Unpredictable

Chapter 9

"P-Pregnant?" I stuttered. "Are you sure?"

"I took four tests, I'm pretty sure." She slid to the ground, and I sat next to her.

"But I don't understand. Why are you mad at Zayn?" I frowned.

"That's the worst bit," she sniffed. "He gave me a choice. Get rid of the baby, or he's leaving me."

"What?! Why?!"

"He thinks that the baby isn't his." She sighed, resting her head against the wall.

I bit my lip. "Well... Is it?"

She closed her eyes. "I... I don't know." She saw the look on my face. "I'm not a slut, I swear. I didn't cheat on him."

"So how-" I asked, confused.

"Last month, Zayn and me broke up, only for a fortnight or so, but in that time, I had a stupid one night stand with a guy I met in a club. And the baby... It could be his. I got back together with Zayn five days later, and I'm a month gone, I think, so it's not really possible to know who's it is." She put her head in her hands. "How could I be so stupid?! I don't even know the other guys name, and Zayn's kicked me out, and my parents, well they'd had enough with my shit years ago, and Ella, I don't fucking know what to do!"

I hugged her, at a loss for words. "Could you not get rid of it?"

She shook her head. "I can't, Ella. It's part of me, I just can't."

She stood up. "God, I look like crap." She pulled out a paper towel from the dispenser, and stared rubbing away at the mascara trails.

"Have you told anyone else? About what's happening?"

She shook her head. "And you can't either. Not even Harry. Swear to me."

"I swear, I promise."

"Thanks, Ella." She sniffed. "I'm going to have to go get my stuff from Zayn's tomorow. Can you come with me? Please?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"Come on then." She opened the bathroom door for me. "I really appriciate it. You helping me."

"Don't worry, it's fine. No problem." I blushed.

We sat back down at the table. Zayn had left, and all the food had been cleared away.

"Ready to go?" Asked Harry, pecking me on the cheek.

I nodded. "Sure."

We walked out to the car, and just as we were about to get in Perrie ran across to us, and scrawled something on my hand. "That's my number. Call me tomorow."

I hugged her and got into the car, sitting shotgun. "I had a lovely time tonight." I smiled at Harry.

"I'm glad. Sorry about Niall and Liam, they can be a bit... Nosy." He wrinkled up his nose adorably.

"I really like them. Louis and Zayn and Perrie as well." I rested my head against the window, watching the shining skyline. "Your band is amazing too."

He grinned, proud. "You think?"

"Yeah! I love the songs that you wrote. They're beautiful."

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"No! You're really talented.  At singing, at writing, at everything."

Harry stopped the car outside my house. "You're not too bad yourself." He said gently, his hair falling over his eye.

"You've never even heard me sing-" I said, confused.

"Maybe I didn't mean at singing, at writing, at everything..." He whispered, one hand on my knee, the other on the back of my neck.

He leant in towards me, eylashes fluttering on my cheek, curls tickling me. He rested his forehead against mine, and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I don't want to close my eyes when I kiss you," he breathed, "Because I just want to see you. But it's more romantic if I do."

"That's possibly the cheesiest thing I've ever heard," I whispered back, my lips brushing against his, "But I don't care. And somehow, it makes me want to kiss you even more."

He slid his hand through my hair, his eyes fluttering shut. I closed mine as well, leaning over towards him, our lips brushing together, as soft as butterfly wings. He pressed harder, but not to hard, and I moved my hands to his waist. He gently pushed his toungue against my closed lips to ask for permission, and I was just about to open my mouth when a voice called,

"ELIZABETH! GET INSIDE! NOW!"

"Crap." I pulled reluctantly away from Harry. "That's my step-mum."

He smirked, his fingers still weaving in and out of my hair. "Your real names Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, shut up." I giggled, and he sneaked a peck onto my cheek. "I have to go."

"That's what our first kiss should have been like." He whispered in my ear as I was getting out the car.

He was romantic, soppy, and everything I normally hated. But I didn't hate him, not one bit. I was more attractted to him than I had been towards anyone, ever.

Of course, when I got inside I got a talk from Jessica about how I was not to go making out with boys in cars parked outside the house, what would the neighbours think, I was behaving like such a slut recently, etc. etc. I have to admit that the last accusation hurt, but I didn't let Jessica see. I couldn't let her see.