Lucky ~Niall Horan Love Story~

Chapter Twenty-One~

I paced in the tiny bathroom of the pharmacy.

We had to wait five minutes, FIVE MINUTES to get the results.

Luna was leaning against a sink, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Calm down Sam, it's only been three minutes.." She said, as if everything was fine.

I looked at her in utter disbelief.

"Are you crazy? I may be pregnant and if I am, what am I going to tell Louis, Liam, Zayn-"

"Who's is it anyways?" Luna asked, interrupting my rant.

I blinked at her in confusion.

"What?" I asked, suddenly stopping in place.

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"You and Harry were alone long enough to be his, but you and Niall were extremely intimate before you ended the relationship, so who's is it?

I bit my lip, Niall was my only option.

The reason I was so scared was because I would have to tell him eventually.

"It's Niall.." I muttered softly, looking at the ground.

The night of our fight still played in my mind everyday.

It seemed to be the only good memory we had up until we landed.

Niall telling me he loved me, me curled up against his bare chest in the morning.

I felt so right, but then everything went so wrong...

"It's been five minutes."

As soon as she said five, I ran towards the tests we bought.

We had three, just in case and each on had read 'psotive'.

I set them down and I stared into the dirty mirror of the bathroom.

The mirror was a lot like me, it was once glorious and new and now it was covered with dirt and drama as new people kept looking at it.

I looked at Luna who seemed to be waiting anxiously.

"I'm pregnant!" I said, my voice a bit excited. I didn't know why, but I was excited.

I was more horrified, I was going to have to face Niall and tell him I was pregnant and it was his.

I also had to be like 'Hey I'm dating Harry, so this baby isn't changing much between us.'

I saw her eyes light up and she hugged me.

"You're pregnant!" She yelled, squealing.

I shook my head and pushed  her off.

"No, Luna,  this isn't good. I'm terrified. What am I going to tell Harry? My brother? Niall?" I said, whispering the last word.

She shrugged and put her hands on my stomach.

"The truth."

I bit my lip thinking about a tiny Irish thing growing inside me.

I didn't know what to think of it.

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I walked through the front door of the flat with Luna's hand on my back.

She was afraid I'd turn and run.

Harry wasn't in the living room and the T.V. wasn't on and that scared me.

We walked into the kitchen and there was Harry drinking some tea.

I smiled at him slightly, but my hands were shaking incredulously.

He glanced from me to Luna unsurely.

"Why do you two look guilty?" He said, his eyebrows raised.

It was hard to lie to him since he looked so sweet and innocent, but I knew him and he was nothing but a sweet innocent so I didn't have to worry... right?

Luna nudged me forward and she smiled sweetly at her big brother, making my stomach churn.

"I'll leave you two to talk. I think I'm going to Skype with Louis." She turned and skipped out of the kitchen, leaving Harry and I alone in the awkward silence.

"What's wrong Sam?" Harry said, motioning for me to take a seat next to him.

I grabbed a cup of tea and sat, staring at the cup like it would have the answer to my problems.

"Sam..?" He said, snapping me out of my worried trance.

I looked up at him and he smiled at me, causing me to flinch.

"Harry..." I began, but the words got stuck in my throat.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Sam, what's wrong?" You're really worrying me now..." He said, his eyes full of worry.

I loved Harry as a friend for that sole purpose and I liked him as a boyfriend for that reason, but right now, his worry only made me feel guiltier and more disgusting.

"What would you do if I was pregnant?" I asked, looking straight into his pale, emerald eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his hands over his chest.

He furrowed his eyebrows together in thought and bit his lip.

Wow, this really stumped him.

"Would it be mine or Niall's?" He asked, still concentrated.

I twiddled my thumbs.

"It would be Niall's.." I said softly.

He went back to thinking and looked at me.

"I'd be slightly disappointed, but I wouldn't love you any less. You're my girlfriend and I have to stick with you through thick and thin." He said, a smile spreading across his face.

I chewed on my bottom lip and looked up at the ceiling, trying hard to avoid his gaze, but he sensed something was wrong.

"That was a rhetorical question... right?' He said, worry instantly filling his voice.

I looked up at him and his eyes opened in shocked.

"No.. You're not... with Niall? No.." He kept saying more to himself than me.

I got up in a panic and Harry grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down.

"Are you sure?" He said, his eyes filled with confusion and hurt.

I nodded and he shook his head, his curls moving with the motion.

It killed me to see him like this.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I know this must-"

He grabbed my hands and kissed me softly, catching me off guard.

"No, don't say sorry. You can't control what happened, just tell me.. is this going to mean you leave me?" He asked, a serious look on his face.

I looked at him in shock.

Is he serious?

NO WAY WAS I GOING BACK WITH NIALL...

No matter how much my heart wanted me to.

"NO HARRY!" I said, shocked. "I really like you and I hope this doesn't change any-''

He cut me off with a breath taking kiss and he smiled at me.

"Then, I'm helping you with this baby."

I smiled at him and hugged his neck.

One down four more guys to go...

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