Any Direction (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)*Editing

Epilogue

Epilogue

Autumn Conway's P.O.V

   I let out a loud groan as I leaned my head against the porcelian toilet.  The inside of the toilet no longer contained fresh water.  It was now covered with vomit.  Who's?  Mine.  Nothing I ate or drank agreed with my stomach.

    It was a week after Bree left.  Harry was in better shape then we had expected.  Everynight he still skyped Bree.  He said it was nice to talk to an 'old friend'.  Even though it had only been a week.  He hadn't moved on yet.  Lou and the boy don't expect him too. 

 A small rumble escaping from my stomach cut me from my thoughts. Once again, I leaned over the toilet, letting the contents escape from my mouth.  Sorry for the image you just got there.  Wow, I crack my self up sometimes.  I'm not at all sorry.

   Pulling my hair back, I attempted to stand up.  Suceeding, I took in my reflection in the mirror.  My hair still had its Auburn shine.  My eyes were still has hazel as ever.  But my skin, was pale and tinted with green.  I had no other symptons to explain for this. 

  I had only started getting the 'barfs' as I like to call them, a round a week ago.  It was around the closing ceremony of the Olympics.  I attempted to piece everything together.  It still failed to match up.

    "Autumn?"  Rebecka called from outside the door.  I still wasn't on great terms with her, but we could tolerate each other.  I had even moved into her hotel room with her.  It was easier that way.  "You almost done?"

     Then it hit me.  Like a high five.  To the face.  With a brick.  "Rebecka, can I talk to you?"  I asked, opening the bathroom door slightly.  A confused expression spread across her face, yet she still nodded her head and stepped into the room.

     "I know this is gonna sound really awkward but......"  I trailed off, shaking my head in dis belief.  This couldn't have happened.  It couldn't!

     "But what?"  Rebecka asked, concern in her voice.  "We may not be besties, but you can still tell me what's wrong.  We are living together."

    "Do you have any tests?" I blurted out.

    "Tests?  What kind of......Oh."

   "Yeah.." I sighed, placing my head in my hands.  "I realy screwed up, didn't I?"

    "Hey, don't jump to any conclusions!  Your not even sure yet.  Here,"  she crouched down and opened the cabinent beneath the sink.  Pulling out what I needed, she set it on the sink counter. 

    "You just...normally have those?"  I asked, poking the box lightly. Rebecka simply laughed.  What was so funny about this?

    "No, but I always have one.  Its not like I have a huge stock of them!  Just follow the instructions and...don't worry."

     Five simple minutes later, after Rebecka had left and I had followed the instructions.  I hesitated whether or not to look at the test.  It held the outcome of my entire life.  What would I tell Louis?  This could ruin his career!  Wanting to put an end to my thoughts, I picked up the test and choked back a sob. 

                                                   Posititve

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A/N  The sequel should be up by tomorrow!  So there you have it.  

                                    Thanks Rainbows :)

                                                  Rae <3 xxxx