Stay High (Harry Styles Fanfic, possibly british 2)

The tale of a pregnant womans bladder.

•Lana's Pov•

I woke up with a throbbing pain in my back and a pounding in my head.

Uh oh, here it comes.

I shot up and sprinted to the toilet, morning sickness is up and kickin' and boy does it suck.
I spent the next few moments contemplating life, why am I pregnant at the age of 20. I didn't ask for this, maybe I should just get an abortion and tell the girls it was a false alarm all along; come up with some sh-t story of how I made it up.

"Are you okay." Ella knocked on the door with puffy squinted eyes

"Yeah just morning sickness." there's no backing out now, I'm preggers 100%

"Have you made up your mind yet on wether or not you want us to tag along?"

"Uh actually if you wouldn't mind staying behind a while that would be cool, I'll text you if I need anything. go back to bed." I offered her a weak smile as she turned on her heel

I gathered my swollen self off the floor and cleaned up my pukie mess. I can't believe I haven't gagged just looking at this.

I turned on the water to wash my face. I caught myself staring at the water swirling down the sink.

What am I going to say to Zayn. I mean we're still dating and we should be close as ever but he's been on holiday for a week or so. he got scared when I FaceTimed him and told him I was flying over to talk. honestly I scared myself too, I actually peed a little.

Speaking of pee, my bladder is on the verge of exploding and this running water is only making it worse.

I shut off the water and ripped my pants off.
Ahh sweet relief.
My phone buzzed on the countertop and I reached to answer it, but the toilet is oh so far from the counter. my sweet baby smashed on the floor and glass went flying.

"Noooooo!!!!" I flipped off the toilet to retrieve my bae, I didn't even bother pulling up my pants

"What the funk Lana!" Ella swung open the door, regretting it immediately. "where. are. your. pants. that may have been okay 6 years ago but I do not wanna see any baby mamas booty right now." she stopped down and helped my up off the floor

I stroked the only sliver left of my phone screen and whispered sweet things in its ear. As i caressed my phone the screen tried to light up. I could barely make out the text Zayn sent.

'At 11, you there' is all I could read, but I assume it says something like screw you why did you get pregnant, blAh blah meet me at Nando's.

I pulled up my undies and smeared some makeup on my face. my hair can stay the way it effing is.

I quietly snuck out of the hotel room and down to the street to get a taxi.

When I arrived at Nando's I saw Zayns car in the parking lot. Fear and adrenalin spazzed throughout my swollen body and I leaned out of the car to puke.

A family with 3 small children walked by and they screamed, I gave them a thumbs up to encourage them in their move along.

I wiped my mouth and scurried inside.

Wait HOT FLASH...... okay go

I continued to walk until I reached the table Zayn was at.

"Hey gorgeous." Zayn smirked and leaned to kiss me, I jerked away to save him from the putrid taste of spoiled food.
"What was that about, you haven't seen me in almost a month and you won't kiss me? what is going on love?" his eyebrows furrowed as he sat down

"Nothing, I just puked a minute ago and I don't want you to taste it." oh god that sounded SO GROSS

He gave me an uncomfortable diarrhea smile as I scooted into the booth.

We stayed silent until we were done eating, I have never wanted to die more.

"Okay listen the reason I came all the way over here is because I have something kind of swollen, I-I mean big to tell you."

"No wait I have something even bigger, I mean more swollen, to ask you." did he just say swollen?

He inched his way out of the booth and got down on one knee. NO THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING I WILL SH-T ON THE RING, STAND BACK UP OR YOUR GONNA BE A DEAD SON OF A B-TCH.

"Lana Marie Newell, will you marry me." oh god