"Do you want me to drop you home?" Harry asks me when I awake.
"Um yes please", I say still confused and kind of embarrassed because I dont think I can walk.
"Did we use protection? Because I know we had sex", Harry asks me.
"I honestly don't know", I say scared out of my mind.
Well fuck. We rode home in silence. I told harry the directions to my house and he dropped me off.
"um harry can you carry me in?" I asked and stared at the confusment in his face.
"why." he asked with a slight chuckle.
"My you know 'area' is sore" , I say blushing as the words slip from my mouth.
He was dying of laughter. As tears streamed out of his eyes I screamed at him.
"Shutup its embarrassing" , i say with a smile on my lips.
"I didn't think it was that big" he replied with a cocky wink.
I scoff at him. We drive to my place and he drops me off.
"Bye Harry!" I yell at him still confused/starstruck because i had sex with a superstar.
What made me so damn interesting? I decided I should tell the girls. I decided to call Parker and tell her because only Delia was home. I scrolled through my contacts and found Harry's name immediately in recently added. My face turned white as a I realized he probably went through my phone.
"Delia I've got news!" I scream so the whole neighborhood could hear me.
"Let me hear it" she said motioning to myself.
"I JUST HAD SEX AND IT FELT TO GOOD!" I sang out through the flat, "With HARRY STYLES".
She looked at wild eyed, like an animal, "H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T," she said slowly.
We hugged and I told her about my trouble walking. She had the reaction as Harry. God there both immature. I called Parker and we literally screamed for a half an hour over the phone. Both of them are the only ones I'm telling.
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"are my boobs getting bigger" I ask struggling to put on my bra.
"sweetie I wish that where possible" Parker tells me sarcastically.
God my whole body was sore. Cramping, back pains, MY BOOBS WHERE SORE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. I also had really bad headaches.
"Oh Harry probably just got you pregnant" Delia says nonchalantly.
I give her a death glare that scared me half to death. That reminds me I should text him.
Texts messages:
Me: Hi Harry its Charlotte
Harry: Hi I was wondering when you where going to text me lol xxx
Me: We should hang out?
Harry: Sure I'll take you out to dinner love be ready @ 6 pm xxx
Me: Okay I'll be ready. :)
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I squeeze on a peach colored sun dress. Not too fancy; just right. I apply my makeup and find a pair of white pumps. It seems like such a short time and Harry's here. I run outside before Harry can knock on the door. I don't want the girls to meet him yet only because I don't want him raped.
"you look stunning", Harry gushes as soon as I come out to his car.
I gape at the gorgeous boy that stands before me. Well rested, hair done, handsome as ever. Unlike the previous night we had.
"well lets get on our way", I say a little too eager.
"Haha okay" Harry plays along.
It had been a little over 5 weeks since our last "Meeting"
We arrive at the resturaunt and I realize it's much too fancy for my outfit. The waitress leads us over to a table with a gigantic fish tank. It's absolutely eye capturing with so many colors and varieties of fish.
"wow" I whisper starring in awe at the tank.
"beautiful isn't it?" , Harry says catching me off guard.
I nod.
We order our food shortly after and I start feeling a little sick.
"Harry I'm going to go to the ladies room" I tell him trying to seem as well as possible.
"okay see you soon", he smiles.
I walk into one of the fanciest loo's I've ever seen. But shortly after feel so ill that I run to a stall. I throw up multiple times and feel terrible that I'm leaving Harry. He must be so worried.
I hear the bathroom door swing open "CHARLOTTE".
"Harry?" I cough weakly "Thanks for being here"
"I'll always be here" , at that moment I knew Harry was perfect.
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That Pregnant Story (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
FanfictionCharlotte was completely, utterly, normal. For 18 years old living in London, going to college, and having fun. That was normal. On her 19 birthday her 2 flat mates decide to have a little fun. But its much different for Charlotte. Getting hammered...