From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 57

(Jacqueline's POV)

I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. My tummy looked sort of big for how far along I was in my pregnancy- which for the record, It wasn't very far. Four months and 2 days to be exact. It usually didn't strike me as unusual, as much as it did today. When I looked up why I looked farther along than I actually was, some possibilities were because I was shorter, so I showed more, faster. That made quite some sense to me, I wasn't the tallest. Like usual, I could feel the movement of my baby, pressing against my insides. I placed my hand on my stomach and walked into my room, spotting Harry laying on the bed.

"Babe, I'm going to go shopping." I informed him, as I walked into the room, purse hung over my shoulder. He quickly scrambled to his feet, pulling a shirt over his head.

"By your self?" He tucked hair behind my ear, I nodded.

"I'll be okay Harry, I promise."

He frowned but went along with it.

"Okay, but keep your phone on at all times with you, okay babe?"

I smiled, my cheeks shading pink. His protectiveness over me was adorable.

"Yes, Harry."

He gave me a soft kiss and a hug, and I was out the door.

Walmart was the first place I arrived to. Roughly, about five minutes into shopping I heard a familiar voice call my name. One that made me stop, dead in my tracks.

"Shit." I cursed under my breath.

I turned around and met eyes with the beautiful, striking blonde boy.

"Hello, Chandler."

Immediately his eyes drifted to my stomach, they nearly bulged out of his skull. Like most people did, he placed his hand on me and rubbed.

"You? You're? Pregnant?" He stuttered. I gulped down the saliva building in my mouth.

"Y-yes."

"Oh! Jacqueline!"

He engulfed me in a big warm hug, at first I remained limp in his arms, but quickly warmed up, wrapping my arms round his torso. He pulled me away, resting his hands on my shoulders.

"Still with Harry? Is this his baby?"

I nodded, smiling slightly at the reminder.

"Why are you in London? I thought you lived in California?" I questioned, resting both my hands on my stomach.

"I came here to find you. I remembered you told me that you lived in London. I knew it would be a hard shot to find you, but here you are. And here.. I am."

He wrapped me back into his arms, resting a hand on my back, and one on my head.

"Chandler, but what about school? You're ruining your education for me! Don't you realize that?"

"I can pull some strings." He whispered, biting on his lip.

"Oh no, you need to go back."

"But I came here for you."

He placed his large hand, across my cheek. I grabbed it, pulling him off me.

"No. I'm with Harry, and I wouldn't trade that for anyone. You're too late, Chandler. When I wanted you, you didn't want me. Now I've moved on, you can't just come into my life now."

He hung his head low, and nodded with shame.

"Friends?" He asked, holding out his hand. I smiled the biggest smile, and slapped his hand out of the way. My arms wrapped around his middle, I pulled him into me and rested my head on his chest.

"Friends." I whispered. I could feel a heavy sigh escape his lips, and his grip tightened.