This Feels Like Falling in Love

Chapter Twelve

"Wanna come play xbox with us?" Niall asked excitedly, knocking on my door.

"It's so early!" I said groggily, making my way towards the door. I threw on an old college sweatshirt over my pajama shirt, not even caring about how my face or hair looked. The boys were practically my brothers I didn't need to go to play xbox with the London look. Niall skipped over to Liam's room then excitedly pounded on his door.

"Open the door ya poo!" He yelled in his adorable Irish accent. 

"I'm coming! Calm down!" Liam finally opened the door, wearing his usual pair of gray basketball shorts and a maroon t shirt. "Glad you both came!" He gave Niall a quick pat on the back, then gave me a hug. "You look really pretty," he whispered into my ear. From any other guy, I would've thought twice about their reasons for saying that, but it was Liam, and he means everything in the best way possible. 

"Hey guys!" Harry and Louis yelled cheerfully. Zayn had flown back to Bradford the day after our last LA concert for our little week long break. I took a seat inbetween Harry and Niall.

"What do you guys want for breakfast?" Liam asked, flipping through the menu in our room, then tossing it to us on the floor. 

"Erm, I'll have ham and cheddar omlette," Harry said slowly... or at a normal pace, for Harry. Liam repeated his order to the kitchen on the other side of the phone line.

"Short stacks!" Louis yelled, not even glancing at the menu. Then it came down to Niall and I.

"Um... let's see... Can I get one waffle, one pancake, with sausage, pickles, and eggs benedict on the side?" The boys all stared at me.

"Okay..." Liam said slowly. He started to copy what I said to the person taking our orders.

"Ha ha! She eats more than me I think!" Niall exclaimed. The boys all burst into laughter, except Harry, too absorbed in his xbox game. "Tay you've got an impressive stomach there!" I don't really know why, but all the boys laughing and cracking jokes really really upset me, and I wasn't even trying to, but my eyes started to water.

"I-I-We didn't mean it that way!" Liam tried to console me as I ran into the bathroom and shut the door. 

"You know what?! FINE! YOU CAN JUST KEEP THE FUCKING FOOD!" I yelled.

"No one ever wanted to take it from you, hun..." Liam said soothingly.

"Whatever!" I sat on the bathroom floor for a while longer before I heard a knock on the door. "What do you want?" 

"It's me... Harry... Can I come in?" I thought about it for a while, then remembered he didn't laugh at me.

"Fine, because you didn't make fun of me." I opened the door cautiosly. Harry put his hands up, like a criminal who'd just been arrested. He squeezed in through the small crack in the door and joined me on the floor.

"What's wrong?" He asked tenderly.

"I--I don't know. I really don't. This wouldn't normally bother me..."

"It's okay." He rubbed my shoulders and smiled at me. "What do you say? We go back out there? The boys all owe you an apology."

"Su--" I was cut off by all the contents of my stomach quickly racing up my throat and back out my mouth. I wiped my mouth, disgusted by the bitter taste. I turned to face Harry, who was holding my hair, and sheepishly smiled. 

"Here." He handed me a piece of gum and sat with me a while longer. "But, you haven't even had your disgusting food yet!" He joked. I looked at him, his green eyes suddenly filled with worry. "Taylor?"

"Yes?"

"When was your last period?" I stared at him weirdly, what was he thinking asking these personal questions?! "Sorry, I'm not trying to be nosy, it's just this reminds me a lot of when my friends mom was well, pregnant."

"Um... I think it was like last month? Oh shit. Bu--But you have to have sex to be pregnan--" I stopped dead in my tracks. Could it possibly be?