Accidently In Love (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

          "Harry, leave," I whispered, trying to sit up. He just sat there, staring at the tv. I guess he didn't hear me. "HARRY LEAVE!" I screamed, even though it put a burning pain through my throat. He looked at me with a confused face. "But-" "No," I interrupted him, "You're treating me like your girlfriend. You're acting like you have feelings for me. That's not part of the deal," "But I-" "Harry!" I interrupted him again. "Ok, fine," He rolled his eyes and kissed me on the forehead, then got off the couch and walked out the door. 

          "Harry told me to come check on you?" Liam said, walking into my flat and sitting next to me on the couch. I just nodded. "You need anything?" I shook my head. "Are you okay?" I rolled my eyes, "Obviously not, I'm sick." "I'm not talking about that babe," Liam said, looking me straight in the eye, "I know something's been going on with you and Harry the past few months. You never act like a couple when you're around the other boys but you guys always dissapear and you seem to get upset when he even says one word about another girl. I'm not dumb. I know yall are-" "Friends with benefits," I interrupted. "I was gonna say secretly dating but okay..." He got off the couch and paced around the living room. "You can't do this Taylor. You're gonna get pregnant, or, or," He looked at me and both of our eyes widened. "Come on," he scooped me into his arms and carried me out of my flat and downstairs to the lobby. He practically ran out of the building and threw me into the passenger seat of his car. 

           We hopped out of the car when we got to the nearest gas station and he scooped me up again, then ran inside. "Okay you're a girl, you know which one to get," Liam put me down and pointed me towards the isles with the pregnancy tests on it. I hobbled over and grabbed a handful of all different types. I met Liam at the register and dumped the boxes onto the counter. "What the?" He looked at me like he was going to be sick too. "For accuracy," I shrugged as the lady threw the boxes into a bag and handed them to me. "Good luck," She nodded at me and Liam and smiled, so I smiled back. "Oh no," he shook his head, "We're not-" I laughed and pushed him towards the door. "Thanks!"

          "Well, what does it say?!" Liam was banging on the door the minute I got into the bathroom. "Wait!" I peed on all of the tests and set them in the counter, then washed my hands and opened the door. Liam was all sweaty and his eyes looked like a deer in headlights. "WELL," he shouted. "Hey, chill out Li, give it a minute," I said, rubbing his back to calm him down. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him, squeezing the crap out of me. "I just don't want you to get hurt babe."

          Me and Liam had grown really close over the past few months. He was like a big brother to me. I told him everything and he told me everything. Sometimes even when the boys went out he'd stay with me so I wasn't lonely. He cooked for me, he helped me out with stuff I couldn't do on my own. He took care of me. I guess that's why they call him 'daddy direction'.

          "I'm fine," I slipped out of his strong arms and walked back into the bathroom. I slowly picked up the first test. It said negative. "It says negative Liam!" He ran into the bathroom and hugged me. "Yes!!! Check the other ones love," he pointed at the five other tests with a disgusted look on his face. I picked them up one by one. "Negative, negtive, negative, negative," I froze when I picked up the fifth test. "What does it say Taylor?!" Liam tried to look at the test, but I threw it down into the sink before he could see it. "It said positive, Liam," I looked at him and both of our eyes started  filling with tears.