My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 50

His facial expression changes to shock and he verifies, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I took two different tests."

"I thought you told me you were on the pill."

"I am. You've seen me take them. They aren't exactly 100% safe, ya know. I guess we figured the percentage of them not being safe was so small that it wouldn't happen to us." I inform him.

"What do you want to do?" He swallows hard.

"I have absolutely no idea. I wanted to discuss it with you first and see where you stood."

"I have no idea either." He shakes his head.

"I understand that. It's a lot to take in and process. I wasn't looking for an answer right this minute. I was just hoping you wouldn't freak out."

"I'm in too much shock to freak out at the moment. Pregnant?!"

"Thank you for not freaking out."

"Sam, I completely trust your judgement. Why don't you take this week to think about what you want to do and we'll talk about it next weekend when you come out to visit?" He suggests.

"So, you're okay with the ball being completely in my court?" I make sure I understand what he's suggesting.

"Yea." He confirms. "Come here." He extends his arms and pulls me in. "We'll figure this out." He continues as he holds me and kisses me on the top of the head.

Well, that went better than I imagined it would. Truth be told, I was expecting him to accuse me of lying and walking out the door.

He turns the TV on. We spend the rest of the evening watching it, cuddling, and chatting about the shows we're watching.

When the clock hits about midnight, we head to bed. He pulls me in close, like he always does, and we fall asleep.

* * * *

I'm about a half hour from Niall's exit. Where did this past week go? I've been consumed with the biggest decision of my life so far. Niall hasn't been much help about it this week. He really didn't bring it up when we would talk but he would ask how I was feeling. Things have been a bit awkward and strained between us lately. Once again, I'm fearing the worst.

I get there and knock on the door. Niall answers and gives me a big hug and kiss, as usual.

"Hey, Babe!" He says as he takes my bag off my shoulder and walks it back to his bedroom. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving!" I'm hungry all the time now.

He grabs his keys and we head out to the bar where his friends hang out at. We eat, laugh, play pool, and hang out with his friends.

2:00am comes quickly, along with last call. I drive us back to his place because he is tipsy. He is so playful when he's a little drunk. He is rambling on and on about God knows what and laughing a himself all the way home. It makes me giggle.

We get into the house and head straight to bed. As we lie there, Niall slurs an "I love you", wraps his arms around me, brings me in close, and almost immediately purrs into the top of my head. That didn't take too long for him to fall asleep.

* * * *

It's the afternoon the next day and Niall and I are sitting outside talking.

"Have you put some thought into what you're going to do?" He asks me.

"I did."

"And?"

"I can't emotionally handle an adoption or an abortion."