Hero // Ethan and Grayson Dolan

chapter 13 ~ results

that night

Today was rough. The day after I have a panic attack is usually hard for me, so I was expecting it. Hundreds of thoughts filled my head throughout the day. It's the first time I had actually thrown up in about four years. Yeah, I'd have panic attacks that make me feel really sick, but I don't actually throw up. Until last night.

The only time it ever happens is when I'm really sick. So it makes me wonder.

But I'm not sick. I feel okay. Anxious, but okay. Occasionally I feel nauseated. But whatever. I'm just gonna assume that last night's panic attack was too much to handle.

Ethan's just gone out again. He apologised to me so many times, but he really enjoys the skate park. I told him I'd be fine. So it's me and Grayson tonight.

"Pizza again?" He says, as he comes out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. He joins me on the couch and kisses my forehead.

"Actually, I was thinking I could make spaghetti or something tonight. I know you like it, and I could really use the distraction."

"Of course! If you want to cook, I wont say no to some speego." He smiles and claps his hands. "But what do you need a distraction from?"

I open my eyes wide and look at him. "Oh-" I hesitate for a second. "I'm just always on my phone."

"Okay! I agree." He laughs and I punch his shoulder lightly.

"Well, I better be off to the shop then. I need to go to the super market and then I need to buy myself a hair brush! Mine broke yesterday." I kiss his lips lightly and grab my purse, along with Grayson's car keys. "See you soon!"

"I love you!" I hear him say, just as I close the door.

Shit. That was close!

...

I purchase the ingredients for the pasta and then make my way to a chemist 'for women' close by. They sell makeup, hair products, medicine etc. They should have a hair brush, right?

When I walk in, I look through all the aisles.

Medicines, tampons, hair products? Nah, I need hair accessories. I continue to inspect the aisle, and I grab a few things as I go along.

Perfume, pregnancy tests-

Wait.

Should I get some? Why not, just in case. I actually never thought about pregnancy. Even though I'm 110% sure that it's just anxiety. I proceed to buy a few of those tests where it tells you how many weeks.

Finally, I find a hair brush in an aisle close by. I purchase my items and head home.

...

"This is so good, I love this pasta almost as much as I love you!" Grayson says with a mouthful of spaghetti.

"Gray! You're spitting bits all over me!" I laugh.

He laughs too, and wipes his mouth with a napkin after swallowing his food.

"Seriously! You need to make this more often."

"I'd love to."

"Finally back home!" We hear, as the doors creaks open.

"Just in time! Brooklyn made some freaking amazing dinner!" Grayson tells his brother, pointing to his plate.

"I thought something smelt good!"

I laugh as I stand up to make a plate for Ethan. I pour him a glass of water to go with it.

"Enjoy!" I say, as I place the food in front of Ethan, who is already sitting down.

...

It's 12:47am. Ethan and Grayson are in their rooms. I'm guessing their asleep since there's no sound coming from either of them.

I sneak into the bathroom and bring the tests I purchased earlier. I do what I need to do, and then turn the timer on my phone. I sit on the toilet with the lid down, and decide to change my background to just a simple picture of me and my dad from when we were younger: I was 12. I can't help but crack a smile as I remember this day. In the photo, I'm sitting on a horse and he's holding my hand from the ground. I remember I was petrified, but he helped me the entire ride and now I actually love horses.

Theres two minutes left on the timer, so I leave the test on the sink and head into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I return to the bathroom - to see Ethan staring at the test.

"What's this?!" He says, pointing to it. "Are you taking a pregnancy test?"

My face goes pale. Shit. He wasn't meant to see this.

"Yes, well I, um, thought maybe this was-"

He interrupts my stutter by connecting his lips with mine.

My timer goes off, and I jump a little. I move him out of the way and pick up the test as fast as possible. I need to see it before Ethan does, although he probably doesn't know how to read one.

Oh. My.

My jaw drops as I start at the results.

"I-m pregnant?" The words slip out of my mouth without me knowing.

Now it's Ethan's jaw that drops.

"WHAT?! How many weeks?"

My mind races as I try to remember the last time we ... Oh I know!

"Four weeks." I lie.

... sorry for the really short chapter! next one coming soon ;) x