Baby Styles {1D • h.s. *Harry Edward Styles* Fan Fiction}

ⓞⓝⓔ ✘ What?!

"Hey!" My best friend, Emma, screamed coming into my house, making me jump.
She came by to bring me my charger that I left at her house.
"I'm gonna put this in your room. I'll plug it in, it'll be like you never left it."
I laughed. "Thanks, Em."
"No problem. Feel better! Love you, girl."
She left, closing the door quietly behind her.

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I awoke to someone knocking on my front door. I checked my phone, and it was five p.m.
I guess I had fell asleep after Emma left. I got myself up, and right when I got up, I felt it again. When Em told me to feel better, it was because I had told her about my "sickness."
I've been throwing up lately, and I don't know why. I quickly opened my front door, not even bothering to see who it was, yelled, "Come in," and ran to the bathroom, covering my mouth.
I ran inside the bathroom, and emptied my breakfast into my toilet, feeling my stomach, wondering if there was anything left in me.
I flushed, and went to the sink to rinse my mouth off, and brush my teeth. I took a mint from my mirror, chewing and swallowing, then taking some mouth wash.
I turned around to see Jackson standing in the doorway, looking concerned.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Do I seem okay?" I sassed. I caught myself and turned to look at him. "I'm sorry... I've been really moody as well as sick."
"It's alright, sweetheart." He walked closer, then wrapped a strand of hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead. "For how long?"
"On and off for about four months. It's really very annoying."
"Four months?! That's quite a long time to be sick, are you sure you're oka-" He stopped mid-sentence.
He looked at me different now, like he was scared. I was worried.
"What? What is it?" I asked him.
"F-four months? Are you sure?"
I nodded. "So what? What's the problem?" He stayed silent for a minute. "I'm going to the doctor's to find out why, to find out what's wrong with me," I said when he didn't reply. All of a sudden, he sounded hurt.
"It's like you don't even remember..."
"Remember what, Jackson?"
"...So you don't remember."
"J, talk to me. What is it that I don't remember?"
"...Four months ago yesterday was the night we first had sex."
I widened my eyes. "We never had sex! What are you talking about?"
"Two weeks after we started to go out, we did have sex, Ali. And now, I think you're... I think you're pregnant, Alison," he said slowly, putting his head down, ashamed. I was a little shocked at his accusation, but I didn't think anything of it. There was only one person I've ever had sex with, just once, and it wasn't Jackson. It was with a guy about a month before I started to go out with J.
It was Harry.
Harry Styles.