More Than A Memory

Chapter 1

~ Too Little, Too Late ~

I woke up and felt Harry’s strong arms enveloping me as we slept. Harry looked even more beautiful when he was sleeping. My stomach felt weird, I was wondering why. I ran to my en suite washroom. I kneed down beside the toilet and threw up. I had no idea why.

“Babe, are you alright?” Harry said, holding my hair for me. “I’m fine but-.” I threw up again as Harry patted my back to help me get everything out.

After brushing my teeth, I checked my calendar. My period had been two weeks late, but I saw nothing of it. Until I realized that it comes on the 27th of every month. Today, was now the 6th of April. And my period hadn’t come yet.

“Harry my period’s late.” I started panicking. “And…” Harry asked.

“My period being late and me throwing up could mean…” I started. “I’m pregnant.” I gulped.

“Calm down, babe. I’ll grab you a pregnancy test at the market so we’ll know for sure.” Harry kissed my forehead before leaving.

I went to the kitchen and made myself some toast and tea. The smell of the toast made me cringe, but I had to eat something. As soon as a bite of toast made its way down my throat, I felt the bile rise up my throat again. I quickly made my way to the bathroom to empty out the non-exsitent food from my stomach. 

Harry had come back with the pregnancy test. He handed me the bag and shooed me into the washroom.

After I had finished the test, I had to wait two minutes to see if I was pregnant or not. The thought of being pregnant excited me, yet scared me all at the same time. I looked the pregnancy test after I had built up the courage to.

Not Pregnant. It read.

I sighed, releaved. I kind of wish I was pregnant now. I walked out of the bathroom. Harry ran his hand through his hair. “So?”

“I’m not pregnant, Harry.”

He was silent for a few minutes. Harry mumbled profanities about himself. I touched his leg and he flinched.

“I’m sorry I can’t deal with this right now.” Harry said rushing to the door. I grabbed his arm and he turned around. 

“But Harry, I’m not pregnant.” I uttered, confused as to why he was so frustrated, when moments ago I had told him amazing news; I’m not pregnant.

“I know, but I can’t deal with it now. If you were pregnant management would kill me. This wouldn’t only effect but the other boys too. Me making a mistake would effect the band; as a whole.”

“Wait do you mean now as in right this second? Or now as in never?!” I yelled, my eyes filling with tears. I don’t know what I would do if Harry left me. I don’t think I would even be able to live. I can’t do this on my own.

“And since when was I a mistake? And if we had a child together would our child be a mistake too?!” I asked, hurt and confused as to when it had all gone wrong.

Harry looked down and shuffled his feet. I pulled his chin up lightly with my thumb and index finger. “Now or never?” I asked him, my voice cracking, as I a tear slid down my cheek. “Never…” He said almost inaudibly  My eyes widened in shock. Was Harry seriously going to leave me? Sure he didn’t think at times but he should know this is a very stupid choice. I thought he loved me; I was sure that I loved him.

Plus, it would be his fault if was pregnant anyways. “Louis will be here later to collect my stuff.” Harry said firmly, before walking out the door without even looking back. I curled into a ball on my bed and literally cried myself to sleep, telling myself it was all a dream and that Harry loves me and would never leave me.