and i watched as his expression changed. He went from confused, to sad and then he looked up.

"You...?"

"Yes." I croaked out, cuddling more into my sheets.

"Fucking Stan. I really am gonna kill him! Are you okay? Sick? I can ask my mum for remedies. Here put this on, I'll text her, and...oh there ice cream." He rambled, handing me his hoodie and some cookie dough ice cream. I slipped on his hoodie and opened the ice cream.

"T, can you go grab me a spoon?" I asked, with a small smile. Despite that circumstance, Harry made me smile. He's the best friend I could ask for.

"Yea," she smiled back, obviously seeing my reaction to him.

About an hour later, me and Harry were sitting on my bed, watching Harry Potter, and eating a whole bunch of snacks. Tina stayed for a bit, but then left for a sleepover with her friend.

I looked up at Harry, who was staring intently at the tv screen. I smiled, maybe I could do this with him at my side.