I'm Pregnant with Harry Styles' Baby?!

Will It Ever Be Safe?

I sat in the bed as I waited for Eleanor to come up the stairs. It had to have been five minutes since I heard the door open but she still hadn't come up. I silenced my thoughts after I heard a creak of the stairs.
  
    After a few moments when I didn't hear anything, I was slightly on edge because El is acting really strange. I gently eased myself out of the bed because for some reason I had a sense to keep quiet. I walked over to the door and out onto the carpeted landing. There was no sign of anyone being here but I was full sure I heard the door open and someone on the stairs.

    I made my way to the top of the stairs and took one step before I felt a pair of thin hands on my shoulder. I gasped and whipped my head around to see who it was but before I could, the hands gave me a strong and firm push sending me off balance and tumbling down the stairs. My hands instinctively went to my bump to protect my babies as I crashed down the wooden steps. My head bounced of the last step and I landed in a heap at the bottom of the steps.

    Everywhere ached and I struggled to catch my breath. I tried to lift my head to see up the stairs but my vision was dark and spotted. I groaned as I tried to move away but I was in too much pain. The only worry in my head was my babies and we're they okay. As if they could sense my worries, I felt a a jabbing flutter in my stomach. I smiled but didn't have time to enjoy the first time one of my babies kicked before everything around my faded as once again I slipped into unconsciousness.

Eleanor's POV.
I raced into the Bethany and Harry's house about an hour late. I ran up the stairs into the guest bedroom where Harry said Bethany was and stopped. Bethany wasn't in the bed. I checked around the room but she wasn't in here. I walked quickly into Bethany and Harry's room to see if I could find her, but again there was no sign of her.
" Bethany!" I called when I walked back out. I waited for a response that never came. I bit my lip anxiously as I tried to think of where she could be. I walked back down the stairs but came to a halt white when I noticed a large, dark red streak on the white skirting board at the foot of the stairs. I cautiously bent down and rubbed my finger against it. It came away easily and I knew it was blood. I jerked upright and pulled out my phone and called the cops. Then I called Harry.
" Eleanor? Is everything alright? I'm a bit busy." He asked.
" It's Bethany! She's gone!" I sobbed.
" What? What do you mean she's gone? I told her not to leave the bed." He sounded both concerned and annoyed.
" I don't know what happened! I got caught in road diversions and didn't get here until just a few minutes ago. I went upstairs and went into the guest room but she was gone. So I checked your room and she wasn't in there either. I called her name but nothing happened so I went downstairs and I saw the stain on the skirting-"
" Wait! What stain El?"
My breath was coming hard and fast as the possibilities of what could have happened went through my head. " Blood, Harry. There's blood."
" Oh my God. I'm calling the cops." He said his voice gone hoarse indicating he was on the verge of tears.
" I already did. They'll be here any minute."
" I'm on my way. It's okay, El. We'll find her." I heard the beep letting me know the call was ended. I pulled the phone away from my ear and sat down onto one of the steps. My eyes wandered to the dark red stain once again and I was left thinking about what happened to one of my best friends. Bethany had already been through so much and things were finally starting to normalise again.
" I'm so sorry Bethany. This is all my fault. If I had just come the other road then you'd probably still be here." I whispered to no one in particular. A sharp knock at the door broke me away from my destructive thoughts and I stood up to anwser the door.