Trouble (Harry Styles Fanfic) {On Hold}

Chapter 7

(Emma's P.O.V.)

"So, Emma." Louis clears his throat and puts his elbows on the table top, resting his chin in his hands. The waitress had just came and taken our drink orders, leaving us to converse. "What do you do for a living?"

"Louis." Harry says in a warning tone of voice from beside me, but I shrug and wave him off.

"Well, I work as a waitress." I bite my lip. "Sort of. I'm just working at a little diner, but it's not doing so well. They haven't been needing me to work much the past couple weeks, mainly because they don't have any money to pay me."

I feel a pair of eyes boring into the side of my head and turn, meeting Harry's gaze. "Not trying to be rude or anything, but how do you pay for your housing?"

I sigh and look down slightly. "I'm not exactly proud of this, but my roomate actually covers most of the expense. We just live in a tiny little flat, so the rents not too bad. But still." I frown. "I really would like to help out."

"Well, it's a good thing your baby daddy has millions." Louis laughs. "Cause babies are pretty fucing expensive." I hear Harry groan as I blush, keeping my gaze on my lap.

"Oh, I wouldn't expect him to have to cover any costs. I've actually been looking for another job..." I trail off as I hear Harry snort.

When I look at him he has an amused smile playing on his lips. "Do you really think I'm going to make you pay for it all?"

I look away from him to think about it, crossing my arms and shrugging.  I can't say that I hadn't considered the thought of just asking Harry to cover everything, or at least a good bit of it, since it probably wouldn't even make a dent in his bank account. But the more I though about it, the more I was against it. I wanted to try and be in control of this, and take care of it.

"Well, I'm not." Harry speaks up again, interrupting my thoughts. "I mean, it's kind of my fault you're in this situation anyways."

I start to object, but the waitress comes back with our tray of drinks. "Here you are." She flashes Harry a grin as she sets his drink down in front of him, her cleavage nearly popping out of her top as she leans over him to give me mine.

I feel a flicker of disappointment as I catch Harry glancing at her chest.

But he is a teenage boy after all, and it's not like we're together.

The waitress seems to notice his eyes and smirks at me, flipping out her order pad. "Do you guys know what you would like to eat today?"

She licks her lips, staring at Harry as she waits for a repsonse, and I feel sick to my stomach.

"I... need to... bathroom." I get out before standing up, slapping my hand over my mouth and running towards the restrooms.

"What's her problem?" I hear the waitress snort before I burst into the bathrooms, pushing into one of the empty stalls and vomiting.

(Harry's P.O.V.)

"Erm, that's my pregnant girlfriend." My eyes widen as I realize my mistake. "I mean my pregnant friend. Who's pregnant with my baby."

I groan as Louis shakes his head, slapping a hand to his forehead. "You're an idiot mate. Go after her."

I nod quickly and stand up, scooting around the quite attractive waitress and making my towards the back of the resteraunt.

"Emma?" I call as I tap on the door to the womens restroom, wincing as I hear the sound of water splashing.

"Yeah?" she calls in response, but her voice sounds thick and funny. "I'm fine. Just a bit of morning sickness."