What The Papers Don't Say

Chapter 25

" Did you get it ?" I whispered even though we were totally alone.

" Yes ! Now go before Harry's home." Eleanor handed me the package.

Harry was recording in the studio which allowed me the perfect chance to test my assumptions. I had El buy a pregnancy test, I can't risk one single paparazzo finding out. Or worse, a fan.

" May the odds ever be in your favor !" Eleanor yelled through the door.

" This is the only time in my life where I wish to fail a test." I replied with a groan as I ripped the pregnancy test open.

" What is it with pregnancy in our life these days ?" El sighed.

" Tell me about it." I said in a low voice that she barely could comprehend.

Apparently you're supposed to pee on the stick and wait for three minutes. Basically, my future depends on my urine and a stick. Great.

" We have to wait. Three minutes to go." I complained unlocking the door.

" The timer is set." She informed as I set the test on the counter.

" This is it. I'm doomed El ! I can't possibly have a baby growing inside of me." I thought out loud.

" It might come out negative." She replied.

" But I'm never late. Never. Either I'm pregnant or there is something wrong with me." I paced around in frustration.

" Are you going to tell Harry ? " El cracked the mose important question.

" I don't know." I stopped my pacing overloading with thoughts.

" He deserves to know. Unless of course, it might not be his." She wiggled her eyebrows.

" Of course it's his ! That is if there is an 'it'." I cracked my knuckles in anticipation.

" Well its time to check." She held the beeping iPhone in the air.

" Oh my bleeping bleeps of the bleeping unicorns ! " I worryingly bit my lip.

" Do you want me to do it ?" She offered.

" Jesus." I made a run for it.

I inhaled in a big deep breath as my thumb brushed over the lined tip picking it up. My eyes flickered open reading the sign.

" It's negative." I exhaled as confusion washed over me.

" Well isn't that great ?" Eleanor clapped from behind.

" Yeah but then why am I late ?" I squinted my confused eyes.

" Let me see." She grabbed the cardboard package, eyes roaming the long paragraph.

" What's wrong with me ?" I groaned once more.

" Um Bell." She paused. " Home pregnancy tests can be 35% inaccurate most of the time."

" Now I have to go see a freaking doctor ? And then get photographed ? And Harry has to know." My hands found their way to my face as I sank my body to the couch.

" He has to know, eventually." She joined me sitting down.

" Shouldn't I see a doctor first ?" I asked.

" You have to do that. And you should probably take him with."

" Just when I thought things were getting better."

" Bell, tell Harry."

" Tell me what ?" His curls bounced off hanging his black leather jacket on the rack.