Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Fifty-Eight.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

"I’m pregnant..." I whispered. Harry’s face fell completely. He didn’t say anything. He was just looking at me and his eyes said it all. I knew he thought it was my fault. How can it be my fault? I can’t control Mother Nature. He must’ve read my mind because he got up and just walked away. "HARRY! Come back please? Don’t walk away on me!" It was like talking to a brick wall. He didn’t stop and turn round or shout back to me. I would’ve gone after him but since he didn’t even answer me I thought there was no point. I sat in the park for a while, lost in my thoughts. Was this the end of me and Harry? How am I going to cope with a baby? My dad is going to kill me – not that I care anyway. I pulled out my phone and brought up Louis’ number. I hit call and waited for him to pick up.

"Yellow?" His voice rang through.

"Lou, is Harry there?"

"No, either is Liam. Do you know where they are?" He asked.

"If I knew about Harry would I ask you?"

"True..."

"Whatever. Listen um; can you meet me at the park round the corner from where the bus is?"

"Sure, be there in five." The line went dead. I looked at myself on the reflection on the screen. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and tried to make myself seem normal. Louis appeared a few minutes later. "What are you doing here on your own? I thought you left with Harry anyway?"

"I’ll explain everything to you all back at the bus." He nodded and we walked back towards the bus. "Where’s Liam gone?"

"I don’t know, he said he’d be back later." I nodded and we walked the rest of the way in silence. I walked onto the bus to find Zayn and Niall watching TV.

"Is Meghan still in bed?"

"Yeah, she’s asleep." I nodded again and sat down beside Louis.

"Are you alright? You look a bit pale." Niall asked. I shook my head.

"What’s up? Is it Harry?" Zayn piped in.

"No it- well yeah, kind of." I replied with a sigh. Niall moved over to my other side and wrapped and arm around me. Zayn leaned over and took one of my hands and Louis already had the other.

"What’s he done? Has he hurt you?" Zayn asked. I shook my head.

"No! No, Harry wouldn’t hurt a fly. It’s just... I’m... I’m pregnant." I watched as all their faces turned to shock. I continued; "I wanted to tell Harry on his own so that’s why we went for a walk. We stopped in the park and I told him and he just sat there then he ran off. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared and upset so I called Louis." All three of them pulled me into a massive hug.

"Don’t worry babe, Harry will come round eventually. He won’t want you doing this on your own and he wouldn’t want you to get rid of it either." Zayn comforted.

"Thanks Zayn." I whispered. They started talking about what the baby would look like when the door opened. I shot my head up to see if it was Harry. My heart sunk when Liam walked in. But, he wasn’t alone...

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I was pulled away from my dreams by the sound of the door being shut. My bedroom door was open a bit so I looked out and saw Liam. I felt my lips making a small, tired smile. Then my attention landed on a girl who I wished wasn’t here. There holding Liam’s hand was that Kelly girl. I thought I was having a weird dream so I put my head back down on the pillow and fell asleep again. I faintly heard Liam come in then walk back out.