My Night With Harry Styles ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Two

"Have you spoken to him at all since?" Rochelle asked me, dropping some carrots into our shopping cart.

I shook my head absentmindedly.

2 1/2 months. I hadn't seen or spoken to Harry since we...well slept together that night from the club. Rochelle hadn't stopped talking about it. She and Louis and the other boys; Niall, Liam and Zayn, had all become close, I became close with the other boys also. But...Harry and I...never saw or spoke to each other.

"Gemma? Gemma!" Rochelle's voice pulled me out of my little moment.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking back over at her.

She looked worried.

"Are you alright...? You've been spacing out so much lately..."

I bit my lip. This was it. Time to tell her...

"Rochelle...I skipped my last 2 periods..." I whispered.

Rochelle's eyes widened.

"Oh shit...do you think you're..?!"

I covered my face with my hands, trying to breathe. I didn't want to think about it.

I cannot be pregnant! I thought wildly. Especially if Harry Styles was the dad!!

Rochelle grabbed my hand, and pulled me three aisles down to the "Health" aisle, where the razors, shampoo, toothpaste, and pregnancy tests were.

"Okay! Pick one!" she said, gesturing to the arry in front of us.

"I dont KNOW which one!" I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands.

Rochelle wrapped her arms around me, hugging me.

"Shh Gem. Shhhh. It's okay. We'll grab a couple, just to be sure, okay?"

I nodded, and she let me go, dumping 3 or 4 tests, dumping them into the cart.

"Come on sweetie. Let's go."

I followed her to the register to pay.

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"Do you want to check them or should I?" Rochelle asked, giving my hand a squeeze.

"You can." I mumbled, giving her hand a squeeze back.

She stood up and went into the bathroom. I heard her sigh, and the sound of something going into the trashcan.

A moment later, she came out.

"So...?" I asked, feeling nauseous.

Rochelle took a deep breath.

"You need to tell Harry he's gonna be a dad."

I looked at her in horror, a shriek escaping my mouth.

"No! Nonono I CANT be! You..you read it wrong! It..Harry..he..he didn't get me pregnant!!!" I felt really dizzy.

Rochelle took my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her.

"Gemma, be STILL. You HAVE to tell harry. All five of those tests said you were pregnant. Theres NO reading it wrong..."

I just stared at her, shaking. I...was pregnant...with HARRY FREAKING STYLES' BABY. And he probably forgot that we ever did it.