The Party (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 18

___3 Months Later___

As Louis and Ellie stood at the altar Harry and I stood at either side for our roles as maids of honor and Louis's 5 best men. El's smile and laughs lit up the room as she said her vows and the priest pronounced them husband and wife.

I daydreamed about this day, thinking how next week I will be standing here with Harry giving our vows to each-other.

Getting caught up in my thoughts my head got a little dizzy. I grabbed Perrie's shoulder for balance. "You okay?" Perrie turned. "Yeah i'm fine, just lost my balance". Harry peeked over at me shooting me a wink. I blushed uncontrollably. Ellie and Louis walked back down the aisle hand in hand as petals were thrownat them all over the place, making their way to the reception room. Everyone crowed along the dancefloor, time for the first dance. They looked so happy, arms wrapped around eachother. Not holding back their smiles. They were perfect.

The curly haired boy strolled over and wrapped his arms around my waist with a smirk. As soon as he did I got a strange feeling in my stomach. "Excuse me". I ran not looking back to the ladies room just barely making it. I threw up right into a toilet in one of the stalls. The footsteps behind me held my hair back. Harry. It amazes me how he is always here at the right time. "You alright babe?" his eyes full of concern. "Im fine, maybe I ate too much". I nodded cleaning myself up. "You only had cereal and a glass of milk for breakfast" Harry added. He was right. I really hadnt eaten much had I? Harry's cool han touched my forehead. "Wow you're really hot!" we let out a giggle. Harry got serious. "Seriously babe are you feeling alright?? I think you have a fever". 

"No I feel awful" I rested my head on his firm chest. "Lets go home" Harry held my hand. "But it's their wedding!" I remarked. "They will understand, I promise. You are really sick. I order you to relax". I obeyed and got into the car to head home. My stomach churned and cramoed more than ever. What was wrong with me?

We arrived back at the house. Harry ran to open my door of the car and lifted me out. I felt weak. I have never felt this way before. "Maybe I should call a doctor?" Harry layed me on the bed. "No not yet, maybe a bowl of soup will help". Harry kissed my forehead. "Then soup it is, my love" harry walked downstairs and started up the stove to make the soup.  I got up from the bed feeling very dizzy. I slowly walked to the bathroom, Harry came back up to help me out a bit while the water heated up downstairs. I pulled out a small box from under my sink. Pregnancy strips. Yes my mom had gotten them for me, Im not entirely sure why? But she did. Harry looked at me with a strange face. I let out a laugh which returned a sharp pain. "I think you should try it" Harry gave me a willing look. "Wow I didnt think I would ever hear you say that!" we giggled a bit. "But okay I guess I'll do it". Harry went back down to check on the soup to give me a bit of privacy.

After ten minutes it finally resulted. Positive. 

PIcture of Louis and Eleanor off to side>>>>