Consequences *Harry Styles&Niall Horan fanfic* COMPLETED

Chapter Thirty-Four

I sat in my room on my bed with my balcony door wide open. The room had gotten uncomfortably stuffy as I waited for the results of my pregnancy test. After coming home from wedding dress shopping, I made up an excuse to leave again to go to the closet drug store to buy a couple test. I had ten minutes til I find out the results.

I can't believe I'm sitting here actually awaiting the results of a pregnancy test. What if I am? Not saying that it is s bad thing, a baby is a blessing, but what is bad..is not knowing who the father is.

It could be Harry. It could be Niall's.

Either way, I am truly fucked. And I have no one to blame but myself.

"Ashanti? It's daddy. May I come in?" I quickly hop off the bed and rush into my bathroom and scoop up the test and stuff them behind the medicine cabinet and run to the door. Turning the knob I open it and smile. "Hi daddy, sure come on in. Is everything alright?" I ask. My father looks around the room and takes a seat on my bed. "Yes sweetheart. Everything is quite alright. I just. I just can't believe you are getting married. I remember my wedding day with you mother. I was nervous." He tells me reminiscing about the day as if it just happened. "My hands were shaking, my heart was beating so hard out my chest I was sure your mother could see it." He chuckls. I sit beside him and listen as he continues on "I honestly didn't think I could go through with it. But then she walked toward me and I remember thinking, my god. She looks so beautiful that I was paralyzed by her beauty. I never felt more in love than that day. And I know when you and Harry get married, he will feel the same way about you."

Rubbing my thumb across my ring I smirk at my father. "I hope so, daddy."

"No need to hope, he will. He loves you and I know that you love him." He tells stroking my cheek I advert my eyes and look at the wall behind him. "I do daddy. I do love Harry. But."

"But what sweetheart?"

"But..is it..possibly to..maybe love someone else as well?" I whisper softly bring my eyes back to face my father. My father looks at me letting his eyes dart side to side as if assessing my question and trying to come up with the proper way to respond back. "What exactly are you asking, Ashanti?"

Sighing deeply I inhale the air as a big gust of wind blows through and blows a picture of Harry and I off my wall and landing right at my foot. Bending down I pick it up and stare at it. It was him and I at a lake in the fourth of July. I remember he made a ton of red, white and blue foods to commerate Independence day. He had a cherry pie, sandwiches on white bread and blue raspberry icees. We laid out on the blanket and watched the fireworks and ended the night creating our own fireworks. "Nothing daddy. I'm not asking you anything." I said standing up and securing the picture back on my board. "But if you were so stunned by mommy's beauty and in love, why'd you get a divorce?"

My father rubs his hands together and thrn places them on his knees, "I still love Neha, Ashanti. Very much. But things change."

"Why? When your in love, things should never change."

"Life is unpredictable, Ashanti. Love is even more unpredictable. Its like a deck of cards. Just when you think you've got it all figured out, you've got your queens, aces, kings. Someone throws in a wild card and suddenly, the hand you were dealt makes no sense at all anymore. No matter how many times you've rearranged it, tried to reason with it. It never works."

"So, what do you do?"

Coming to standing to standing he walks over to me and places a delicate kiss upon my forehead, casting me a sympathetic look he says, "You either fold, stick with the hand or pick a new hand. Either way, its your choice." And with that he leaves just as my alarm goes off. Walking into my bathroom I shut it off and open the medicine cabinet and line up the test along the sink. Reaching into the trash I read the back. "Plus sign means pregnant, Negative signs means Not Pregnant. OK duh, Ashanti. Fairly simple." I look down at the test and read off each one.

Positive

Positive

Positive

Positive

Positive

Positive

Positive

Positive

Negative

Positive

At least there's one Negative. Oh dear god. I'm pregnant. I'm fucking pregnant. With either Harry or Niall's child. On top of planning a wedding I'm pregnant and I'm flying out to see the potential father of my child.

This is some fucking hand I am dealt.