Isn't She Lovely (h.s)

Chapter 1

A/N Hello! So i've decided to write a Harry Styles fanfiction entitled: Isn't She Lovely. I've never actually attempted to write a romantic fanfic so wish me luck! it will be emotional though so break out those tissues! xx

Samantha

'Do you remember summer '09?'

How could I forget?

'Wanna go back there every night..'

Of course I do, back when it was just the two of us..

'Just can't lie, was the best time of my life.'

It was mine too.

I ran into the bathroom of the convenient store and slammed the door, locking it behind me as I pressed my forehead into the back of the door. My heart was pounding and my head throbbing as I ripped the white stick violently out of the box and dug out the instructions. Why the hell was I reading the instructions? I think it was pretty obvious what I needed to do... I hastily undid the clasp on my favorite pair of jeans, 'Okay...' I told myself, ripping my cotton knickers down around my knees. 'This is it...'

* * *

My chest pounded violently as I waited for the little piece of plastic to reveal my fate. It felt as if my heart was threatening to burst at any moment.

'Whatever happens, it's okay, you'll be okay.' I told myself as I nervously shook the stick in my hands, as if the result would magically appear faster. 

six minutes left. 

Sighing, I quickly washed my hands and kept stealing nervous glances at the test sitting on the counter before me.

'I'm six weeks late, of course I'm pregnant what else could it possibly be?' I kept repeating as I paced the length of the bathroom continuously. What would happen when Harry found out? 

Oh god. Harry. 

I winced as I mentally slapped myself for not thinking of him sooner. Harry, my best friend, my first, well, everything... He sure as hell wouldn't go to his audition after he knew. I groaned and pulled at my hair by the roots. I couldn't let him stay here, I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't let my best friend give up his dreams because of a mistake. A mistake, that's all it was. Now where are we? two months later and I'm sitting in the dingy bathroom of a convenient store staring at a tiny pink plus.

a plus?

Fuck.

* * *

I pulled my beat up Volkswagen into his driveway and threw it in to park, banging my head against the steering wheel and dreading what I was about to walk in to. As my eyes closed, I couldn't help but question how I had ended up here in this situation. Images of writhing, hot bodies filled my mind and I groaned at the memories. "Why did this have to happen to us?" I mumbled to myself as I once again banged my forehead against the steering wheel. Of course, I didn't regret what we had done, not in the slightest. Deep down I always knew something more would happen between me and Harry eventually, and I shivered as the memory of that night ran through my head.

"W-we need mo-ore liquor!" Harry slurred with a giggle as he took the final swig from the bottle and threw it clear across the room with a huff. The glass bottle landed with a bounce against the plush white carpet on the other side of the room, and settled against the wall between the door and the gray armchair nestled into the corner. The sky outside Harry's bedroom window had long since faded to purple, and the only light in the room was cast by the small bedside lamp that omitted a soft orange haze, and the bright flickering of the tv as it replayed episodes of 'The X-Factor' to get Harry hyped up for his audition at the end of the summer. The voices from the tv had long since faded into the background as we sat giggling together on the floor of his bedroom, taking pulls from the previously full bottle of schnapps that we'd snuck out of the liquor cabinet after Anne had gone out for the night.