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"At least give me your number so we can stay in touch," Harry asked, already fishing the newest iPhone out of his back pocket. After the show, he had changed out of his custom Gucci suit and into a pair of black sweatpants and a baggy white tee. He also had a pair of tortoiseshell glasses resting on top of his head, pulling his brown curls out of his face.

I sighed, knowing that if I were to comply, it would be hard to hide it from Heather. But then I thought back to how close we used to be, so I did it anyway. Hanging out with an old friend can't hurt. I carefully typed my number into his contacts, double-checking that I made no mistakes before handing his phone (encased by a soft matte pink cover) back to him. I met his gaze and we both smiled warmly at each other.

"Right, out, or else I'll tell your friend," Clyde said, still stood with his back pressed against the door and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Excuse me, don't blackmail her," Harry replied to him as he followed me to the hallway outside his room.

"I swear to God, Heather, I'm not pregnant!" I shouted angrily and paced around my bathroom. The two hour drive back to Brighton seemed longer than it took us to actually get to London, and we were both extremely tired when we finally arrived at my flat. In conclusion, we were both cranky and just wanted to get to sleep already. Having to stop by a local gas station to buy pregnancy tests at this time of day wasn't ideal, and the poor person working the nightshift definitely had some questions. I mean, who goes out to buy a pregnancy test at two in the morning?

"Take the goddamn test and prove it to me then!" Heather replied, shoving a white and blue stick into my hands. "Why else would you have to pee before and after the concert? See, if there's a little baby pushing your insides about..."

"For Christ's sake!" I shouted, interrupting her before she could say anymore. I snatched the pregnancy test from her hands and slammed the bathroom door shut in her face.

I go to see Harry after his show and this is what I get for having to keep it a secret?

We had to wait three minutes before the pregnancy test would show the result. During that time, we sat down on the sofa in my living room with our phone screens being our only source of light, seeing as it was pitch black outside.

"What are you doing?" I asked her after a moment of silence, seeing as she was frowning at her phone intensely.

"Looking up baby names." She answered.

"Oh my god," I whined and tilted my head back so that it rested on the back of my couch. I waited impatiently for the three minutes to be over, and then speed walked to the bathroom, leaving Heather in the living room.

Not pregnant.

"See! Told you so," I said, shoving the test in Heather's face on my way back to the couch. She grimaced and pushed it away.

"Ew, you peed on that!" She protested.

"Right, now that that's sorted, pack your bags so we can leave." I told her, already grabbing my car keys. Heather stood up but stayed standing in front of me, hesitantly shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"Um, actually I was thinking I could sleep over tonight?" She asked, her hazel eyes looking hopeful. She ran a hand through her hair nervously, the rings she had on her fingers still somehow glimmering in this dark lighting.

Okay, something definitely happened between her and Alfie.

I tried reading her facial expression to figure out whether she was joking or not, but in the end I just shrugged it off and put my car keys back down. "Whatever, I'm too tired to deal with this. Good night," And with that, I headed down to my bedroom whilst she got cozy with a couple of pillows and blankets on my couch.

But that night I couldn't sleep at all, and so when I turned over to see my phone screen lit up because of I notification, I couldn't stop myself from looking at it.

Harry: get home alright?

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Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than usual, I was struggling to come up with some ideas. I'm also going on a road trip soon so updates might take a while

Mel xx

Mel xx

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