Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 60

Songs:

Never Alone: Lady antebellum

Incomplete: James Bay

A.J.'s POV

I had Pete stop at a pharmacy before going to meet Samara. I stood in front of the pregnancy tests for a good ten minutes, not knowing which to get until I grabbed the first one that my hand came in contact with. I restrained myself from my urge to shout at the people giving me dirty looks. It was ridiculous that in this day in age it was still a novelty to see a girl at a pharmacy so late at night, freaking out in the pregnancy test aisle.

Thankfully, traffic was light and we made it to the house in a matter of minutes. I didn't bother to knock and I was confident Samara didn't have the door locked. She had a bad habit of not thinking about locking doors.

"Sammy," I shouted, my voice echoing through the house. "SAM," I shouted louder, making my way down the familiar hallways. "SAMARA AMELIA CRUZ!" I yelled, pronouncing her name in Spanish for more effect.

"I'm right here, calm down," she ran down the stairs. "Now, what's wrong?"

I looked around, not knowing if I wanted to say it out loud.

"Don't worry, Olivia went out with Liam and I sent Chris out to get dinner," she wrapped her arm around me, leading me to the living room to sit down on the couch. "Now, tell me what's wrong, why do you think you're pregnant?" She wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my back and shoulders as she spoke into my hair.

"I'm late, almost two weeks, I should have gotten my period when we were in Mexico, Sammy."

"Maybe it's just late, it happens sometimes?" I could tell she didn't even believe that.

"I've never been late, Sammy, never," I almost shouted at her.

"Okay, sweetheart, calm down," she reached into my purse, grabbing the bag with the pregnancy test. "Let's go take this and see if there is anything to freak out about yet, okay?" Her voice was calm and soft.

I nodded, following her to the nearest bathroom. Once I peed on the damn stick, I had to wait an entire five minutes for results. We ended up in my room, which hadn't changed much. I had assumed Olivia would have taken over it, but Sam hadn't allowed it.

I paced back and forth until I made myself dizzy and had to sit down. My nerves were on the fritz, I couldn't sit still. My legs bounced up and down so fast, I was sure if I stood up I would literally take off running like some sort of cartoon that had wound itself up before a big race.

"What's going on in here?" Chris entered my room, well, old room, with bags of food.

Before either of us could answer him, the alarm I had sent on my phone went off, signifying that the grueling five minute wait was over. All I had to do was look at the stupid stick and get the doubts settled. I was either pregnant or not and my answer was just a glance away. I had been so anxious to find out, and now here I was too much of a chicken to even look.

I took a deep breath, turning over the test. "It has two lines," I announced, not caring if Chris was there or not. "What does that mean?"

"That you're pregnant with a little Sloan Styles," Chris answered while we looked through the instructions. "Not my first rodeo, girls, Natalie was my girlfriend remember?" He answered our unasked questions, probably noting our questioning looks.

I read through the instructions, just in case. Sure enough, he was right. Two lines meant I was pregnant. I groaned, throwing myself back on the mattress. This was it, this is what I was so worried about all damn day. I was pregnant, I was pregnant with Harry's baby.