Drugged *Harry Styles*

Chapter 16

Tuesday approached really fast. Before I knew it, Harry was knocking at my door Tuesday morning to pick me up and take me to the hospital. I would assume I'm only about 8-10 weeks, so I haven't started showing yet and I'm naturally skinny. I hope I'm one of those small, cute pregnant girls. I got in Harrys car and the 40 minute car ride began.

I talked to my parents last night, they're going to be home Thursday morning. Only until Saturday though. I guess its good my doctors appointment is before they come here. I'm going to have to bring myself to tell them on Thursday, which I already know is going to be a train wreck. Especially when they find out who the father is. They don't take much of a liking to Harry.

"How much longer?" I ask Harry, while trying to find a song on the radio to listen to.

"About 10 more minutes." He said blankly, not taking his eyes off of the road. I turned on some random pop song that I didn't know the words to, just to break the awkward silence in this car. I don't know how this is going to work if me and Harry are so awkward with each other. He hasn't seemed happy, or excited at all this morning. Not gonna lie, I'm a little excited myself. At first I thought this was going to completely ruin my life, my future, and my relationship with my parents. But now I'm trying to look on the positive side of things. I can finish school while pregnant, and still graduate. I'll have her before I go to college, and I'm hoping Harry will still be around when that time comes, so he can keep an eye on the baby while I do what needs to be done. Harry opening his car door stopped me and my thoughts. I got out of the car and followed closely behind Harry into the hospital. I've always hated hospitals, mostly the smell. It just smells like dead people, which makes me sick. Apparently Harry knew where he was going, because he walked directly into the waiting room without stopping or hesitating his directions. He sat down in one of those uncomfortable chairs hospitals always have, and I went up to the desk lady and told her my name and my appointment time, she handed me a whole bunch of paper with a pen. I walked over and sat down next to Harry, who was playing some game on his phone.

After filling things out for about 5 minutes, I looked at Harry and said, "Are you alright? You didn't have to come and you seem pissy." He snapped his head up at me and his green eyes were staring at me. After a couple of seconds, his eyes softened.

"Just tired and cranky." He said, adding a slight chuckle. I smiled at him and finished up the paperwork I had left, returning it to the desk lady when I was finished. I played on my phone for about 10 minutes until a doctor came back and said my name. Harry shot up and shoved his phone in his pocket, following me and the doctor to the room.

"I'm Dr. Reeves. Nice to meet you." He said with a warm smile. He was a middle-aged man, with black hair and some grey ones mixed into it. He had pretty hazel eyes.

"I'm Victoria, and this is Harry." Harry huffed and sat down in the chair provided in the room. The doctor smiled once again, and put some white gloves on and started up the ultrasound monitor.

"Now this might be cold. Lay down and lift your shirt up just under your bra please" and I did what he asked. He spread the gel on my lower stomach, and just as he warned it was cold. Super cold. I used the little thing and moved it around on my stomach, until he found the baby. You couldn't quite make out that it was a baby, it looked like a blob. But there was a heart beat, and as soon as I heard it, it made my heart smile. He screen captured the picture of our baby and printed out a picture for the both of us. I could see Harry holding back his smile. I thanked the doctor and we scheduled an appointment in a month. I walked out of the hospital and followed Harry to the car. He couldn't stop smiling. Now all that's left Is telling my parents.