My forever

Chapter thirteen

Mabel's POV

I wave the stick around before placing it down on the counter. I walk out of the bathroom and sit on the bed.

Harry went to the recording studio just a few minutes ago and as soon as his car left I went up and took the test.

I turn on the Tv and sit back. After twenty minutes of waiting but mostly procrastinating I finally get up and go into the bathroom. I pick up the test slowly and look down at it. My heart leaps in my chest and I smile before throwing the test in the trash.

I walk back into the bedroom and grab my phone. I call Harry and the phone picks up.

"Hello." A Irish accent says.

"Hey Nialler can you put Harry on the phone?" I ask.

"He's recording right now leave a message after the beep, beep." Niall giggles.

"Are you drunk?" I ask him.

"Yeah we all are." He hiccups.

"Niall where are you guys?" I ask.

"Well I can tell you were we aren't and that's the studio." he laughs.

"What? Niall where the hell is Harry?" I grit my teeth.

Why would Harry lie to me?

"He's somewhere around here." he mutters.

"Niall where are you?" I ask.

"At Zayn's. Were watching the game and getting drunk which is always fun." he says.

"Put Harry on the phone." I demand.

There's talking in the background and he snorts.

"Niall." I shout.

"Sorry. I have to go toda loo." he hangs up and I run my fingers through my hair before throwing my phone down.

Why would he lie to me? I honestly wouldn't care if he went out with the guys but lying to me? That's a whole nother story. He's always telling me not to lie and shot but he goes and does it himself? HYPOCRITE!

I am so mad Aargh! I need to calm down. The last time I got this upset I lost the baby.

I grab my phone again and dial my moms number.

"Hello." She answers.

"Mom I'm coming over, I really need to talk to someone. I might spend the night."

Harry's POV

I jolt awake to a loud banging. I sit up and look around.

God I feel like shit.

I'm on the floor of Zayn's livingroom. Louis is snoring on the couch, and Niall is in the reclinable chair. I kick back the blanket that's thrown over me and slowly stand up. I walk slowly to the kitchen where I hear talking. I walk in and Liam and Zayn look up at me.

"Good morning mate." Liam says.

"I have the worst hangover ever." I mumble as I sit down across from Liam at the table.

"I bet, you guys drank a whole lot last night." Zayn nods.

I rub my face and put my head down on the table.

"So is Mabel coming to pick you up or do I have to take you home?" Liam asks.

Mabel.

I sit up almost immediately. My head pounds but I ignore it.

"I told Mabel I was going to the studio." I say as I get up.

"Uh oh." Liam says.

I look around for my phone and finally find it in Niall's hand. I take it and look at the screen. I don't have any missed calls at all. I unlock it and go to my call history to see that she did call but someone answered it. Damn it!

I try to call her back but after the third ring it says that she's not available.

"Damn it Mabel pick up!" I curse as I dial it again.

This time it goes straight to voicemail.

Me: Mabel plz answer the phone!

Me: r u ignoring me?

Me: I'm so sorry

Me: r u okay?

Me: please answer the god damn phone!

Me: Please honey I'm sorry

Error: message could not be sent.

What the? Did she just block me? She must be really pissed.

"Damn it!" I throw my phone down and run my fingers through my hair. "She won't answer and she blocked me!"

"Oh shit. what did you do?" Liam asks.

"I told you! I told her that I was going to go to he studio! She's going to kill me! I have to get home." I say as I grab my keys off the counter.

"Do you need me to drive you?" Liam asks.

"No I can drive." I assure them and I walk out of the door.