Speak Now

Chapter 3; Crash

   “So what you’re telling me is, that you don’t remember anything at all after you went into the bathroom?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

She shakes her head and jutted her bottom lip to a pout, “Not at all.” She sighed. “I wish I did. I felt like there was something more that happened.”

   “Well…” Louis cleared his throat, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “Can you tell me what happened when you woke up?”

Flashback

15th March 2011

She groaned, feeling every inch of her body aching in pain. She slowly fluttered her eyelids open and stretched her arms, confusion filling her facial expressions as her eyes scanned the ceiling. It was nowhere familiar to her and the bed felt slightly uncomfortable unlike the bed she had in the apartment she shared with Demi and Emily. She turned her head to the side and curled her lips down to a frown as she realized this really wasn’t her place.

As she tried to sit up, she whimpered softly at the slight pain that was sent through the nerves around her thighs. As her mind pounded against her skull, she groaned softly but nor did was she expecting to hear a groan from someone else. She pulled the covers up slightly and her eyes widen at the sight of her nudity before letting a piercing shriek escape her lips.

   “What the fuck!” a low husky voice yelled and she turned her head to face the unknown stranger, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of whom it is.

   “H-harry?” she stuttered as she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Did… we?” 

Harry opened one eyelid as he rubbed the other with his palm, a long yawn emitting from his lips. He placed his hands down and scooted closer to Miley, wrapping an arm around her hip and pulling her closer to him as he slowly sat up. He slowly rubbed her shoulder soothingly before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on the skin. He mumbled, “I guess we did.” She stayed silent and didn’t tear her attention away from the hands in her lap. Harry frowned at the sight and tilted her head up by her chin, “Do you regret it?” 

   “I…” she trailed off, biting the inside of her cheek as she tried to not gaze up into his eyes.

   “Miley, look at me.” He whispered sadly, moving his hand over to cup her cheek; running his thumb across her cheek. A sigh emitted from her lips and she lifted her gaze up to look into his eyes.

   “I don’t know, Harry.” She mumbled, placing a hand over his. “I mean, I love you – but I was kind of saving my virginity until marriage you know…”

   “I understand.” He said, nodding his head slowly. She pulled his hand away as her eyes slightly widened; she quickly got out of the bed and rushed towards the bathroom. “Miley?” he called out, worry dripping from his voice before he got out of the bed and made his way into the bathroom.

She knelt down and winced as she felt pain jabbed just below her abdomen. She pulled her hair to the side and started throwing up into the toilet bowl. Harry’s eyes widen in shock and worry at the sight before kneeling down beside her. He pulled her hair up and rubbed her back slowly, his mind flooding with conclusions. 

   “Miley, you don’t think…” he whispered softly, looking at her with worry. Miley’s eyes widened and she quickly wiped her lips away, scrunching her face up in disgust before turning her head to look at Harry. She shook her head and let out a nervous laugh.

   “No, I’m pretty sure it’s just the alcohol. I did drink a lot.” She said, flashing him a small assuring smile. Harry nodded his head slowly before scooping her up into his arms and getting up on his feet. As he walked back into the room, he glanced at her for a moment and curled his lips up to a grin. “What?” she asked, her cheeks heating up from his stare.

   “Nothing.” He whispered as he gently placed her back down on the bed, he knelt down in front of her and took her hand in his, bringing it up and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re just so beautiful, baby.”

   “Oh, baby.” She smiled down at him in awe and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. She leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead and mumbled, “I love you." 

   “And I love you.” He whispered softly, his smile widening. 

End of Flashback

   “Miley?” he asked, his eyes filling with curiosity as he slowly moved a hand down over to her stomach. “How are you so positive?”

Miley furrowed her brows and pulled her hand away, scooting away from him slightly as she slowly snaked her arms around herself. “What are you trying to say, Louis?” she asked.

   “I meant…” he trailed off, his lips curling down to a frown, “How are you so sure you aren’t pregnant? It is a possibility….”

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lou.” She said, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip gently.

   “Miley, how long have you’ve been throwing up and such?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

   “It’s been on and off every morning for a month now.” She responded softly, looking up at Louis with fear in her eyes. “Louis… what if I am?”

   “I’m here for you, you know that Miles.” He said, grabbing her hand in his once more, stroking her thumb slowly with his. “Every single step of the way.” 

   “It was a mistake.” She sighed as tears filled the corner of her eyes. Louis quietly hushed her and pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her. 

   “It’ll be okay.” he whispered softly into her ear and held her closer against hist chest, running his fingers through his hair.