My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 39

(Hannah's POV)

"You're what?!" I gasp.

"This can't be happening." She says and paces around the room.

"Ok... uhm... come here. Sit down, and we'll figure this out."

"I have to get rid of it."

"Hey! Maria, calm down, don't get crazy."

"I can't be pregnant." She drops on the sofa.

"Why? Tell me your reasons."

"First of all, he's already getting a child. Second, I... I'm only eighteen. Third, I just began my career."

"Does he know?"

"No."

"How'd you find out?"

"I've been so busy with the album, it slipped my mind that my period was late. Also, I've been getting hungrier lately. Anyways, when I checked my period calendar, I found that I'm a month late. I took a pregnancy test... well, five... and here I am."

"So... you're two weeks pregnant."

"Yup."

"What can we do?"

"I don't know." She says and starts to cry.

"Come here." I say and hug her tightly.

She then lays her head on my lap and continues to cry. I take a deep breath and play with her hair.

~*~

I wake up to the feeling of being carried. Opening my eyes, I see Harry. I then smile and close my eyes again. It's only when I feel the coldness of my sheets do I open my eyes again.

"Hello, beautiful." He smiles.

"Hey." I yawn.

I then notice the window is dark.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Almost ten."

"What? We slept all that time?"

"Yeah. Louis and I were worried all day when neither of you were answering texts or calls, so, we split up. He went over to Maria's and I came here. When I saw you two, I called him, and he's on his way."

"Where's Maria?"

"Bathroom."

I just nod and sit up. Running a hand through my hair, I feel soft lips on my cheek.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." He says.

"It was nothing, Harry. It was my fault actually. I shouldn't have been so jealous." I say.

"You were jealous?" He smirks.

I just scoff and get up. Just as I reach the bathroom door, Maria opens it. We both giggle and Harry just smiles.

"That must be Louis." He says when the doorbell rings.

He then gets up and leaves, closing the door behind him.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna tell him?" I ask.

"I don't know. I don't want to. At least... not now." She says.

"I don't know, I believe that you should tell him. We're in November and Brianna is due in early Feb or late Jan. He should know."

"I don't know. Come on. Let's just go see them. Maybe have dinner or something."