harry styles | my health teacher

22. p o s i t i v e

2 weeks later...

i run to the bathroom and crouch down next to the toilet.

"peyton?? are you ok?" maddie asks from the other side of the door."

"i'm fine." i say angrily than vomit.

i lean back against the wall trying to think about what i ate. then i realize.....

it's not what i ate. it's what i did 2 weeks ago. harry and i fucked.

i immediately run out of the bathroom pushing past maddie.

"peyton??"

i run to my dresser and pull out my pills. i dump them all out and start counting them.

there should be 15 pills.

i count them and there is 18.

i skipped 3 days. i skipped the day before that night of the concert, the day of, and the day after.

i fall to the ground and tears threaten to fall down my face.

maddie runs over and crouches down beside me, "what is it?" she asks.

"i skipped the pill 3 days in a row. how could i do that?" i say letting the tears fall.

"when?" she asks

"the day before, day of, and day after the night of the concert. how could i do that?"

"well you can't blame yourself, you we're studying a lot those days, it probably just slipped your mind. it really shouldn't matter anyway, why are you freaking out?" she asks and my tears start coming faster, "unless...."

"i think i'm pregnant." i say clearing up her confusion.

"you and colin?"

"can you get me a test?" i ask not answering her question.

while she's gone, all i can think about is the worst possible situation. im pregnant with harry's child.

when she gets back, i take it and head to the bathroom.

"i'm right here ok?" maddie says standing outside the bathroom door.

after i'm done, i set a timer on my phone, waiting to check if it's positive or negative.

"everything ok in there?" maddie asks

"just waiting for the results." i say.

3 minutes later the timer goes off. i get extremely anxious and i start to panic.

i grab the test with my eyes shut and count to 3.

1...2...3

i open my eyes and view the positive sign on the test clear as day.

maddies pov

i hear peyton scream from inside the bathroom, then start crying. i try to open the door, but it's locked.

"let me in." i say as calmly as possible from outside the bathroom.

i hear a click and then i open the door. i see her leaning against the bathtub, curled into a ball. her eyes are red and puffy and i see the rest lying in front of her.

she closes her eyes and continues to cry. i run over to her and try to comfort her.

"it's fine peyton, we can deal with it, there are options." i say trying to help, but she only cry's harder.