Forced to marry Harry Styles

Chapter 38

ISABELLAS POV:

"Belly you need a doctor this is too much!" Niall yelled.

"No I don't!"

"You throw up 24/7."

"Niall it's only in the mornings," I shrugged.

"Mornings?"

"Yeah."

"Are you pre-"

"No!" I shook my head. He came over to me and lift my shirt up he touched my stomach with his hand.

"Go to a doctor."

"Well now that you're saying I might be pregnant, I'm scared!"

"It's not a might it's a you are!" He exclaimed.

"I'M NOT!"

"Well if you're so sure then see one!"

"Fine let's go!" I pulled his arm and he laughed. Was this some kind of reverse psychology?

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"Isabella Styles," I said at the front desk.

"Just 30 minutes," she said and Niall paid her. "Umm actually you might be able to go next."

"Thank You," Niall smiled and we sat down. "So have you talked to Harry?"

"I guess. The last time we talked was at the concert."

"So 2 days ago?"

"Yeah I guess so."

"Alright well at least that's something," he said and I shrugged.

"Isabella Styles," the doctor said and I started shivering. I slowly got up.

"Want me to come with you?" I shook my head.

"You're shaking and I'm coming."

"Okay," I whispered.

"Don't worry whatever happens it's going to be fine," he held my hand.

"Right in here," the doctor led us to a room "I'm Doctor Smith."

"Hi," we shook hands.

"What seems to be the problem?" He sat down on his chair.

"I think she's pregnant," Niall quickly said.

"I'm here to prove him I'm not."

"I see."

"How are we going to do this?" I asked.

"Sit up on here," he patted a spot on the chair. I climbed up and sat down.

"This is gonna be cold."

I squirmed a little as he placed he cold gel on my stomach.

"I'll be right back," the doctor said and walked away. What?

"Stop shivering," Niall told me and placed his arms on my shoulder and I stopped. "Just relax," he whispered and I laid my head back onto the seat. "Good."

"I think you're right Niall," I softly said.

"We will just wait until the doctor comes."

"This is taking forever," I whined.

"It's been four minutes, just keep talking to me" he smiled.

"Okay so um where are you guys playing next?"

"Pretty sure we're heading to America. I think were going to New York first."

"That's exciting."

"Yeah."

"Alright are you ready?" The doctor came in.

"I think so," I said and Niall held my hand and squeezed it.

He brought a screen out and moved it around the little stick around on my stomach. "Aha. Well congratulations! You're going to be a mom," he smiled.

"Oh my god," I chocked out.

"We will schedule your appointment and when the next time you'll find out the gender."

"Okay," I nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem. If you have any problems, call us" I nodded, got up and left.

We were now walking down the hallway to our room.

"Wait up," Niall ran up to me.

"No! W-"

"Shh okay let us go inside first," he opened the door and I barged in.

"What am I supposed to do? I'm going to be a terrible mother, I'm scared! Harry doesn't know, you guys probably don't want a kid running around on tour-"

"Stop right there."

"What," I groaned.

"Why do you always think so negatively? Just try to think about good things for once."

"A HUMAN IS IN MY STOMACH!"

"Yes yes I know but you know you should probably go tell Harry."

"Now?"

"Maybe not now but soon."

"Can I text him?"

"You're going to talk face to face."

"Bu-"

"I'm taking you now."

"No Niall you said soon not now," I backed up. "I need time."

"I honestly don't think you're gonna tell him so I'm doing you a favor," he threw me over his shoulders so now I was tangling. He went to the room across from us.

"Harry open up!" All of a sudden the door slowly opened.