Love Actually. (A One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 41

*********Emma's P.O.V*************

Harry hefts the heavy paint cans while I carry the latter. It's my birthday today. I told Harry I didn't want a party, because I don't. I haven't been feeling well and I hate birthday parties anyway. We make it outside. I toss him a paint roller,

"How long do you think this will take?" Harry starts pouring the paint into a tray.

"Why? Do you have places to go?" I put my hand on my hip,

"No, babe," he smiles and starts painting the wall of the barn a deep red. "There is no place I would rather be," he looks over at me.

"We should be able to finish it today or tomorrow," I smile at him.

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"I'll be right back," I run inside the house nausea overwhelms me, I vomit into the toilet.

"What's wrong?" My mum comes in and looks me up and down. I wash out my mouth and we move to the living room.

"I meant to tell you last night, but," the words I've been holding back since we got here start tumbling out of my mouth, "I haven't had my period this month and I don't know what's going on, Mum! I think I'm pregnant..."

"Emma," she looks at me,

"I know! I was on the pill I thought it wouldn't happen!"

"I'll go down to the store and pick you up some testers," she starts to get up,

"No!" She sits back down, "I tested it on the plane and it was positive. But those things give you false negatives sometimes, yeah?" I can't help the panic that rises in my voice.

"Honey, you're going to be okay. Harry will be a terrific father either way. Have you had any morning sickness or bloating?"

Check, check. I heave a sigh and start pacing,

"Then I don't think the test it wrong," she looks at me with worry in her eyes.

"What a great day to be pregnant!" I groan, "It's my 19th birthday and I can't even drink!"

"You can't drink anyway, this is America..."

"MUM! YOU AREN'T HELPING!" I practically yell. I hear the back door creak open,

"Hello?" Harry calls,

"We're in the living room!" Mum calls to him. He walks in and immanently sees my stress and worry.

"What's going on?" He cautiously moves closer inside the room, giving my mum a look. She shakes her head,

"Are you going to tell him," She asks. Tears prick my eyes, he doesn't want a kid! This is the peak of his career! The press will be all over this. It will drag him down. I run my hand through my hair,

"I, uhm," I stall, trying to think of how to tell him. "I, on the plane, I took a test." I start,

"What kind of test?" His eyebrows knit together.

"Just a test! Because I wasn't feeling well. And uh," my voice catches in my throat. I lick my lips nervously,

"It was a pregnancy test," my mom rolls her eyes at my stuttering. Harry's eyes widen.

"It was positive," that's easier to say then, HEY IM PREGNANT! SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR MILLIONS!! YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO PREFORM FOR A BIT! Harry's eyes widen even more than I thought was possible. His face pales, then reddens then pales again. I'm afraid he's having a stroke when he speaks,