The Decision || h.s.

Chapter 38: Stress

Chapter 38: Stress

*POV: Snow*

Telling Harry about the time when I told someone isn’t exactly a nice thing to remember. It was a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders, but I regret telling somebody.

I told Mr. Green.

I hadn’t meant for the confession to happen, but we were tutoring and he was asking me all of these questions and I got so frustrated and blurted it out. The surprise that was on his face was inevitable. I kind of panicked in that situation and ran away, not sure how to handle what was going on. Could you blame me though?

“Wow. What do you think he’ll do next time you see him?” Niall asks, obviously happy that I’ve told someone. It was an accident and I regret it, but I understand why Niall and Harry would be happy. They probably think that this could lead to something bigger and better, but I really hope that it doesn’t. I won’t allow it to.

“I don’t know. I try not to think about it. I hope we’ll just focus on our studies and then I can leave like normal,” I respond, running my fingers through my hair. I don’t want people to know. I don’t want people to see how pathetic I truly am. I don’t want people to think I’m some “try hard” that craves attention. I don’t want the attention that I’ll receive if word gets out. I’m a quiet person and I’d like very much for it to stay that way.

“Everything will be okay baby,” Harry tells me and I smile, sure as hell hoping that it would.

“Thanks. I uh, I’ve got to go. It’s exhausting having to take so many naps and I’m sure you guys are tired too,” I lie, well partially.

“We understand. I love you,” Harry says while Niall fake gags.

“Love you too Harry. I love you also Niall,” I say and he just smirks at me, feeling special.

“Love you too I guess,” he says and I laugh as we say goodbye, Niall and Harry arguing over who I love more. I press the end call button and hurry to my bedroom, finding clothes to put on. They have to be nice because I have an interview in an hour. So, I finish getting ready and head on down.

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“You’ll start next week,” the woman says and I thank her a million times. Finally, something that is going right in my life. She understands my condition and is still willing to let me work. Granted, I’ll be cleaning rooms as a living, but it’s a more high class hotel so it shouldn’t be as dirty or hard to clean. I’m just thankful that I have something to do and be able to take care of myself. I know that she probably gave me this out of pity, but at this moment I don’t care.

She gives me all of my instructions and I head home, finally willing myself to relax. I wait a bit until Alee comes home and I share my excitement with her. She had an interview at the exact same place as me, also getting the job. She probably got it more willingly considering that she isn’t in my situation.

“I wish that you weren’t pregnant so you could enjoy this by having a drink with me,” Alee calls from the kitchen area. She is pouring herself a glass and I have to admit that I miss the cold liquid burning down my throat. It’s not exactly a tasty thing, but it was nice to be tipsy nonetheless.

“Same honestly,” I laugh as she comes to sit down right next to me.

“You’re missing out. This is why you use protection Snow,” she scolds, laughing to me. I flinch a bit, but I can’t get mad at her cause she doesn’t know about the possibility that it might night be Harry’s. She doesn’t know about Zach. She doesn’t know anything and that causes a sudden guilt to overcome me. I need to tell her, but now is not the time.

“I know. I promise I will next time,” I joke along, holding my breath. Alee is truly a great friend to me, but I have a hard time telling people information about my personal life. It’s quite a burden if I’m being honest.

“You’re a good friend Snow. Thank you for offering for me to come back here with you. I don’t know where I would be right now if it wasn’t for you,” she tells me, giving me a hug and a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. I just laugh, pushing away my already tipsy friend. She’s a lightweight, like me.

“I’m going to go to bed now. Being pregnant sure takes a toll on you,” I tell her, disregarding what she told me. I’m not good with things like that and wording how I feel. She just laughs and bids me a goodnight as I go to my room. I get ready for bed and sort of just sit there and contemplate in my own thoughts for a while before sleep finally takes me.

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Waking up in the middle of a slumber is not an uncommon thing for me. It actually tend to happen more commonly now that I’m pregnant. Harry would normally get up with me and hold my hair back while I vomited or make me a sandwich, a weird twist in fate. Tonight though, it’s different. I don’t know how it’s different, but it is. My stomach is cramping in a way it hasn’t done in a long while, scaring me until I realize that it’s probably just kicking.

Out of excitement, I begin the walk to Alee’s room so I can wake her and tell her the news. The walk to her room is short and I open the door, almost calling her name when I stop. A familiar sensation of blood rushing out of me leaves me panicking for a different reason now. I look down and see my already red stained pants. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I look at my sleeping friend, “Alee?”

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A/N: this sucks but I’m rushing it cos I said I’d end this book before August and it’s coming up closer on me than I thought. Sorry.

Alex xx