Forever And Always - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter Twenty Four

Your POV

I wake up once again, running to the toilet bowl. For the past week I've vomited every morning and I'm starting to think I need to see a doctor. I know Harry's starting to get worried about me, he's been amazing, looking after me everyday. This morning Harry had to go out to do a few things at the old flat and I had invited Niall over for the morning. As I walk out of the huge ensuite, I hear my phone vibrate against the bedside table.

'2 New Messages' I read on the screen. I open up to see a message from Harry and another from Niall.

"Hey baby, hope you're feeling better this morning. Didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful. Should be home around 1, ok? Love you lots -Fiancé ;) xx" I love how that sounds, fiancé. We've been engaged for over a week and it still hasn't sunken in, I truly am the luckiest girl in the world to have Harry. I open Niall's message, hoping he'll be here soon.

"Hey (Y/N), I'm ten minutes away. Do you need me to get you anything on the way? Haz said you weren't feeling too good. See you soon Hun xxx Ni"

"No, all good. I just want you to come over. Haha see you soon x" I reply. As soon as I press the send button I hear a knock on the front door. I walk to the front door to see Niall smiling brightly.

"Hey (Y/N)! How are you feeling?" Niall asks, enveloping me in a bear hug.

"I've been better" I laugh, breaking away from the hug. As soon as I close the door and start to walk down the hall, I feel the urge to vomit again. I grasp my hand over my mouth, running quickly to the bathroom. Niall follows closely behind, and rubs my back as i empty the contents in my stomach.

"I'm so sorry(Y/N), I wish I could do something for you." he says soothingly, still rubbing circles lightly on my lower back.

"Thanks Ni. I'll be fine, just a bug or something." I say, heading over to the basin, to wash my mouth.

"(Y/N)?" Niall asks softly. Almost sounding like he's scared to ask me something.

"Yes?" I say hesitantly.

"I know this is weird coming from me, but when was your last period?" he asks, his cheeks turning a bright crimson.

"Could you be pregnant?" he continues. It suddenly comes to me. Harry and I had sex a few nights before he proposed and we didn't use protection. Oh my god! I cannot be pregnant though, we're not even married yet. What's Harry going to think? I frantically run to my phone, checking the calendar. 35 days! 35 days since my last period.

"Shit!" I say under my breath, but clearly it was loud enough for Niall to hear. I start to feel tears roll down my cheeks, this isn't fair, I only just got engaged. Niall's arms wrap around me in a comforting hug, whispering calming words in my ear.

"(Y/N) it's going to be okay. Harry loves you and if you're pregnant or not he's still going to. You're an amazing girl, (Y/N), please don't cry." he says, rubbing his hands against my forearm.

"I'll go and grab you a test alright Hun? Stay here while I go. But please don't cry, everything is going to be okay." he says, his hand on my chin, pushing it up so I can look into his eyes.

"Thanks Ni. You're amazing!" I say, with a subtle smile. I'm so thankful to have Niall, I'm just so glad mine and Harry's relationship didn't affect the friendship between us. Niall quickly grabs his keys from the hall table and shortly after I see his car speed down the street. Holy crap! What the hell am I going to do? How am i going to tell Harry if I am pregnant? How's he going to react? Does he even want kids? Don't worry (Y/N)! It's fine, you don't even know if you're pregnant or not yet! As all these thoughts run through my mind I hear Niall rush through the door.

"I have all the different tests they had!" Niall shouts through the house, running to me to hand over the overfilled plastic bag. I take the bag from his hands and walk to the bathroom, this time with a huge weight on my shoulders. In the bag were 9 tests, all saying it would take 4 minutes for results. After I'm finished, I put the caps on the tests and lay them down on the bench top. I open the bathroom door and Niall walks in, giving me a huge hug.

"It's going to be ok!" he comforts me. I peek over his shoulder trying to see if the tests are ready.

"Oh my gosh! Hurry up! These are the worst 4 freaking minutes of my life!" I yell angrily, still in Niall's arms, looking at the tests. After a grueling 4 minutes I hear the alarm on my iPhone finally go off and my breath gets caught in my throat. This is it! Either I'm about to be a Mum or not. I look over at Niall and then look down to the tests, lying on the bench.

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