Harry's P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of laughter. Immediately knowing it was the boys, I got out of bed and walked to the living room where they were all seated. Even Niall.
"Morning." I groaned. Zayn chuckled. "Morning? Mate it's two o' clock." he said. I ran my hand through my hair, yawning. "Oh."
"What did you do last night?" Louis asked. I sat down next to him on the couch. "Went to the Foster the People concert, then drinks afterwards." I said. "I heard that was a good concert, how was it?" Zayn asked.
I shrugged. "Good. There was this moment when everyone held up lighters while they played a slow song. It was beautiful." I smiled.
"Who'd you go with?" Niall asked, while glaring at me. "Oh, um...Sta-" I was interupted.
"Haz, where are my clo-" Stacy walked into the room wearing nothing but a tee shirt of mine. I didnt even notice her when I woke up. I smiled at the sight of her, especially the sight of her in one of my shirts. "Oh hey guys." she waved at the boys, when she did, the shirt rose a little showing off a pair of my black Calvin Klein underwear.
I flagged her over, and when she walked up to me, I pulled her down on my lap. I kissed her cheek, making her giggle a little.
I ignored the confused glances the guys gave us and Niall's glare. Im with Stacy, nothing else matters.
Louis coughed awkwardly, causing us to stop. "Are you two...?" Liam asked. I looked to Stacy who looked back at me and we both shrugged. "We're just going slow at the moment." I explained as Stacy nodded along.
Niall snorted, getting up and disappearing. I glared at him before turning my attention back to Stacy. "Stacy Wacy..we're sorry we havent been..around." sadi Louis.
"Yeah, we feel very bad that we havent checked on you. You're just as much a friend than Niall is." Zayn said. Stace shook her head. "It's fine. Really. I understand why you havent been around, and Im okay with that." Stace said. She then turned to me. "I should be going. Where are my clothes?" she asked.
Louis and Zayn snickered, looking at me amused. Even Liam was kind of curious as to what I would say, which made me blush a bit. "They're uh by the door." I said quietly, but not quiet enough because the boys heard me and laughed loudly.
Stacy chuckled kissing my nose before getting up to leave and get her clothes. "Where you going?" Louis asked. Stacy slipped on her shorts and and shoes before putting her hair up in a ponytail and holding her shirt from last night in her hands. "Late lunch with the girls." she said.
"Which girls?" Zayn called.
"My girls." she screamed back before leaving my flat.
The boys all turned to me.
"What?" I asked.
"Are you mad? Why are you dating Stacy?" Liam snapped.
"Because we still like each other." I answered.
"Obviously, but did you see the look on Nialler's face when she came out from your bedroom? He was devastaded Haz." Louis said.
I scoffed. "I told Niall that I still want her, and that Im going to get her. And now I have her. You're only thinking of Niall in this, what about me?" I snapped, standing up. "If you're going to take his side in this, then I want you out of here." I pointed towards the door before going back to my bedroom.
Stacy's P.O.V
I huffed, realizing last night we took Harry's car back to his flat and my car was still at mine. "Just my fucking luck." I whispered to myselfwhile I walked down the steps and along the sidewalk.
I checked my phone for any new messages in the ten minutes I havent checked my phone. Nothing.
I guess we're still eating at Maccas then.
Yum, McDonalds, just what I need to hit the spot.
I crossed the street, almost getting run over, but whatever. I almost get run over every day. I saw Maccas coming up atthe next corner, practically skipping to go inside. Once I did, the smell filled my nostrils and I immediately felt nauseous.
Weird.
I ran into the bathroom, very aware of my the confused and alarmed glances I was getting from everyone, puking everything I had in the last tweny four hours up. I didnt notice anyone else in the bathroom until someone washolding my hair and patting my back.
When I was finished, I flushed the toilet, but stayed sat on the cold tiled floor. I faced my roommates, and Carah handed me a waater bottle before they all exchanged glances.
I downed the water, putting the bottle in the nearest trash before we all just left Maccas, deciding food isnt what I need to be near right now. We walked along in silence, that is, until Laura decided to speak up.
"Are you pregnant?" she asked. My eyes widened at her words. "What? No! Im on the pill." I explained. "And every time I have sex, I make sure to use a condom. I cant be pregnant."
"Well Stace, you've been puking a lot lately, gaining a little weight...not to mention you're extra horny." laughed Carah causing us all to laugh. I shook my head. "There's gotta be a different explaination. I cant be pregnant." I said.
We all came to a stop and I looked at the girls confused. Michaela pointed into a drug store, giving me a sympathetic look. "Well...there's only one way to find out." she said.
"ARE YOU MENTAL!" I screamed. I knew exactly what she wanted me to do. The three of them looked at me confused. I pulled them all aside, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Niall Horan's ex girlfriend, and Harry Styles' new fling buys a pregnancy test. That will be front page news on every magazine." I said.
They nodded understandingly before Carah shrugged. "Well it's either this or wait nine months and see what happens." she said sarcastically, but I smirked. "I'll wait the nine months." I said.
All three girls gave me a disapproving glare, and I sighed in defeat, throwing my hands in the air. "Fine!" I said, marching in the store, the girls in tow. I picked up a basket, walking trough aisles, just to waste time until we actually got to the aisle.
Once we did, I picked up one. But the girls insisted I pick upat least four more. "Three could say you're not preggers, when you actually are." Micheala reasoned. I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to fight, and doing what they said.
When we started to walk to the check out line, I laughed at a story Laura was telling us and bumped into someone, causing the basket with the tests to fall out my hands and all over the floor, and the box of...condoms? To fall out their's.
The girls and I quickly picked up the tests, placing them back in the basket before going to the check out line and quickly paying. We practially ran out the place and back to our flat, praying that the stranger did not see that I, Stacy Keeler, had bought pregnancy tests.
