Don't Leave Me Here (Harry Styles x Cher Lloyd x Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 9: Cher

Cher

Days passed. Then weeks. Before I knew it, two months passed.

I was kind of getting depressed because I missed Louis sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much.

Sure, Katie was here but it wasn’t the same. It killed me. I’ve been having bad, vivid dreams lately. I couldn’t take it so I worried about Louis and the boys 24/7.

Then, something happened.

I went downstairs to my massive kitchen and saw Katie with a huge burger, looking out the window. She took a big bite and I heard the juicy crunch of lettuce. The smell of beef lingered in my nostrils.

“Katie, your burger is mouth-watering.” I said with my raspy, morning voice.

“Make one yourself.” She said as she turned around and saw me. “What happened…?”

I shook my head. “Another one. Another bad dream. It was so real, Katie. As if it was actually happening.”

“Yeah, I could tell you’ve been crying.” She pulled out a mirror from her pocket and gave it to me.

I was taken aback by my reflection. I looked like a mess. My hair looked like it was naturally afro. It would take years to brush it smooth. Then my eyes. I had mascara-tear drop lines from the corner of my eye to my jawline. They were red and puffy so it was pretty obvious that I cried the night before. My nose was red as well. My clothes didn’t even look decent.

“I look like I was attacked by a pack of wolves… or fangirls.” I said, trying to brighten up my mood but failing.

Katie went over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “It’s alright. He’ll be back in seven months.”

My tears flowed out for the hundredth time. “Sure he will. He hasn’t even replied to my messages. Not by text, email, Facebook and every other communication app he has.”

“Don’t mind it. He’s busy, that’s all. You should know that your boyfriend is a teenage heartthrob so might be preoccupied for the moment but in seven months you’ll be back in his arms.” Katie tried to soothe me but more tears spilled.

“It’s alright, Cher. Don’t cry, Louis wouldn’t want to see that.”

I nodded. She was right. If Louis were here, he would make a way to cheer me up.

“You’re right.” She sighed. “I’m going to go wash my face and get some breakfast.” I went into the bathroom and washed my face with soap and water and when I finished, I went towards my fridge and made myself a burger.

When I took my first bite, it tasted funny. Sour. Yuck. I went over to the sink and threw it. I tried taking another bite and surely, it was bad.

I ran to the bathroom and doubled over the toilet. Before I could even register that I was vomiting, Katie was behind me, holding my hair back and patting my back.

I watched as the vile, repulsive vomit was thrown out of my body.

When I finished, I went out of the bathroom and Katie said, “Cher, I think you should rest for a white… two hours?” She suggested.

I nodded. “Yeah. That would be the best.” I didn’t bother climbing the massive staircase to my room so I crashed on the couch and took a two-hour nap.

When I woke up, I ran straight to the bathroom, past Katie who was reading a magazine. She ran after me when she saw what I was going to do.

I threw up on the toilet for five minutes and my stomach started hurting. “Oh god. This isn’t good, Cher. I’ll take you to the hospital.” As soon as I finished barfing, she pulled me to her car and drove me to the hospital in a sweatshirt and short shorts.

When I got to the emergency room, Katie immediately called a doctor. While she was on it, I felt the off stirring in my stomach again. I knew that I would throw up but I held in in and swallowed it. It left an unpleasant aftertaste in my mouth.

Katie and a doctor rushed to me.

“…throwing up lately.” Katie had been saying while the doctor nodded.

The doctor came near me and said, “Hello. I am Dr. Whitlock and may I ask what’s been going on? Wait, are you… Cher Lloyd?” Then he turned to Katie. “Katie Waissel?” We nodded dully.

“Wow… Okay, back to work then. What seems to be the problem, Ms. Lloyd?” He asked.

“I’ve been throwing up and my stomach hurts badly.” I said.

He scribbled it down on a clipboard and asked me, “Anything else?”

I thought for a long time. “Nope.” I was sure of it.

“Alright. When was your last period?” He asked.

My period. Period… Hmm… I counted on my fingers.

“Uh a month and twenty-two days. I’m late.” My eyes widened as I realized.

“Do you know what that means?”

“I could be…”

“Not necessarily. We have to take a few tests before we know. C=Do you mind if you lie down here for a while?” He gestured to the bed I was sitting on and I laid down on it while he did a few tests.

He checked through various tests and they all showed that I was.

That I was pregnant.