Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

“YOU’RE WHAT?!” Al screamed at the top of her lungs

“Al please be quiet, my mum will hear you.” I said as a new wave of tears came on

“ I mean are you sure?” She said grabbing my hand.

“Al I have peed on five sticks I am pretty sure.” I sobbed into the tissue. Al got up and started pacing the bathroom.

“Crap, what the hell are you going to do, no what are we going to do. Jess I promise I won’t leave your side through this whole thing. How did it happen though?” She said finally sitting next to me and rapping her arm around my shoulder.

“Well, when harry and I were doing it I asked if he had protection and he said he did but he didn’t and he assumed I was on the pill which I am not, because my mum doesn’t want me on it because she thinks I don’t need it. HOLY SHIT! What is she going to say when she finds out.” I started Hyperventilating at the thought of telling my mother. Al rubbed he hand up and down my back and told me to calm down.

“Harry! Oh my god did you tell him.” She said suddenly turning towards me.

“No, I told him I was on the pill, it would ruin his career, and Louis. No I have figured out a plan, I will carry the baby to full term then either raise it or give it up for adoption and Harry will never know. Problem solved.” I said standing p but then sitting back down as I was very lighted headed from the crying.

“Oh Al, what are you going to do? You have to tell him, if you are talking about his career, can you imagine when the baby is older and wants to know who their father is. The tabloid would have a fucking heart attack. I can see it now, “Harry Styles Love Child” It would be everywhere on the news.” She said, I knew she was right I imagined it now and he would hate me even more than now for lying. His life would be ruined but I can’t tell him, not now, maybe later , in a couple of months but before  I started showing.

“I am going to tell him, but in a couple of months, but before I am showing, so I don’t freak him out too much. But first I need to tell my mum, and that will be the biggest hurtle. And I have to make sure she does not tell Harry’s mum, it would everything so much worse.” My hate was racing at just the thought of telling her.

I had to do it, because I needed her help and I couldn’t go through this without her it just depended whether she would kick me out of the house. It was so hard but I had to do it I had no other choice.

I got up and told Al to go and wait in my bedroom, then I headed down stairs. I saw my mum sitting on the kitchen bench reading a magazine which meant she was in a good mood. It was a good sign.

This was important I had to word it right.

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