harry styles x reader

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i wake up in the morning and bff/n is making waffles and something very pungent. it's hard boiled eggs. i keep gagging whenever i breathe in.
"god those smell awful." i say.
"what? they're good!" she replies. she serves me a plate that has a pretty belgium waffle on it.
"in honor of our trip." she says as she eats hers.
"so, tim's probably going to make me go to la soon." i say.
"what?" she replies.
"yep, he wants to do a recording session which is understandable. i told him i'd be there next week." i respond. i breathe in as she's peeling the eggs and i run to the bathroom. i puke up what little contents were in my stomach to begin with.
"note to self: don't make hard boiled eggs." bff/n says. i come back into the kitchen and put my plate in the dishwasher.
"i think i'm going to ask evan if he wants to hangout soon. do you want me to ask about isaac and make it a double date?" i ask.
"uh, heck yea." she replies.
"ok. let me text him."

y/n: hey evan! bff/n and i wanted to know if you and isaac wanted to go on a double date? we could do something at our place if you're cool with that

evan: that sound awesome! isaac is down. when?

y/n: tomorrow at 6 work?

evan: yep! see you then:)

i tell bff/n and she gets excited. we spend our day doing self care and adjusting to the time difference. when i go to bed, i get a bad headache that keeps me up all night.
"good morning!" bff/n says as she turns on the light to my room.
"mmm" i groan.
"we have got to go to the store to get something to cook tonight!" she says while shaking me.
"mmm" i groan again.
"stop acting like you're on your period! let's go!" she says dragging me out of bed. i throw on a sweat shirt and leave with her. we get stuff to make chicken parmesan and spaghetti. my phone buzzes.

evan: hey, we just left. we will be there in about three hours.

y/n: ok!

bff/n and i start making the meal and get ready. three hours later, we hear a knock on the door.
"evan!" i say as i open the door. he walks in and hugs me.
"bff/n!" isaac says as he sees her. she runs up to him and gives him a hug.
"how was your guys' last day in belgium?" evan asks.
"honestly, i don't know if i ate something or if it's my liver getting mad at me for all the alcohol consumed, but i've felt pretty bad lately." i say.
"that sucks." evan replies, rubbing my back.
"and to top it all off, i have to fly to la next week. i don't want to travel anymore!" i say. he smiles. the oven buzzer beeps. i run and pull the chicken out of the oven and we gather around the table to eat. after we eat, we play some board games and watch a movie. isaac makes some popcorn in the microwave with bff/n but they burn it. the minute the room fills with the scent of burnt popcorn, i run to the bathroom and vomit. evan follows me to make sure i'm ok.
"hey, it's ok." he says holding my hair back as i hug the toilet. a sudden realization hits me.
"can you hand me my phone? it's on the counter." i ask as i wipe my mouth off. he nods and grabs it. i go to my period tracking app and see i'm two weeks late. the most i've ever been late by is two days. my chest tightens and my eyes go big.
"what's the matter?" evan asks.
"um, i'll explain in the car. can you drive me to the pharmacy?" i ask.
"yea?" he replies. we go out to his car and when we get in, i tell him.
"i think i'm pregnant." i say. his eyes get huge.
"what!" he shouts.
"i'm late on my period and i've been throwing up a lot and i have massive headaches." i say starting to realize the severity of the situation.
"i used a condom!" he shouts again.
"those aren't 100% effective." i remind him.
"shut up!" he replies. i'm taken aback my his remark. i start to get out of the car.
"wait, no. y/n, get back in, i'll take you. i'm sorry." he says. i get back in and we ride to the pharmacy in silence. i walk in and grab three different pregnancy tests and get back into the car. we ride back to the house in silence. i run to the bathroom and pee on all the sticks. i hide them in a drawer as they process and i walk back into the living room. evan is talking to isaac.
"i think we're going to head out." isaac says.
"aw ok. i know it's getting late." bff/n says. i smile.
"y/n, text me." evan says without eye contact
"yep." i say with my head down. bff/n and isaac hug and they leave.
"what is wrong with you?" bff/n says as i run back into the bathroom and lock the door. i open the drawer and look at the tests the first one says negative. a big sigh of relief escapes my mouth. i turn over the second one and there are two lines and the third one just outright says "pregnant." i faint.
i wake up in a bright room and i look around me and i'm attached to several machines. i see bff/n asleep in a chair.
"bff/n!" i whisper. she starts to wake up.
"hi!" she smiles as she scoots towards the bed.
"why am i in the hospital?" i ask.
"well, you locked me out of the bathroom, i heard a loud thud, i broke through the door, you were passed out and holding a positive pregnancy test. i called 911 because i didn't want to be responsible for anything happening to your tiny fetus." she says calmly. the tight feeling in my chest returns.
"am i actually pregnant?" i ask.
"i don't know, they're going to do an ultrasound before they release you, which should be soon." she smiles. i sigh. worst day ever.