Trouble (Harry Styles Fanfic) {On Hold}

Chapter 4

(Harry's P.O.V.)

 I squint my eyes at her for a minute, unsure if I had heard her correctly.

"Excuse me. You're.. what?" I ask, and she sighs.

"Do I need to spell it out for you, pop star?" Emma rolls her eyes. "You. Got. Me. Preg-"

"Yeah, I got it." I mumble and cut her off.  "But are you sure?"

She points to the pregnancy tests in front of me and nods. "Well, if the two tests I took are right, then yes. I could take another one if you need more proof." Emma offers.

I shake my head and abruptly stand up, panicking. "Oh. Well, I've got to go. See you around!"

Before she can do or say anything, I quickly rush out of the overly crowded Starbucks and take off down the street.

I can hear Emma calling after me, but I just keep on running.

Shit.

I guess I wasn't really surprised. I mean, we hadn't used a condom, and she probably wasn't on birth control or anything.

But still.

I stop in the middle of a sidewalk and run a hand through my messy hair, which I hadn't bothered to brush yet today.

I stop and hunch over, taking a minute to catch my breath as I look around the area. Louis' flat was only a couple blocks from here. Maybe he would know what to do.

I sigh and pull my hood up, walking quickly until I finally reach the upscale looking building.

"Hey Harry." the old doorman greets me with a friendly smile.

I offer him a polite wave and hurry past him, getting in the elevator and punching in Louis'  floor number.

I tap my foot impatiently and roll my eyes at the familiar elevator music, practically running to Louis' front door when the elevator doors open.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Louis yells through the door after about a minute of my repetitive tapping.

He opens the door and stares me up. "Harry, you don't look so good."

"Yeah, yeah." I mumble and push past him, plopping down  and sprawling out on his couch.

He stares after me and shuts the door, taking a seat in an armchair. "What's up with you?"

I peer over at him and groan. How was I supposed to tell him that a random girl I had hooked up with was pregnant?

"Well, you see..." I start awkwardly and sit up straight, clearing my throat. "Do you remember that party a few weeks ago?"

"Are you serious? Of course I do." he chuckles. "Eleanor's still pissed at me for coming home and throwing up on the new carpet."

"And that's why I don't have a girlfriend."  I laugh and look around, noticing the quietness of the apartment. "Where is she, by the way?"

He shrugs and picks up a remote, flicking on the flatscreen TV. "She's in Milan or something for a fashion show."

It seemed lately that Eleanor and Louis were seeing less and less of each other. I wasn't sure how much longer their relationship would last.

Not that I would mind seeing the end of it. As nice as Eleanor seems, she gives me a bad vibe.

"So, back to what I came here for." I sigh and rub my tired eyes.

"You actually came here for something? I thought you just missed me." he says jokingly as he throws me a wink, and my stomach turns.

 Only an hour ago had I said almost the exact same thing to Emma.