Emma's POV
My breathing stopped. I felt dizzy. My mom was pregnant. I was a senior in high school. I would be 17 years older than my brother.
The grip I held onto Niall loosened as i felt my mind slipping away. My vision became fuzzy. She couldn't be pregnant. It couldn't happen. I blinked several times before sucking in oxygen, remembering how to breathe again "Y-your'e pregnant?" I asked making sure i heard her correctly.
My mother looked up at my dad then shamefully looked down. She slowly nodded her head, and that's when i began to feel sorry for her. It's not like she meant to get pregnant. It happens a lot, I guess I was just in shock that it was happening to our family.
I leaned onto Niall's shoulders, realising i hadn't taken the flowers he got for me. His grip on the stems was tight, I reached over grabbing them. I looked up at him, he held a straight face not moving any muscle. I took them from his hand and reached up to peck him on the lips then looked back at my mother.
I had a feeling we wouldn't be having a good relationship from now on.
"Ok, well how long have you been pregnant for?" I asked. I could hear Niall's heartbeat, i could really tell he didn't like situations like this.
My mom sighed, for the tenth time "About 4 months"
I huffed out a breath of hot air "Four. Months. And you didn't bother telling me??" My grip on Niall really tightened. I felt him wince, I didn't realize how hard i was pulling on him. I loosened a bit again and looked back at my mom who stood with a straight face.
She slightly nodded, giving me the motivation to go back to my room. Niall followed me as I pulled him along with me, I stopped and turned "At least I won't get pregnant" and as soon as I said it I regretted it.
The look on her face was horrible. Her coloring went pale, and she was on the verge of tears, as well was I. But I couldn't take it back, it was slightly true but I took it too far.
I bit my lip to stop me from crying and I felt his blue eyes staring down at me. I looked up to see him staring into my eyes almost crying too. "I will go to homecoming with you on one condition" I whispered. His mouth almost became a frown
"W-what does that mean? You don't wanna go with m-me?" He quietly asked. We were standing at the bottom of the staircase so my parents couldn't see or hear us.
I smirked "Of course I will go with you" I reassured him. He smiled, but it faded when I started talking again "If you get help."
He looked nervous, scared, worried, every bad emotion in the book. A tear fell down his cheek "But I-I can't. They hurt me. If i get help, they hurt me worse."
I reached my hand up and swiped my index finger gently across his cheek, brushing the tear away. I left my hand up there, caressing his jawline "I'm right here. Everything from here on out will be ok. If we go, you won't be hurt anymore. I promise." I promised as I stared into his eyes. They were glossy from his tears.
We stood there for a few moments, staring at each other, before he finally looked down "O-ok. But they will hurt me again once they find out I told someone." he confessed scratching the back of his head, wincing as he pressed too hard against a fresh bruise..
"They won't. I promise. We'll make sure they leave you alone."
The blue eyed boy let out a sigh of relief, and looked into my eyes "I-I love you" he murmured, just loud enough so i could hear.
Suddenly I felt a warm sensation on my lips, and I closed my eyes. His soft mouth pressed against mine, reviving all my emotions and senses. He was the one that really made me happy.
I still held the flowers in my hand as our lips were connected. I felt him smile into the kiss, at least now I didn't have to worry about him. Now I just needed to get him to therapy.
hi short update sorry idk what else to write rn bye
