Forever-Harry Styles Fanfic

Part twenty five-

Darcy's POV-

I left our dorm the next morning not even bothering to tell Chelsea where I was going. I mean, why should I? She's been ignoring me ever since she met Harry, and I know thing's change but I've always been there for here in the past, and now she's not there for me. Yes, she doesn't know, and that's not her fault because I just haven't even told her. I didn't think it'd matter, I thought it would go away, and she'd never need to know, but It can't. Not anymore anyways.

I clicked open the door quietly to my history class, knowing I'd be early. I loved history, it's always been my favourite lesson, and some day I'd love to teach it. But today I really didn't want to be here. I collapsed down on my chair, causing a loud thump. My teacher Mr Church swiveled his chair around in order to see what all the commotion was.

"Sorry Sir, It's just me." I smiled, hauling my bag up off the floor to get my text book out.

"What are you doing here so early Darcy?" He asked, raising one eyebrow in a questioning manor.

"Just woke up early I guess." I replied quickly, making myself look busy so I didn't have to answer any questions.

Chelsea's POV-

I knew I was early, but I didn't care. I needed to find Darcy and sort things out. We've never had a proper argument before, and I didn't want to start one on a misunderstanding. I raced down the empty corridor in the direction of our first lesson, history. I peeked through the small glass slats in the door, to find her sat at our usual desk with her bag placed on my chair. I swung open the door, maybe a little too loudly, before marching over and sliding her bag off the chair.

"Darce, I'm really sorry about everything. I guess I just got carried away when I met Harry, and just lost you along the way." I explained, twisting my chair to face her.

She looked at me with a guilty expression, before continuing to write something in her book. "Chels, It's not your fault, It's mine. I've done something I probably shouldn't, and now I don't know what to do." She stumbled, holding back obvious tears.

"Darce, what have you done? I'm sure it can't be that bad, I mean it's you were talking about here." I giggled, trying to lift the mood slightly.

"Chelsea, I can't tell you, I can't tell anyone..." She trailed off, before lifting her head to look at me.

What's she done? Darcy never panics about anything, ever. I mean, she's the most laid back and optimistic person I know. What's happened?

"Darce, you can tell me anything, I'm hear for you." I smiled, whilst rubbing her back softly as the tears began to pour from her eyes.

"Fine." She paused, before taking a deep breath and composing herself. "I-I'm.... I'm pregnant..."

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