I quickly phone the first person that comes to mind.
"Hello?" A familiar voice answers after three rings.
"Lexie! I need you." I cry into the phone.
"Awe babe! Whats the matter?" She asks genuinely concerned.
"I wanna tell you in person." I sob.
"Okay I'll be there in ten." She hand up the phone, and I sigh.
Wiping away the tears on my cheeks with my hand, I stare at the test.
How is this even possible?
Maybe it isn't.
Maybe there is some chemical floating around in my body right now that tricked the test!
I lay down on the bed, and bury my face in Harry's pillow.
As weird as it sounds this calms me down.
"Babe!" Lexie's voice rang through the house as she lets herself in.
"In here!" I call, not lifting my head from the pillow.
"So whats wrong?" She asked taking her heels off, and placing herself beside me on the bed.
I handed her the test with no words, and a gasp escaped her lips.
"How?" She asked just as confused as I.
I sat up, and sighed deeply.
"I don't know." I started crying again.
She rubbed soothing circles on my back, and shushed into my ear.
"Maybe its a fucked up test. I'll set a doctors appointment up, and we will see for ourselves. Yeah?" She smiled at me.
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan." I smiled back, already feeling a bit relieved.
"Well I need to get back to Ashton okay. I kind of stormed out of the house with no word. He's probably worried sick. I love you." She placed a loving kiss to my forehead, and moved the hair out from in front of my eyes.
"Thank you." I hugged her. She really is a great friend.
"Anytime babe. I'll text you after I make the appointment." I nodded, and closed the door behind her.
The bright side to all of this, at least we aren't one direction anymore.
That would make this even worse.
That is if I'm pregnant.
Which I'm probably not.
Oh fuck! I don't know.
I groaned, and checked the time.
About an hour before Harry gets home from Annes.
Guess I should get cooking.
I pulled the ingredients out to make the only food I know how to make.
Mac n cheese.
Don't judge me!
If I didn't have Harry, I would probably only survive on this stuff.
As I plated the food, the front door opened, and my curly haired lover appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"You cooked." He laughed making his way towards me.
I pecked his lips, and smiled.
"Don't get use to it." He chuckled, making my insides do flips.
He will always be the cutest thing on this planet to me.
"I love you." I said randomly.
"I love you too." I smiled and leaned against the counter.
"So can we eat now?" He asked with his plate already in hand.
I nodded and grabbed mine, following him to the table.
"So how was your day?" I asked after a few bites of my overly salted, cheesy pasta.
"It was good. I made a few bucks helping Robin today." I smiled.
"That's great honey." He nodded, and looked at me.
"How was your day?" I was tooken back to my break down earlier.
"It was great." I lied. "I got some house work done, took a nap. It was just pretty good." I plastered a fake smile on, hoping he would buy it.
He smiled a dimple popping grin making me feel better.
"Good." We finished the rest of our food, then I helped Harry clean the kitchen.
"I say a movie, and a snuggle would be nice." Harry suggested, kissing my lips softly.
"I would have to agree. But how about a nice bath first." I flirted.
Harry smirked, and pulled me into the bathroom.
After a nice soak, and some play time with my sweetheart. We laid down in bed, and turned a random movie on that played on the Telly.
"I love you." Harry kissed my forehead. I melted into his touch, and sighed.
"I love you too."
Soon the safety I felt, and the warm blankets nocked me out.
