Chapter 6

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(Emma's P.O.V.)

He kissed my cheek. He kissed my cheek. He. Kissed. My. Cheek. 

My mind is swarming with a thousand different thoughts as I stare down at my shoes on the short walk back to my car, not wanting anyone to see how red my face currently is.

Was he doing it just to be polite? Yeah, that must be it. Or what if... no.

I groan quietly to myself as I get in my car, starting it up and heading back to the apartment.

 When I walk through the front door, Abbie is sitting on the couch with her legs criss-crossed and her hands placed in her lap. She must've been waiting for me.

"Hey-"

"How was it? Did Harry show up?" she intterupts and bounces slightly on the sofa.

I blush and close the door behind me, slipping my shoes off. "Yeah, Harry was there."

I shrug and try to brush it off as a casual event, but Abbie knows better than to believe that.

"He was there, wasn't he? Ooooh, that must mean he likes you!" she squeals and grabs my arm, shaking it as I roll my eyes and sink down beside her.

"Or, maybe, he came because it's his child." I chuckle and pull my arm away from her.

Abbie turns to face me, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on her face as she stares at me. "Go ahead, tell me all about it!"

 I laugh and shrug again, playing with my fingers. "Well, when I got there I filled out all this information, and then Harry got there, and then-"

"Wait, what was  Harry wearing?" Abbie giggles and bites her lip, her eyes shining with excitement. I never realized she was this much of a 'fangirl'.

I shrug and furrow my eyebrows, trying to remember. "Um, jeans and a tee-shirt?"

She grins nods, moving her hand as if telling me to go on.

"Well, we went into the room with the nurse, then the doctor came in. He's pretty nice." I bite my lip. "He asked us some questions, and then we did a few tests."

Abbie's eyes widen. "Tests? What kind of tests?"

I blush slightly and sigh. "Just... tests. To see if my body was healthy and all good to have a baby, I guess."

"Was Harry in the room with you when the rests were being taken?" she asks curiously, and her eyes noticeably widen when I nod.

"Yeah, he was sitting in a chair by my head though. So he didn't see anything." I bite my lip while Abbie smirks. "He, erm, he held my hand."

Abbie's eyes light up and I groan internally. I probably should've left that part out.

"Are you serious?" she shrinks and starts her excited bouncing again. "That is sooo cute! Was he just holding it, or were your fingers, like, intertwined?"

I sigh. "Our fingers were intertwined, I guess. And then guess what?" I bite my lip to try and stop the smile from taking up my whole face. "He kissed my cheek before he left."

This time when she starts to bounce and squeal, I do the same. I couldn't help it. I mean, how would you feel if Harry Styles kissed your cheek and held your hand? Yeah, there you go. 

"That's crazy Emma! You're so lucky." Abbie sighs. "My date with Dylan didn't go so well after all."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I say, but I don't find myself really meaning my words. She's probably gone on a date with all of the guys she's slept with, not one of them working out.

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