Harry Styles Got Me Pregnant?!?

Chapter Two

Katlyn’s POV

When I woke up I was drowsy and sore. My body ached from head to toe. I looked myself other, I looked perfectly fine. But there was one thing that was wrong with this whole picture; I had no clue where I was.

“I see you finally woke up,” A deep British accent said bounding through the front door. I spun my head around to see Harry kicking off his shoes like he lived here or something. “Welcome to Louis and I’s flat. Nice, isn’t it?” He walked over and plopped down on the couch beside me.

 “How did you find me?” I sat completely up and put my feet on the ground. “Last I remember, I was walking away from the party, trying to get away from you,”

“Well, why on earth would anyone want to get away from me?” He grinned from ear to ear.

“Maybe it was because you turned out to be a total jerk!” I exclaimed. My head started pounding as everything flooded back. What he told me in the bedroom replayed through my head. ‘I didn’t use protection. What if you get pregnant?’ What if I really did get pregnant? Harry was a total asshole about the whole situation. ‘I don’t have time for a kid,’ He had told me. That’s what made me want to leave. I wanted to deal with the situation alone.

“I’m not actually like that, I was just a little drunk, and that’s all. Now I’m sober,” He reassured me.

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

He shook his head. “Me chasing after you on a freezing cold night for about an hour isn’t enough for me to say that I care?” I looked over at his pleading green eyes. “Look, I know what I said was rude and at the up most wrong, I’m so sorry,”

“Okay, whatever,” I wasn’t completely convinced, but his intentions now were good. “So can you take me home?”

“Uhh, not exactly.” He frowned at me. “You do realize that you’re not in America anymore, right?”

My eyes went wide. “You flew all the way back to London last night?”

“Everyone but Louis. He stayed for a couple extra days so you could have his plane ticket.” He smiled. “So we have the house to ourselves.”

“I need to call my mom,” I bluntly stated and got up to find a phone. I walked into his kitchen. It was huge. Everything was stainless steel and shiny. His dining room sat to the left of his kitchen and a sitting area to the right.

“Phone’s right beside the fridge!” He shouted from a couple rooms over. His flat was huge, which caused everything to echo.

I glanced over and there it hang on the wall. I had walked right by it. My head was so flustered that I can’t even think. I walked over to the fridge and picked up the phone and dialed my mom’s number.

“Hello?” She answered in that quite voice of hers.