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14 - Unfriendly Visitors

"Well, well, well," she says, her eyes moving from me to Niall, from Niall to Zayn, and then to me again. Her eyes rest on my stomach and her smile falters.

She was wearing a pink Victoria's Secret top, and black jeans. I didn't know which type of shoes she was wearing, but I knew that they were expensive.

I watch as Zayn grows increasingly more angry, and that somehow makes me a little happier. Amber was becoming the neighborhood witch. Everywhere she went, she would cast an evil spell on a boy, and break his heart.

Much like you, my self conscious reminds me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

"What do you want?" I ask, since no one else seemed to be speaking. Amber's eyes dart to me quickly, and she gives me a look as if she's about to lunge across the counter and take me right then and there. Zayn nods as if to back up my statement, and Niall looks as if he's about to have a premature heart attack.

"I just wanted to talk to Niall, that's all," she says sweetly. Niall glances at her, and then at Zayn, who seems to be more lost than anyone seated at the counter. I try to think of something quickly. Of course I wasn't exactly happy that Amber had been with every guy that I had a particular interest in. But

I wasn't about to let Niall be derailed by Amber like Zayn and Harry were.

"Amber, you look really full," I say gesturing to her unbuttoned jeans, I knew I should not be the one, out of all people, to be judging someone on their weight, since I myself was previously overweight.

Her eyebrows knit together in anger and she bites her lip, staining her blindingly white tooth with pink lipstick.

"Take my advice, and never put lipstick on a pig," I say. When the words come out, I almost felt bad. But I also remembered that Amber had said the exact same thing to me, my first few weeks of senior year. I thought a little bit about that time in my life. At that point, I was so confused as to who I was, and what I was going to do. Harry was just simply a friend and I never imagined that him and I, would become.. well him and I.

I didn't even see a future with him. I was too scared to even think about how we would stop being friends. Like maybe it was all some kind of prank, or he was using me to make Amber see how low that he could stoop. But I didn't think I would end up impregnated by him. Or that I would be Queen Paris.

I also think about how weird fate works. Had I not skipped my first day of senior year, I probably would have never met Harry.

Had I decided to stay in Tennessee where I grew up my entire life, I would have never met Harry. Every little thing seemed to add up to make up the present time. I was grateful, but a little bit scared at how quickly things had escalated.

What would things be like a year from now? Would I still be with Harry? How would my daughter look? What if something happened during my pregnancy?

The thoughts made my mind whir and I tried desperately to calm myself down.

"I.. " Amber says, breaking me out of my confusing thoughts. I watch as she violently picks up her water bottle, the last bit of water inside bubbling up and then settling down.

She walks away, her high heels clacking, and her gigantic butt swishing from side to side. I tried to stop myself from laughing, but it didn't work at all.

And soon I was in tears. Zayn begins to laugh as well, and then Niall soon joins us.

"Thanks," Zayn says giving me a small smile before he picks up food for other tables. I was happy that I was now the superman of the day.