I'm Mrs. Styles

This is the sequel to 'I'm Pregnant'. If you haven't read the first one I do recommend reading it to understand the second one.
Stella was left off in the hospital bed with Harry by her side once again. Niall was left a new girl Brenda. Brenda just came out of the blue but could she be seeking something more than love? Envy?Hatred? Revenge?


9. The Phone Call

    I couldn't find him any where. I know he was at home. It was a pretty big house and he could be around. I talked to Sam about Brenda and she some want remembered what happened last night. Right when I thought things with Harry where going fine. Something has to mess it up. My phone all of a sudden rings. 
     "Hello?" I say nervously. I knew I was going to be bombarded with questions that I still have no answers to. 
       "My baby! Why haven't you called? I've missed you! Why haven't you phoned us!" my mom kept rambling on and on. 
        "Hi mom. I can't really tell you over phone why but trust me if you guys ever come to vis-" 
       "Visit? Okay! Next week. Your brother doesn't have school next week so we would all be going!" My brother? Why him? I have nothing to say to him. She was the main reason I left. But of coarse I couldn't tell my mother that because we are here only children she's had. She wouldn't like us fighting. 
      "Okay mom but promise me when you get here. You can't tell anyone what happens." 
      "It's a boy isn't it?"  There was silence. I knew shed be able to crack me. I couldn't say anything. I don't know if it would get out of hand. 
        "Okay. Stella just make sure you use proper protection and if you guys to oral or fore pla-"
        "Mom! Stop! Please!" I yell trying to block her from going any further. 
          "Honey. It's just...I had you when I was very young and I would like you to explore and not worry about that now. " she calmed down. I thought of the miscarriage and decided to tell her or not. 
          "Mom? I have some news that happened but I'm not sure how you'll take it.   I'll just save it when you come over." I try to say in more of a cheery mood. Of coarse I'm happy that my parents would come and visit but I don't want them to know I was a mother at 18. 
          "Oh okay! Bye my baby! I love you love!" she imitated an English accent at the end. I laughed and said good bye. I end the call and head to the living room to start to clean up right when I felt arms wrap around me. I shut my eyes and start to rock back and forth. He spun me around and smiled. He leaned over and kissed me. He stood up straight again and smiled. 
          "My family is coming to visit next week." I tried to smile but he looked like he was going to puke. 
           "Oh. Okay." He swallowed a lump he had in his throat. 
             "It's going to be okay!" Or at least I think it will. 
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