"when were you going to tell me you're pregnant?!" my mom says strongly on the other line.
"where did you hear that? !"
"its all over the internet! how far along are ya?"
oh my god...
"I'm not pregnant mom. it was a rumor." I say, its obvious im annoyed.
"oh... well okay. I trust you."
"bye mom.." I say finally ending the call.
"we have an award show friday night... and you need a dress..." harry says pouring himself a cuo of tea and joining me on the couch.
"I'm planning on going today with El. speaking of I have to get ready..."
I hop up and put on a nice but easy to remove outfit for shopping, then eleanor picks me up to go to the shops.
"So i presume the pregnancy rumors are fake?" she asks with a laugh.
"yes. my mom called me freaking out."
at the shop, I find a pretty long, hip hugging, gold dress. I am helped into it by a young rude sales lady,
"if you're pregnant, this wouldn't be the dress for you." she snaps, zipping up the back. it fits like a glove.
"I'm not pregnant. but thanks for assuming." I say and show el the dress,
"that's perfect! I absolutely love it!" she exlaims.
we check out and fans wait outside crowding the store.
"oh my God..." eleanor groans, as we try to walk through, and get to the car, they all yell at us,
"are you really pregnant? !"
"whens the baby due?!"
"what are you going to name it?!"
before I get into the car I turn around, "I'm not fucking pregnant. get over it." and get in.
"that was ballsy..." eleanor laughs, putting the car into drive and speeding down the road.
when we get back to harry and I's apartment, eleanor tells harry what I said and he laughs so hard.
"oh my god. you're my hero." he says.
"I'm gonna hear it from stacey later..." I say taking my dress into the other room.
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FanfictionEbonys bestfriend all through high school looses touch completley once he graduates, but when he shows back up out of the blue, almost a different person, they catch up, but this time in a new atmosphere. can ebony handle all the judgement, the pres...
