Harry and Greta (One Direction Fanfic)

Harry and Greta: Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I'm pregnant...

No...

No...

No..!

I can't be pregnant... I can't have a baby... I CAN'T...

I tried I compose myself, tried to calm down, but instead I broke down.

WHY?! WHY ME!!!!!!???? I felt the tears well up in my eyes and stream down my face. My whole body fell apart and I sat down on my bed holding my stomach, waterfalls falling from my eyes.

Now my life was over, my life was ruined, my life didn't exist... How could this happen!? Why did this happen!? It was my fault... I should've had sex... I was stupid and didn't think of the consequences... I might as well go die in a ditch somewhere now...

No... I can't...

I've also ruined Harry's life. What would the media say? Would he leave me? Would he decide that it was all to much for him and get the hell out? He has no room or time to be a father...

We're too young to be parents!!! WE'RE 18!!! Youre meant to be married and at least 25 before you have kids! WE HAD KNOWN EACHOTHER A MONTH!!!

I can't handle this, I can't! I can't go through with this... But I have to...

How was I going to tell everyone?! My friends, my family, MY PARENTS!!! What would they say and think and do! They'd think I was a slut, and they'd probably push me away and leave me all alone.

How was I going to handle a baby! I was still a baby myself!!! A baby can't have a baby! I didn't know how to care for a child!

And what about university! What about a career! I had to kiss goodbye to any chance of being successful now... But I wanted to be successful, I wanted people look up to me, I was willing to fight for a good life if I had to. But now I couldn't...

What about money! How was I gonna pay for a child! I didn't even have a job! I was broke... And I couldnt just bludge off my parents because they wouldn't pay for something that I stupidly created.

How about my freedom? Where would that go? Oh I know! Down the drain... While everyone was out partying, enjoying life, enjoying being 18, I would be home changing nappies...

And what would happen to my body? I would put on a whole bunch of weight and get stretch marks everywhere. And how was I meant to walk around the streets with a pram or a baby inside my stomach when I clearly looked 18 and maybe younger. Imagine the looks I'd get... Filthy, dirty looks that would make me feel like dirt...

Maybe I wasn't pregnant. Maybe I just thought I was... This stopped my crying for a little but I soon started again... You don't just have every sign of pregnancy then say that your not... I would have to do a test to make sure... Just to be positive... Hopefully it wasn't positive... But for now I would just sob in my room.

I lay in my bed loudly falling apart, crying, with all my heart and soul just breaking into millions of little pieces. I screamed into my pillow and wished it was a dream... I wished it away... I wished, but nothing came true...

I curled up into a ball in the corner of my bed. I felt like a crumpled up piece of paper, ripped into pieces, drawn all over in bad luck and depression...

Why me?

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I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that the was a 95% chance that I was pregnant. And every time I thought about it, more tears would stream down my face. I felt all cried out until I started again. I felt so disgusting...