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

Chapter 51

"Excuse me?" My dad asks.

"I'm pregnant." I say it quieter and with less conviction...not like there was a lot in the first time.

My mom gasps and places her hand over her mouth. I feel like such a disappointment to them. I'm sad. Sad for not taking the proper precautions. Sad for thinking Niall would be mature and level headed about the whole thing. Sad for being in this position, all alone, having to face my family. I've done this to myself.

Through quite a few sleepless nights this week, I have done a lot of self reflecting. I can be a good parent. I will be a good parent...even if I have to do it all by myself. Everything happens for a reason, right? I'm just not quite sure what this particular reason is.

After what seems like hours of uncomfortable silence, my dad speaks up.

"We'll be here for you all along the way." He says.

My mom is still in shock and doesn't say a word. At this point she's just nodding.

We discuss how far along I am and how I'm feeling. I have my first doctor's appointment on Monday. I inform them that Lisa promised to go with me. They inquire about where Niall is and why wasn't he here with me. My answer was that circumstances like this bring out people's true colors and, apparently, his are ugly shades of brown.

I head home and finish the weekend alone in the apartment. I need it because I've got a lot more self reflecting to do.

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Monday morning arrives and it's about an hour before my first doctor's appointment. I knock on Lisa's door. I hear her fly out of bed.

"Hey! The doctor's appointment is in an hour." I inform her.

"Uh...yea. I don't think I'm going to go. I didn't sleep well last night and I'm a little stuffy this morning." She closes her door and I hear her crawl back into bed.

Awesome! Reality didn't just slap me, it punched me right in the stomach. One, it sent the message that if I can't do this alone, I shouldn't be doing this at all. And, two, Lisa can't exactly see past the nose on her face. Thanks for the support, Shithead!

There is no way I can wait here without going off on her. I grab my things and leave only to sit in the parking lot for a half hour. Just enough time for me to pick up the pieces and slap on my big girl panties...into the office I walk.

My visit with the doctor was good. She did an ultrasound and measured the baby at being about seven weeks along. It was amazing seeing this blob with a heartbeat. I'm really going to be a mom. Wow!

I leave there and head to work. My mom texts me.

"Can you stop by after work, please?"

"Sure." I respond.

That was it. I wonder what that could be all about.

The rest of the is gone in a flash. Thank God! I'm anxious to find out what my parents want to talk about.

I drive over there and my dad is home earlier than he normally is...this can't be good. I knock on the front door and walk in to find both my parents sitting in the living room.

"Have a seat." My dad says.

Uh oh. Nothing good ever starts with that.

He continues, "Your mom and I have had some time to discuss things and get over the initial shock. You aren't a teenager anymore and we don't feel like you need your hand held through this process. We don't see how you are going to be able to raise this kid properly. The father is already running and didn't have the balls to come tell us with you. We aren't going to be your babysitter or raise your kid for you. As much as we hate to say it, we think your best option would be to get an abortion. What kind of life could provide this kid?"

I knew it wasn't going to be good, but I didn't expect this.

"I can't do that" I answer.

"Really think long and hard about what you can provide for this baby and what it will grow up not having." He states.

I stand up. "Are you done? I'm hungry. I'll talk to you guys later." And I walk out the door.

Tears begin to pool up in my eyes and they start falling as I pull away from the house. All I was hoping for was a little support. Lisa showed me where her priorities lie and my parents don't have faith in the decision I've made.

I call Anne, bawling my head off, and break down the last couple week's events.

"Oh, Sam, I am so sorry. I am 100% here for you, if you need it...from being with you in the delivery room to hunting down that asshole and cutting his dick off!" She tries to calm me down.

I do smile at that. I'd be lying if I said that cutting his dick off didn't cross my mind once or twice. After talking with Anne, I don't feel so alone anymore. She's had two boys. She knows what this is like and what's needed. I'm not changing my mind. I'm doing this.

I hang up with Ann and Niall calls.

"Hello?" I answer knowing full well who it is. We have hardly talked since my last visit.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing okay. Just hungry all the time. How are you?"

"I'm alright."

"You know, you don't have to call just to ease your guilt." I state. I'm not pulling any punches with him.

"I'm not. I've just been pissed at you."

"Pissed at me? Why?"

"Well, you didn't give me much choice in the matter."

"Excuse me?!" My hormones take over at this point, "You put the ball in my court, remember? You said you 'trust my judgement'. And, let me clear something up, your choice was made the night you wanted to flirt with the odds and not put on a condom!" I am fuming!

"Well...I didn't think you would keep it!"

"Looks like you thought wrong! Okay, I'm not looking to get married. Hell! I'm not even looking for you to be a dad, if you're not ready. So, whatever internal moral dilemmas you're going through is your own doing."

"Whatever, Sam!" He is so mad right now.

"Niall, this conversation is going nowhere. I'm going. I'll talk to you whenever." I say as I hang up.

I held in the tears but now, I'm back to crying. This absolutely sucks! I wasn't expecting him to get down on one knee but I guess I was hoping he wouldn't be so damn immature about it. Asshole!

As I lie on my bed marinating in my self pity and cry, my phone begins to ring. I look at the screen. Holy shit!...it's...Harry! I haven't talked to him in months! I look back at my phone in disbelief. Seriously?! Harry?!

I take a deep breath and answer, "Hello?"