Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 10: Positive?

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"Circles, we goin' in circles. Dizzy's all it makes us. We know where it takes us, we've been before."

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Chapter 10

Harry and I had been dating for a month when the end of October rolled around. I was happier than I can ever remember being in my entire life, and it was all because of him. When I woke up on our one month anniversary, I was undeniably happy. I’d just read the sweetest good morning text ever, and I was absolutely giddy. It was a Saturday, so we were going out clubbing that night to celebrate.

I walked to the bathroom with a towel to shower and pushed open the door. As I stepped inside, my eyes were drawn to the source of loud shuffling and cussing. The toilet flushed, and then Avery jumped off of the floor, hiding something behind her back. I shut the door slowly and locked it habitually, watching her with keen eyes.

“Avery?” I asked slowly. “What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly. I raised my eyebrows, covertly checking out the bathroom for some kind of clues. There was a weird smell in the air, almost like vomit, and clearly Avery was holding something. I swear to God, if she was bulimic… Then my eyes fell on the empty pregnancy test box in the garbage. I gasped.

“Avery! You can’t be serious!” She paled and then flushed in a matter of seconds, glancing down at the floor. Her lip came in between her teeth, and I rolled my eyes. I was instantly confused. She always told me when she thought she was pregnant. Why hadn’t she this time?

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice cracking. “I just…”

Her voice trailed off, and then she began to sob. I walked over to her and pulled her into my arms. We were identical in height and weight, but I’d always felt smaller than her. Something about her had always seemed larger than life. But now, as I held her shaking body, I was reminded how truly fragile she was.

We sunk onto the floor together, and I rocked her gently back and forth. She was always scared when she thought she was pregnant. That’s why they were called pregnancy scares. My sister always seemed so confident, but as she laid on the floor in my arms, I was reminded that she was as much of a child as I was.

After a minute, she sat up. I wasn’t about to press her for details like I usually did, but this time she willingly offered them.

“After I had sex with Austin I felt like I was on top of the world. I mean, how many people can say they’ve slept with someone so famous? And he was so sweet and nice… Nicer than most of them, anyways. But throughout the next week, I realized I was off a day on my birth control. And then, when my period was off, I thought maybe it was because I skipped a day. I thought it’d come the next day.

“But it didn’t. Or the day after. But I kept taking the pills. And then one day I woke up puking, and as I was sitting on the floor wondering what I’d eaten, all the pieces clicked together.”

“What pieces?” I asked quietly, taking her hand.

“The day I skipped was the day I had sex with Austin,” she said quietly, glancing at the floor.

“But that doesn’t mean anything,” I said automatically. It was my constant refrain, even though if we were here right now, it clearly did.

“Yes it does,” she said emphatically, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Because I told him I was on the pill, and he didn’t have a condom, so we just did it…”

She broke down again, and I held onto her tightly. I was terrified for my sister, terrified that she’d made such a terrible mistake. She was careless with her birth control often, but it didn’t necessarily mean anything until now. She’d always lucked out before. But, oh God…

What if she was pregnant?

I stroked her hair as she sobbed, hoping for her sake that no one walked in on us. I couldn’t imagine what they would think. But I also knew deep down that no one would. It had always been Avery and me against the world. Especially now.

When she sat up again, her face was red and blotchy. She rubbed her eyes, looking extremely angry with herself. That was foreign to me, because Avery never felt remorse. She always lived life to the fullest, never worrying about the consequences. But look where that had gotten her countless times, over and over again.

“I’m just so frustrated with myself. I thought… I thought he genuinely liked me.”

“Aves,” I began slowly, squeezing her hand. She yanked it away and shook her head, scowling.

“No, I know. The guys I’m with I’m only with for sex. It’s how it is. But he was so nice… I made it clear I’d sleep with him, but he kept saying how much he liked me, how he wanted to see me again… And now, it feels more important than ever, yet I know it won’t happen.”

“It can, Aves. Why don’t you call him?” I asked slowly. She shook her head again, slumping back against the wall. I watched her warily.

“I’m not that kind of girl. That’s you.”

“Thanks,” I said snappily. Even through all this she was still going to insult me.

“No, I mean that nicely. You’ve always known what to do to get what you want. You always have the best things happen to you, and that’s because you’re so sweet. God, I wish I was you,” she sobbed. I was shocked. Avery was jealous of me? Huh.

“Well thanks, I guess,” I murmured, slightly embarrassed. She shrugged.

“I guess I was just hoping that he liked me… I mean, he was so different, you know? Or I thought he was. I mean, I think you would understand if I told you that I liked him not because he was famous, but because he made me feel something foreign and different, yet completely wonderful.”

I nodded. Of course I understood. The feeling was similar with Harry. Harry…

“But now things are messed up,” she wailed, putting her face in her hands. I placed a hand on her shoulder. I wasn’t sure how to console her anymore.

“Avery…” I began. I had no idea how to ask this politely, but I had to know. The drama was either going to end here or only get deeper; but something told me we were in for the long haul.

She looked up at me with hooded eyes, eyes so filled with despair that I almost didn’t have to ask. But I did anyway.

“Avery, are you pregnant?” I asked quietly. Her gaze dropped to her lap, and she fidgeted with the rings on her fingers nervously. I put a hand on her arm to prompt her to answer me, and she slowly lifted her eyes to mine. Her entire face was so filled with fear that I just wanted to take it all away. Make her pain mine.

“Yes.”