baby love (h.s.)

prologue

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I glanced down at the pregnancy stick for the fifth time, hoping that this would be some sort of joke. That maybe the stick would be blue instead of pink. That maybe, just maybe, my life wouldn't be inches away from falling apart right now.

Still pink.

Fuck.

It was crazy how that stick had the power to change my entire life. That tiny, stupid, pink stick was the reason why my life was about to be fucked over. Well, it wasn't necessarily the stick's fault. In fact, I knew exactly whose fault it was.

Harry fucking Styles.

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Day three of being pregnant. I hadn't thrown up since that dreaded day when the stick told me my future. I also hadn't told anybody yet. Not my mum, not my friends, and definitely not the father. I couldn't even imagine how that conversation might go.

"Hey, Harry, yeah, remember me? The crazy bitch your friends tried to set you up with? Well, guess what? I'm pregnant."

I knew he would try to convince me that it wasn't his. Unfortunately, that was impossible. Harry was the first guy I had slept with in months. The first one to take me out of my rut--a rut that I was most likely going to be shoved right back into, now that I had another human being growing inside of me.

The thought of it was enough to make me feel sick. How had my mum done this when she was only sixteen? I was twenty-three and I had no idea what to do. Twenty-three was nowhere near as young as sixteen to be a mother, but it was still too soon. In fact, it completely contradicted the intricate life plan I had constructed for myself since high school.

Twenty-two: graduate from college. Twenty-three: land my dream job. Twenty-six: get married. Twenty-eight: get pregnant.

Twenty-eight! That was a whole five years away! Was it possible to delay this baby for another five years? It was a little alarming they hadn't created some sort of technology for that. I mean, it was 2019. Those guys really needed to step it up.

I couldn't be pregnant. Although the job I was currently working at was nowhere close to being my dream one, I had just landed it and the pay was decent. I could only imagine the looks on their faces when I walked in with a bump beneath my shirt.

That was another thing: I was going to get fat again. For skinny people, getting pregnant was a journey, a way to explore a body they had never experienced before. ("Oh my God! Cellulite! After all these years, I thought it was just a hoax!") Not me. It had taken me years to get to a place where I didn't actively hate every inch of my body when I looked in the mirror. I definitely wasn't perfect right now, but I was better than I had ever been. And now I was about to gain it all back. Because there was a human being growing inside of me.

I had to tell my mum. I knew she would understand more than anyone--but that was the problem. My mother was the product of strict Vietnamese immigrants who would rather have their daughter comatose than pregnant at sixteen. At least I knew that she wouldn't abandon me like her parents had, but the thing was, my whole life I had worked my ass off to make sure I wouldn't end up in a situation like my mother. While my mum was Asian Lorelai Gilmore, I was the Asian Jane Villanueva. And when I did lose my virginity, two years into college, I made sure to always use protection and that birth control was my best friend.

This was pretty much the universe's way of saying fuck your plan, Grace, middle finger and all. The universe didn't care that I was young, single, and following my life plan. In fact, the universe didn't give a shit. Because now I was pregnant with the last man anyone could ever picture as a father: Harry Styles.

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hiiii. i'm not sure if anyone remembers me or cares enough to read this, but i'm back with a new story. i'm going to try and actually finish this one this time. a few disclaimers: i'm not trying to fat-shame in any way. grace has a complicated relationship w her body, similar to mine, so i'm sorry if i've offended anyone. also if you read my other story, i don't know when i'm going to update habits of my heart. i just haven't had any inspiration for it in a while, and i'm v sorry!!

that being said, i am very excited for this story. i've been dreaming about it for so long and now i'm finally sharing it. i'm also going to post the first chapter bc i don't feel like this is enough, especially after i've been gone for so long. see u soon!! x