Chapter 5
~2 months later~
Not much has happened in the past two months. The whole cheating with Zayn thing has been almost forgotten. Harry and I are still together and our relationship is going strong. My campaign for the school election is pretty good. There are only three other people running so I should be able to win this one easily. The only problem is that all the people I'm running against are popular; a guy named Richard who is a player on the footie team, some player on the girls' basketball team who I don't know the name of, and cheerleading captain, Chelsea. The only one I'm really worried about is Chelsea because she has pretty much the whole school at her feet. I should still be able to win though. The only thing weird about the past couple months is that I've been getting sick quite a lot. Practically every day I'm hugging the toilet bowl, puking my guts out. I would've thought my little stomach bug would be gone by now but it's been going on for about six weeks. I'm starting to get a little worried.
"Louis, get up. It's time for school," my mom said from the bottom of the stairs.
I groaned and rolled over in bed. My mom's voice is about the last thing I wanna hear right now. I start to get up but my stomach suddenly feels queasy so I run to the bathroom and throw up yet again. I'm really getting tired of puking every morning.
"Oh Louis," I hear my mom say from behind me.
She lightly put her hand on me and rubs my back soothingly.
"Sweetheart, this has been going on for much too long. You really need to go see the doctor," she
said.
"No!" I protested a little too harshly.
"Babe, this isn't normal. Regular stomach bugs only last a few days. This has been going on for a month," she pointed out.
"I'm okay mom. Really," I tried to convince her.
"I'm really worried about you Louis. Please just go see the doctor," she was looking desperate by now.
"How about if I'm not feeling better in two weeks, I'll go to the doctors," I reasoned.
She gave a small smile and helped me off the floor.
"You're still going to school thought," she said and I groaned.
"Fine, Harry's picking me up anyway," I said with sass.
"Get ready then," she said and left me in the bathroom.
I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, ate a quick breakfast (which tasted really gross by the way), and pulled out a book to read. At about 6:45, I heard Harry's car honking from outside. I gave my mom a quick kiss goodbye and headed out the door. When I got in Harry's car he eyed me skeptically.
"Are you feeling better yet?" he asked.
"No. I'm still throwing up every morning," I groaned at the thought.
"Maybe you should go see a doctor," he offered.
"I already told my mom I would go if I'm not better in two weeks," I said.
"Did you brush your teeth after you threw up?" he asked and smiled.
"Yeah, why?" I asked, confused.
"So I can kiss you," he said and leaned in to plant one on my lips.
We kissed for about five minutes before I pulled away.
"We're going to be late for school," I said.
He rolled his eyes but pulled out of the driveway nonetheless. We drove to school and carried on with another boring day.
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~2 weeks later~
I was still throwing up every morning and I even experienced some ridiculous mood swings and a little bit of weight gain. My stomach wasn't exactly fat but it was becoming a lot rounder. Every time I tried on a new shirt and I didn't fit me, I burst into tears and went on a rampage. My mom
continued to worry about me and at the two week mark, she finally said something.
"It's been two weeks and you've gotten even worse. I'm taking you to the doctor now," she demanded and grabbed my hand like a toddler.
I didn't even try to protest. I was too worn out from all the symptoms I was experiencing.
When we arrived at the doctor, my mom filled out my paper work and handed it in to the receptionist. We waited about ten minutes before the nurse came out and called my name. We walked back to the room and I sat down on the hard bed. The nurse took my temperature and blood pressure before writing something down on her paper.
"Your temperature's a little high but nothing too extreme. Blood pressure seems normal and blood sugar is 88. So tell me what kinds of symptoms you've been experiencing," she finished.
"Well, I've been throwing up every morning for about two months now and I've been having some crazy mood swings," I said, sounding nervous.
"Have you been sweating a lot or craving strange foods?" she asked.
"Yeah I've been having weird food cravings," I responded.
She continued to write notes on her paper before she pulled out a small plastic cup.
"If you'll please give us a urine sample I'm sure we can find out exactly what's going on here," she said and handed me the cup.
I groaned and headed to the bathroom to take care of my business. When I walked out, I handed the nurse the cup full of yellow liquid before I gagged and returned to my room. My mom gave me a sympathetic look that I just rolled my eyes at. We waited a couple minutes in silence before the nurse returned with a small grin on her face.
"So what was wrong?" my mom asked.
"Congratulations Louis," she said, ignoring my mom.
"Congratulations on what?" I asked.
"You're pregnant," she said and I fainted.

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