This Feels Like Falling in Love

Chapter Thirteen

I stared at Harry, my mouth agape.

"Harry what am I going to do?!? I can't handle a child--not yet! I'm only 17!" I muttered random cuss words several times under my breath. What was I supposed to do? I mean I didn't completely believe in abortion, and I mean I think I'd have to tell Zayn--Zayn! He was in Bradford for the week! I basically had no contact with him as we were in different time zones and long international calls were a little bit ridiculously price, even for the world's biggest boy band. Also, I wanted to give him some time to hang out with his family, I see him more than they do.

"Okay. Remain calm. Remember, this is just a guess--a hypothesis, I'm not a doctor, so my diagnosis might not be correct, but I say we go and get some confirmation." 

"Okay. But how? I don't think I can book a doctor's appointment without the other boys knowing!" 

"Umm... I've got an idea!" Harry grinned cheekily.

Fifteen minutes later, we were standing in my room, looking barely anything like ourselves. Harry had slicked his hair back with tons of hair gel, turning it a dark brown color.

"Who are you, Scott Discick?" I joked. He had a plain white tee and basketball shorts on. Hopefully the fangirls wouldn't recognize him. And for me... I put on a load of makeup and sunglasses, and wore a pair of old denim shorts and that blue blouse that Eleanor thought looked like belonged to a twelve year old. In retrospect, it did look a bit juvenille, but it came in handy when I was trying to look different. Alright, let's go! I linked my arm in Harry's and we snuck past security and walked right out the vip exit. After a while, when no one saw us, we decided to take off our sunglasses. Then, I heard it.

"OH MY GOD ITS HARRY STYLES!" I heard a high pitched voice scream. I turned around cautiously, seeing the one girl surrounded by more girls, one at a time. They charged forward at us.

"Run!!" Harry yelled, hoping to be heard over the mob of girls. We ran probably for a good 5 minutes, damn those fangirls are fast, then reached a Mercedes SUV. "Get under the car, now!" He said hurrily, before the fangirls started to turn the corner. I rolled under the car and stayed there with him, silently giggling as we heard the girls running past us. 

After we were sure the last teenager had either left or passed us, we headed into the CVS, packing up every pregnancy test we could find into a large cart. We used the self checkout, grabbed our three bags then sprinted back to the hotel, hopping over the wall in the back to get in. Wasting no time, we ran to the elevator and up into my hotel room, and dumped all the tests on the bathroom floor. 

Harry waited patiently, trying to get the gel out of his hair, as I used every test. After keeping ourselves busy for a good 30 minutes we finally went over to the tests, turning them over one by one.

"Plus, plus, plus, plus, plus, smiley, yes, green, smiley, plus, plus..." I mumbled, knowing the answer was probably bad. I held my head in my hands and started to sob. This couldn't be happening! I couldn't possibly be pregnant! I'd barely gone to first base before coming on this trip--and now I was pregnant?! I didn't know what to do but just cry into Harry's shoulder. He held my head and stroked my hair as I did so. 

I couldn't help but think of all the teenage girls that would kill to be in my position, but somehow that made me feel worse, almost because I didn't appreciate it.