Mr.Styles the teacher. (Harry styles)--being edited--

Chapter 5.News

Once we were in her flat that was only with her and her mother I go to the bathroom and bring the tests. I take two tests and then I wash off my hands and I wait. I pace around the bathroom waiting. The instructions said to wait around 2 or 3 minutes before results. I keep track of time and wait as I play a phone game feeling like it has been hours. After three minutes is up I check the first one. I pick it up and close my eyes taking a deep breath. "Please no plus." I whisper to myself as I slowly open my eyes seeing the terrible plus no teenager really wants to see.

Okay, that can be messed up. Let's check the second one out. I pick the second one up and I do the same thing. I close my eyes tight and take a deep breath. Once again there is the same plus sign on the test indicating it is positive. Shit! I fall to my knees as I start to cry. I don't realize how loud I am crying but they're is a knock on the bathroom door followed by a voice.

"Emma." Sam says knocking on the door still. "Are you okay?" She asks and I cry on the floor not answering her. "Emma are you okay?" She shouts through the door. "Let me in." She demands as I do as she says. I get on my knees crawling to the door opening it for her. I fall back down with tears still spilling out of my eyes. "Emma, what's wrong? Were they p-positive?" She asks.

"Y-yeah." I stutter through my tears that rapidly spill out of my eyes.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and tries to calm me down. "It will be okay, I promise we can tell Mr.Styles and then your family or family first?" She asks as I cry on her shoulder.

"I have to tell my dad. Then my mom even though I barely talk to her." I say and get up. I wipe my eyes with my sleeves as the tears drenches my sleeve.

"I have to tell my brother first. He is the most understanding." I say as she nods. I pick the tests up and I put them in my purse just to use them in case someone wanted to see them or I had to prove to them. "Please take me home?" I ask her.

"Of course." She nods helping me out and back to her car. She gets in and drives me home. "So you're gonna be a mummy." She says trying to cheer me up but she obviously doesn't understand how to cheer me up.

"Yeah, not to happy about it." I comment as I look at my now flat stomach.

"Come on, I know you're younger but you'll have an adorable baby." She smiles a little.

"I can't handle a baby, nor can my dad and my brother is expecting a baby too. My mum has her other kids to worry about." I sigh and look out the car window. I look at the street and the park we pass by.

"Well tell mr.styles. He is the one who got you pregnant and now you're the one who has to take care of another life. At least make him help with you." She says as she pulls into my drive way. She parks her car.

"I can't do that. He never done it on purpose." I say and unbuckle grabbing my purse. I give her a hug. "Well thanks. Bye." I say as she gives me a hug.

"Bye, see ya maybe in two days for school." She says as I nod. I walk into my house and I run upstairs to the spare room Stacy and my brother were staying in until they got their house.

I take a deep breath as I rest my hand on the door knob. I twist the knob as I open the door. I have to tell my brother Justin about the baby. He is the one I trust too much. As I peek in I look at them all romantically cuddled into each other happily watching a movie.

"Justin? Can I talk to you?" I ask him as I walk in.

He turns to look look at me furrowing his eyebrows seeing my nervousness. "Yes Em?" He asks me.

"Well I need to talk I private to you?" I ask as I look at Stacy still in his arms. She nods finally catching on. She jumps up and walks out after giving justin a kiss.