Chapter 6 ~ Why am I counting, that makes it worse

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*Allys pov*

I actually cant believe i forgot to take the test. Urgh, please be in my purse, please dear God please. I fumbled around with the clasp on the bag until it clicked open, Carefully setting it on the side by the sinks, i got down on my knees and checked that all the stalls were empty.

i know, its sad,

Good, a clear bathroom.

I grabbed my bag again and started looking through it.

Eyeliner, nope not it.

Hairbands, nope not it.

Mints.. ooh mints! Right still not it

Aha here we go, pregnancy test,.

*5 minutes later*

3 minutes. 3 long minutes i have to wait for the damn test, I set a timer on my phone, just to be sure. 

Me and Niall are screwed if its positve.

If its not, well i sweated off a lot of makeup for no reason.

1 minute and 48 seconds. No 46 seconds, I mean 44 seconds, Oh i'll shutup now,

Hell, might aswell pretty myself up a bit more. Now where'd i put the eyeliner...

26 Seconds, Omg breath Ally, crap forgot how to breath. In.. Out.. In.. Out

ew that sounds dirty...

18 seconds.

17 seconds.

16 seconds.

15 seconds.

i cant be a mum, not now.

13 seconds.

12 seconds. 

How would i tell Niall

'Hey Niall. i don't know you that well but it looks like were gonna have a baby, yay.'

9 seconds,

8 seconds.

7 seconds. 

6 seconds. 

Why am I counting, that makes it worse

4 seconds.

Here we go.

3 seconds.

2 seconds. 

1 second.

BEEP BEEP BEEP FREAKING BEEP BEEP BEE-. I turned the alarm off before taking a few shaky breaths. I closed my eyes&picked up the stupid little white stick

3,2,1 

My eyes flew open.

'Negative' 

Negative, negative, negative.

I'm not pregnant,

I haven't screwed up my career

Or Nialls.

I really owe the people who thought of protection.

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