1. Close to Nothing *Finished*

Maisey-- the "weakling". The quiet one. The one everyone leaves out. The one no one understands. The one often called "loner" or "wimp". The one that does all that she can to understand others, but just can't. The one that finally meets the guy of her dreams, but there's no way he'll ever be into her.
Maisey... The one who has close to nothing to live for. But only one person can change that. But first, he'll have to notice her. Or maybe... she'll have to notice HIM.

(Warning: some scenes that may not be appropriate for readers younger than 13-15 years old. Reader discretion advised.)

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8. The Great Awakening

Harry's POV

I hovered over Maisey-- who was just beginning to wake up from blacking out. I'm assuming it was from the night's events, but they didn't seem to be too stressful. Then again, she could just be nervous about the tour. 

"Harr.. Harry," she moaned. I had taken her to my flat last night after meeting her parents and she was laying on the living room sofa with a pack of ice on her forehead. 

"I'm right here," I grabbed her hand, stroking it with my thumb. "Maisey, open your eyes."

Her blue eyes squinted open, staring at me in confusion, "I-I thought I was...?"

"You blacked out," I chuckled. "Your parents are letting you move in and go on tour with me."

"Really?"she sat up abruptly, and then winced in pain. "Ow... My head."

"Just rest for a little, okay?" I gently pushed her shoulders back down onto the sofa. I was somewhat nervous about tour. I hoped the fans loved her as much as I did. Another thing also troubled my mind... Elizabeth. We hadn't heard from her since the day of the fight, and it was truthfully making me nervous for Maisey's safety. Was she plotting something? If she was, how bad could the damage get to be? I had to think of a way to avoid her.

***

It took Maisey about a day to recover from blacking out. She was continuously complaining about cramps, headaches, nausea, etc. I did my best to make sure she felt better. The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. Scrambling, I jumped out of bed--  searching the flat for Maisey. 

I found her in the bathroom, head hanging over the seat of the toilet. She had been vomiting last night. 

"Hey, are you okay?" I knelt down next to her.

"Yeah, I think so," 

"Do you think it's just a virus?" there were so many possibilities that it made me nervous. "Or something more..."

"It's just a stomach virus, Harry," she reassured me. "I'm sure it'll pass quickly."

"I'll fix some tea," I stood, rubbing her back for a few seconds, then leaving. As I walked out the door, I heard her wretch again, the sound of her pain making me shiver. I hesitated to walk away, but encouraged myself to leave to make tea.

The wretching continued for several minutes; each time the throaty sound rang out, making me jump. I hurriedly carried her mug of tea to the bathroom, handing it to her. She lifted her face, which was dreadfully pale, giving me a pained smile. 

"Thanks, babe," she sighed, taking a small sip. This all didn't seem too normal to me. 

Maisey's POV

I wasn't really feeling well the night my parents met Harry. My mum had fussed at me for countless hours asking numerous questions of, "Have you been using protection?" or "Are you late?" I shook her off, though, effortlessly. Sure Harry and I had gotten pretty intimate, but my mum was just overreacting.

"Are you feeling any better this morning?" Harry walked into the front door holding a plastic bag from the drug store. 

"A little," I admitted. The cramps and nausea had subsided for a few hours, allowing me to get some much-needed undisturbed rest while Harry went out. 

"I want you to try one of these," Harry reached into the bag, handing me a small box that read: First Response Pregnancy Testers.

I groaned, rolling over onto my back, "Is this really necessary?" Harry plopped next to me on the sofa, wrapping his arms around me.

"Yes," his face was serious. "It's better to know now than later."

"Harry, if it tests positive..." I began to choke up, swallowing the tears. "What will happen to the band?"

"It will go on," he gave a smile. I glanced at his lips-- so perfectly chiseled. "Like life."

"I don't want to be the reason for fans to get mad at you,"

"If they don't love you as much as I do, they don't have to be fans," he replied. "Now go take the test, love."

I reluctantly left the sofa, adjusting my pajama pants on my waist. I felt his watchful eyes follow my bum.

"Harry, stop staring!" I giggled. He shielded his eyes in denial.

"That's impossible!" he mused. I rolled my eyes, laughing at his cheekiness, and making my way to the bathroom.

 

It took a while for the test to show the results. I refused to look at it, but Harry owned up to it, holding the tester in his shaky hands. An awful tension hung in the air as he stared down at the stick. He drew in a sudden breath, running a hand through his hair.

"It's positive," he said, almost excitedly. My heart dropped to my stomach in an instant, picking up pace quickly.

"Oh my god," I began to tear up. "This can't be happening, Harry."

"It's happening," he chuckled, wrapping me in a hug. "I-I'm gonna be a father." 

It all made sense now--  nausea, blacking out, the constant morning sickness... I was pregnant... with Harry Styles' baby.

 

(A/N: Wow is all I can say. I've received so many great comments and loads of favorites within a few days of publishing the first few chapters! This is awesome! I hope that you guys are enjoying this story.(: Let's get it to the Popular page, yeah? I will be forever grateful! Keep the comments and likes and favorites coming! If I get more, I'll even make a fanfiction trailer for this story. And for the people who have been messaging me about the cover of Close to Nothing: Yes, it's what Maisey's supposed to look like--  except for the eyes. Btw, it's me! xD )

 

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