closer // harry styles

Chapter 82

Chapter 82

When we got to the doctor's office, we walked inside, and I got nervous. Now I really didn't want to be pregnant because if I was, I didn't want to risk Harry drinking again.

"Come with me." A nurse smiled, and motioned for me to come follow her.

"Should I stay out here?" Harry asked as soon as he stood up from the seat he was sitting in. I didn't want him to, I wanted him to come with me incase I wanted to hold his hand, or in case something went wrong.

"Sure." I spoke the opposite of my mind and his shoulders sunk as he sat back down.

"Have a seat." The nurse pointed to a cushioned chair, and I sat down as she shut the door behind her to the small room we were in.

"I'm just going to take some blood, and then we'll call you sometime in the next week or so to give you the news. Sound good?" She smiled, and I nodded. I lied though, it actually sounded horrific and terrible. The thought of needles made me want to vomit right here, blood makes my head hurt just thinking about it, and I wanted to get the results in less than a week. Preferably right after they take out something from my body that I need to survive with a syringe.

That's it I was going to barf.

Stop thinking about it, and maybe it won't happen.

Yeah, right.

The nurse, I think her name was Becky, tied an elastic string around my arm to stop blood flow or something. I looked away, and honestly didn't feel anything, but panicked anyway.

"Done." Becky smiled, and stepped away from me as she threw something in the trash. "We'll give you a call sometime this week. Just stay here for a few minutes, we don't want you fainting or anything."

Thanks for the reassurance.

"Can you bring Harry back please?" I asked.

"Is he your boyfriend?" She asked.

"Yes." Is he?

"He's a hunk." She winked and walked out of the room.

Hunk?

I leaned my head against the back rest of the chair I was in, and took a deep breath. I really did not want to be pregnant, and if I was, I didn't know what I was going to do, or what Harry would do.

"Excuse me, miss?" The nurse came back in and asked.

"Your boyfriend isn't here."

"What?" I gasped and sat up. I stood up, and the nurse rushed over and forced me back down.

"Where is he?" I demanded.

"I'm not sure, he might just be using the washroom or something."

"No, he would've told me or something." I shook my head.

"If he was going to the bathroom?" She looked confused.

"Yes." I nodded, and stood up and sprinted out of the room.

I ran outside, and his car was gone. Where the hell was he?

"Harry!" I yelled, and someone put a piece of cold metal to my temple. They wrapped an arm around my neck, so I couldn't move, and I realized there was a gun being held to my head.

"Come with me or I'll pull the trigger." A familiar voice demanded, and my heart rate accelerated. Now I actually wanted to doctors to come out and drag me back inside there because I was feeling especially light headed now.