The Bad Boy

Chapter 121

Stephanie's P.O.V.

    "Maybe you should tell them." I suggest as we pull into the parking lot of the Mariott.

    "Why?" Harry asks.

    "Well, let's see. I told Niall in these exact words "Ally is pregnant" and then I said the exact same thing to you. Might be nice to make it a little interesting." I explain.

    "Why did you do that?" He chuckles.

    "I don't know! I had this great strategy all planned out and when I opened my mouth that all just flew out the window, and the words were out there before I could stop them." I answer. "Once when Ally and I were at the beach when we were like 13 we were playing volleyball on the beach and like no one was on the beach because it was raining and of course we were in bikini tops and shorts which makes this all the more awkward..."

    "Oh god, where's this going?" Harry interupts.

    I hold up a finger. "So we we're playing for a little bit and it started to get kind of boring just the two of us. So these boys came walking onto the beach, they looked our age maybe 14 or 15 in t-shirts and shorts. They started off down the beach and we followed behind them for like 1/2 a mile before we turned around and walked in front of them to get back. We started playing volleyball until they started walking up the boardwalk to go back to the condos."

    "Oh boy...." Harry mutters.

    "So Ally says 'I dare you to go and get them to play with us.' So I took off sprinting up the board walk yelling 'HEY WAIT' and I finally caught up with them, and at the time I thought one of them was pretty cute so I opened my mouth to say something witty, I'm sure, and what came out was 'Hey, want to play volleyball with us? We need more players, she sucks'" I laugh.

    Harry laughs. "I take it you're not very good under pressure...."

    "No, not really." I say and push open the door to the car. "Let's get this over with."

    Harry texts Gemma and gets the room number and we make our way through the hotel to their room on the top floor. Harry knocks and Gemma answers, inviting us in. We follow her into the small living room where Ash is sitting in a small chair, and Ashton is sitting on the couch. Gemma flops down next to him, cuddling into his side. Harry would be mortified if I did that in public to him.

    "So what's happened? Is she okay? Did they find anything out?" Gemma asks.

    I look up at Harry expectantly, but he just smirks and walks over to take a seat on one of the other empty chairs. I glare at him.

     "Let me think about how to put this." I say.

    "Oh this should be good." Harry says under his breath, trying not to show his amusement but failing miserably.

    I finally thought of something semi-creative. Her and Niall are bakers with a bun in the oven. I repeat it in my mind a few times and then open my mouth. "She's pregnant."

    "Oh my god." Harry bends over laughing.

    "What is wrong with me?!" I mutter, smacking my forehead.

    "I'm sorry, what was that?" Ash asks, an astonished look plastered on her face.

    Ally and Niall are bakers with a bun in the oven. "She's pregnant."

    "Stop, please." Harry is shaking with laughter.

    "Oh my damn." Ash gasps, jaw dropping to the floor.

    Ashton looks confused and shocked and a little uncomfortable. I don't blame him, he's just been thrown into the soap opera that has become my life. Gemma  shakes her head.