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Chapter 5

About a week of me being at Taylor's had passed. She helped me get back on track after the confusion of that one night a week ago. Mainly we just spent normal days together, and all she did was keep my mind off of it, but it worked like a charm.

"Tay." I said, packing my stuff to leave. I was a little worried, starting to think about everything all over again.

"Yeah?" she answered while helping me. Her voice sounded shaky, not sure what I was going to say.

I paused a second before I talked, "Do you think I should take a pregnancy test?"

Taylor went silent, and so did I. She looked down, in thought, and then looked up directly into my eyes. She took one of my hands in between both of hers, and talked softly to me.

"I didn't know he just went for it like that. In that case you probably should. I have two in the bathroom." she answered quietly. She stepped out of my way and let go of my hand so I could go to the bathroom that was right behind her.

I walked into the bathroom and pulled out one of the boxes from the cabinet under the sink. I closed my eyes and held the box in my hands. I tilted my head upwards and prayed that I wasn't pregnant. Opening my eyes, I looked at the test. I took it out of the box, and sighed. I took the test, then walked out to Tay and waited for the answer.

One minute of nothing happening passed. I was nervous. If I was pregnant, I would be terrified. I wouldn't know what to do and I wasn't ready. If I wasn't pregnant, I wouldn't have a reason to talk to Harry, though it would be less stressful.

Right before the end of the second minute, the second line started to appear. I looked at Taylor, who obviously has no idea what two lines meant. My face started to turn white, I could feel the blood rushing away from it in fear.

"Taylor." I said. I was scared, terrified at that.

"What?" she asked. She looked closely at it, not being able to read it.

"Do you know what this test says?" I questioned her. I let my hand drop, not wanting to look at it any longer.

"Not really." she answered. I sighed, not wanting to have to say anything out loud. I was afraid to say anything, knowing Taylor would be freaked out either way. I didn't want it how it turned out, but what could I do now?

I looked down. I paused, then quietly explained, "Tay, I'm pregnant."