Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with track practice (which I have every day, might I add) and a bunch of other crap. I don't spend my whole life on the internet... anymore. JKJK. XD
This chapter might happen a little quickly. I have major writer's block and I'm sleep deprived, so this is the best you'll get.
Video is... Dope Zebra. Only because I feel bad about making a short chapter, so I'll give you a funny video. It's also a very catchy tune. If you like that video, and you have an iPod touch/iPhone/iPad, get the app Smule Magic Piano! It's extremely fun. I'm on level 18!
Dedicated to OneRushxx for helping me write this! Tanks bud!
Don't forget to read Kiss Me Slowly, my new 1D story on a joint account I'm in. The account username is DirectionalRush.
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(Skylar)
Pregnant. My first time... doing it, and I get pregnant.
My vision blurs slightly and I get a distant look in my eyes. Harry looks at me worriedly. "Sky, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I say calmly. I stand up from the chair I was sitting in.
"W–Why are you getting up?" Harry asks nervously.
Without answering, I walk out of the room, ignoring the protests of Harry and the doctor. I briskly walk through the hospital halls until I was walking through the lobby and out the front door. I stalk around the building and to the back of the hospital, where there only was a dumpster and some cardboard boxes.
The rage that was piling inside of me, just waiting to blow, erupts. I rampage around the small paved area, slinging around boxes and occasionally kicking the metal dumpster. I bellow at the blue sky until my throat is raw and there is no energy left in me. I throw myself on the ground and sob into my arms.
After a few minutes, Harry comes around the corner. "There you are! You had me worried," He scolds. I look up at him, eyes red and puffy from the crying. His expression softens as he plops down next to me with a sigh. "I'm sorry, Sky," He apologizes quietly.
"It's not your fault," I bawl. "... Not entirely. I have to take some of the blame."
"I–I don't know what to do... what to say," Harry says.
"I guess we'll just have to go home and tell everyone," I reply. My own comment brings a new wave of tears.
Harry wraps his arms around my shoulders. I bury my head into his chest and cry. "Please stop crying," Harry whispers.
"What else can I do?" I sob.
"You could stand up and face your problems. You can face the fact that doing nothing but crying will get you nowhere. You can accept your problem and go on with life," Harry says expressively (and a bit dramatically, if you ask me).
"A pep talk, eh?" I ask, wiping my eyes and cracking a smile.
Harry grins and whispers, "There's the Sky I know and love."
I stand up. "Let's just go home."
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(Harry)
My phone buzzes like mad after I send out the mass text about the big news. Things like "Congradulations!", or "That's amazing!", or (this on particularly from Louis) "Good job, Hazza!"
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