He's her science teacher, but there's something about their student and carer relationship that seems abnormal. There's some sort of chemistry. That piercing feeling she gets whenever he looks at her, that twinkle of emotion. It's simple to say, it's illegal.
//Harry Styles Love Story.


7. Step by step recovery.

"What's your name?" The kind woman with a nurse outfit on, sat on the stool beside my bed, staring into my eyes while pressing some buttons on a machine that stood behind me. I opened my mouth, sucking in some air to try and speak again. I thought for a while, scrunching up my eyes and having my brain wake up.

"B-B-B..." I stumbled, smiling gently at the lady.

"Yes, darling..?" She nodded, a wide grin painting across her face as she put her hand to her side.


"Yes! Well done!" She clapped her hands at me as if I was a nursery child that peed into a toilet for the first time instead of a potty. Instead of smiling back, I felt my stomach burn in pain. Not even being able to grab it, I lay there, having my guts ache uncontrollably. The nurse frowned suddenly, and passed me a sick tray. Bowing my head down to aim for it, I felt a splash of sick leave my body.

"Oh dear, it's the baby isn't it?" She mumbled, while rubbing my back in appreciation. The room was empty from visitors, but I felt as though it was crowded. It seemed to be stuffy and hot, a pounding feeling seemed to haunt my brain. Coughing gently, my throat tightened. My eyes burned from the feeling of tears. I didn't understand who got me pregnant. Or when. I couldn't remember anything, I barely managed to remind myself of my name. How am I going to cope with a little baby?

"B-Baby? I-I-I'm pr..egnant?"

The nurse nodded. She sighed gently, placing a hand on my tummy.


The nurse shook her head in despair. She raised an eyebrows, shooting me a glare. I wasn't quite sure whether it was a positive or negative one though.

"Anyway Birdy, don't worry about this for now. First we need to get you on a full step by step recovery, starting with finding out about yourself."


After two weeks of recovery, I seemed to remember everything. Everything apart from the father of the baby. My stomach began to grow a tiny bit, but it wasn't as visible yet, which I was proud of. Although the doctors claimed I was in a healthy state, I was left in hospital for the following 5 days of observation. Fred, George, Mum and Payton never left my side by the bed. They supported me and been through the toughest moments.

"Hello, beautiful!" Payton skipped through the doors of my room, placing her bag on my bed, settling down on the armchair beside me. Digging through her bag, she pulled out some hair-bows and MAC makeup gift sets.

"Here you go, I thought I'd come and add some colour to your grim face. Come on, smile! You're out in 2 days already!" She placed a finger on my nose, patting it gently. I only giggled a bit, plastering a fake smile onto my face, hoping she'd buy it.

"That's the spirit! Now, you sit here, and let me do the magic.." Grabbing onto the gentle bronzing pearls, she smeared the foam cube around the tin, slowly rubbing it onto my face.

"Thanks Pay, but you really don't have to-"

"Shut your face, I'm trying to work here," Payton chuckled, now searching for some pink blusher.

"Payton, I know it's hard for you and all, but do you have the slightest clue of who the dad to my baby is?" It kind of slipped out of my mouth, and as I realized what I said, I shut my tongue back into my mouth, biting onto it really hard. Payton froze, her eyes looking up at mine as she slowly backed away from my face and rose from the chair.

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