Trouble (Harry Styles Fanfic) {On Hold}

Chapter 3

(Emma's P.O.V.)

After a day passed and he still hadn't texted me back, I realized that he probably wasn't planning on ever doing so.

I was so stupid. How could I think that Harry Styles, as in Harry Styles of One Direction, would actually like me? All he wanted was a hook up. And I gave myself to him.

He wasn't my first, but it wasn't like I had guys lining up at my bedroom door. I was so disappointed in myself.

I walk out of the bathroom as I scratch my head.

It was a few weeks after that night at the party, and I had managed to forget about Harry. Sort of. 

I might still go on the internet and look at pictures of him shirtless, remembering what it was like to guide my hands down those abs and to... Damn it Emma. Stop it.

"Abbie, my periods late." I bite my lip and stand in the doorway of the living room at our shared flat.

Abbie, my flat mate, was currently lounging on the couch in comfortable clothes with her laptop.

I wasn't one of those people who have an uneven period schedule. It was always on time, and it had never been different since the day I first got it.

She looks up at me with an eyebrow raised. "Well, you haven't had sex recently. If it still hasn't come in a couple of days then you should go see your doctor." she shrugs and goes back to her computer.

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. "Um, Abbie? What if I was recently... sexually active?"

She looks up at me again, and amused expression on her face. "You?"

I can see why she would question it. She was the party girl out of the two of us, and I was more the girl who stays at home in bed and watches movies in the dark.

I nod, and I can feel my face burning bright red as I do so. "With who?" Abbie questions, and I sigh.

"This is going to sound a little bit insane, but with Harry Styles." She starts laughing, and I sigh. "No, really. He was at that party you made me go to. Him and his band mates."

She sits up, putting her laptop beside her and looking at me. "Wait, are you serious? You had sex with Harry Styles?"

I sigh and nod again, going and taking a seat beside her on the couch. "Yes. Yes I did. And I regret it one hundred percent."

I lean back against the couch and bring my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them.

"Abbie, what if I'm pregnant?"

She takes a deep breath and looks at me, shaking her head. "Then you're in trouble."

Me and her decided to go to the store and pick up some pregnancy tests. As much as I don't want it to be true, it's the only thing I can come up with. Why else would my period be late?

"How about this one?" she holds up a white box with pink lettering that says 'pregnancy test' on the front.

"I don't care which one. Grab three and let's go." I had read somewhere to buy three, so you could be sure of the result.

She obeys, taking three of the tests and hurrying over with me to the check out counter.

As soon as we pay for them and get back home, I head to the bathroom. "I'm so scared." I whisper, taking one out of the bag and staring at it.

I wasn't planning on needing to use one of these for a long, long time. And when I did I wanted it to be with the guy I love, not some asshole pop star.