MR STYLES (one direction fanfiction)

Pregnant or not?!

no proofread!!

Chapter 32

“Follow me please.”, she smiled at us walking towards a treatment room. We entered it and she motioned us to sit down.

“The doctor will be here any minute.”, she informed us and rubbed my arm reassuringly before she walked out of the room.

“Ugh.”, I sighed crossing my legs. I´m really not sure how I´d react when I´m pregnant, I really don´t know and I didn´t want to be a mother at the age of 18 that´s not what I wanted, definitely not.

“Si.”, Harry cooed placing his hand on my thigh to stop it from wiggling.

“I´m just so nervous Harry.”, I sighed again my heart beating rapidly.

“Me too.”, he whispered kissing my forehead.

“Do you want a baby? I mean now?”, I asked him.

“I think a baby is always the best thing which can happen to you. It´s like a wonder and I´d love to have a baby. I want to be a daddy, I always thought that when it happens it happens, it doesn´t matter when. If I´d be twenty-two or forty-seven a baby is the most beautiful and the best present a woman can make a man.”, he explained and I felt a tear escaping my eye.

“Aaw Si.”, he smiled wiping my tear away.

“Sorry it´s just.... I love you.”, I stuttered. Harry tugged a few strands of hair behind my ear before he placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“I love you too.”, he whispered into the kiss. After we pulled away Harry kissed my forehead and the door swung open.

“Miss Evans, Harry.”, Dr. Martin greeted us. Who is he? Why does he greet Harry by his first name? I looked over to Harry who was frowning giving Dr. Martin an evil glare. What?

“First I´m sorry for the long wait, but you may have seen that we´re really busy today.”, he began sitting down in his big office chair opposite us.

“You can calm down you´re not pregnant.”, he smiled at us and I took a deep breath feeling relieved.

“For God´s sake yes.”, I sighed.

“I´ll give you the prescription and you can go home. You just need to rest.”, he smiled getting up. I nodded shaking his hand.

“Thank you.”

“Miss Peters will hand you the prescription for your medicine. Get well soon.”, he smiled. “Good bye Miss Evans, Harry.”, he looked at him his face held no expression, before he led us out of the treatment room.

“I´m not pregnant.”, I repeated looking up to Harry, but his eyebrows were furrowed together and he looked really angry and kinda sad.

“Harry?”, I asked worried.

“Huh?”, he asked shaking his head focusing on me.

“What´s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, he replied sternly.

“It´s just-”

“Don´t.”, he cut me off his voice harsh and cold.

“Harry what´s wrong with you, did I do something?”, I asked worried.

“For fucks sake Sissy it´s not always about you!”, he said more harsh. I flinched and he grabbed my arm.

“Harry you´re hurting me.”, I winced, but he didn´t loosen his grip.