Accidently In Love (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

          "But the other ones say negative? It's only one so.." Liam was trying to comprehend whether I was pregnant or not and I was reading the back of the boxes trying to figure it out too. "I don't know, it doesn't say anything about only one being positive. But I guess we'll just have to wait and find out the natural way," I looked up at Liam. "See if you get fat in a few months?" he shrugged. "NO!" I playfully slapped him in the arm, "My period is due in a few days. We'll see if it comes or not!" His face got white and it looked like he was about to faint. "C'mon Liam, be a man." I threw away all the tests and walked to the living room, plopping down on the couch and turning on the tv.

          "Why aren't you as freaked out as I am?!" Liam said, following me into the living room. "Because I'm a girl," I laughed, "I won't be freaked out until I know for sure that I'm pregnant. Which I'm probably not." He just shook his head. "You want me to cook you something. You seem to be feeling better, and you must be starving." "Sure," I smiled and flipped through the channels on my tv as he got up and walked into the kitchen.

          "TAYLORRRRRRRRRRR," I awoke to Zayn, Louis, and Niall jumping on my bed screaming my name. "WHAAAATT?!" I screamed back as I sat up and pushed them all off. "We're going to an awards show tonight, and there's an after party, you coming?" "Sure, I don't know," I rubbed my eyes, getting all the crumbs out of my eyelashes, "Why did you guys wake me up this early in the morning to ask me that?" "I dunno," Niall shrugged. They all laughed and ran out of my room like three little boys. I rolled my eyes and got up. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for the day. But first I went to use the restroom and for once in my life I was glad to see blood in the toilet. After I washed my hands and my face I ran back into my room and grabbed my phone, immediately dialing Liam's number.

          "Hello?" he answered. "I got it! My period! I'm not pregnant!" I shouted into the phone, probably blowing his ear drums. "Haha, congrats babe! Did the boys tell you about the awards show?" "Yes, and I'm going. I just need to get ready. What time does it start?" I asked, walking into my closet and examining my many dresses. "Well, the show is at 6. But we need to be there 3 or 4 hours earlier for the red carpet." "Alright," I said, pulling a stunning, red, sparkly dress from a rack in my closet, "I'll meet you in your flat around lunchtime? We can eat together?" "Sounds great." He hung up the phone and I looked at the clock. It was around 9:30. Plently of time.

          I was done getting ready around 11:45. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I was proud of how amazing I looked, for once. I actually looked like a celebrity. I grabbed my matching red purse and threw my phone into it, then left my flat and walked down to Liam's.

          "Wow," Liam opened the door just seconds after I knocked on it. He pulled me into his flat and twirled me around. "You look beautiful!" "Shut up," I blushed. "So," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the kitchen, sitting down at his kitchen table, "Have you told Harry?" I shook my head. "Why should I? I'm not pregnant. He probably wouldn't care anyways." I looked around the kitchen at everything but Liam. "You care about him don't you. You want to be more than friends with benefits," he grabbed my face and made me look at him, "Don't lie to me Taylor." I pulled away. "So what are we eating for lunch?" I said, trying to change the subject. He rolled his eyes and got up, walking to the fridge. He pulled out a large container and opened it, then stuck it into the microwave. "Leftovers?" I asked, making a funny face. "Yeah, unless you got something better! You love lasagna I thought?" I stood up and walked into the kitchen, grabbing plates and silverware, setting the table. "Yeah, I do."

Harry's POV:

          We all met in the lobby before the awards show. Me and Louis were the first ones down there, then Zayn, then Niall, then Liam and Taylor. When I saw Taylor my eyes almost fell out of my head. I ran up to her and pulled her into a hug. "You look beautiful!" I let go of her and stared at the tight red dress she had on that was covered in sparkles. "You look like a princess!" I grabbed her hand and led her to the car but she let go of it as soon as we got in. "We're not a couple, remember," she whispered into my ear, then looked out the window. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the car ride.

          When we got to the red carpet I tried grabbing her hand again, but she just pushed me away and went to stand next to Niall. Interviewers were bombarding us with questions. This was the first time Taylor had gone to an awards show or any special event with us. I wanted to be able to tell them she was my girlfriend. Nothing would make me happier. But I guess she didn't want that.

Taylor's POV:

          "So, who's girlfriend are you?!" an interviewer shoved a microphone at me. "How long have you been living here? We've never seen you before," another one ran up to me and forced a microphone to my mouth. I grabbed onto Niall's arm and he pulled me away. "You don't have to answer anything you don't want to," he whispered, rubbing my side. I nodded. "Alright, come take pictures," a tall woman in a long black dress led the boys to a huge white tarp covered in logos. "You wanna take some pictures?" Niall asked. I shook my head. "Okay stay right here," he let go of me and followed the other boys. They took a few pictures and then Niall was right by my side again and we were headed inside.

          After the awards show, we went to the after party. I got to meet lots of celebrities and hang out with some really cool people. I even got a few numbers from some really hot guys. But I mostly stayed with Liam because he was the only one there that wasn't drinking, including me. We partied for about 3 hours, then decided that we needed to go home. Zayn was about to fall asleep, Louis and Niall were so drunk they were trying to swing on the chandeliers, and Harry was, well I don't know what Harry was doing. He was nowhere to be found. Once we woke Zayn up and calmed Niall and Louis down I went to find Harry so we could go home. When I couldn't find him I decided to call him. 

          "Hello?" he answered. "Where are you?!" "I had a friend take me home," I heard a girls voice giggle in the background.