A lot can happen in 9 months

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.

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4. Not such a happy morning

 

I woke up this morning with a massive, massive headache. My stomach was turning. It felt like someone was repeatedly kicking me in the stomach and bashing me over the head with a hammer. Harry must have noticed.

"Zoe? Are you alright" he's voice sounded scared.

"Um yeah I just feel sick. I gotta go to the washroom" I said running to the bathroom. My hands covering my mouth again.

Harry followed me. "You are definitely no ok, something is wrong." He helped me up from the floor and flushed the toilet.

"No Harry, I'm fine, I'm just sick that's all." I said then I washed my mouth out with mouth wash.

Harry checked his phone. "I hate to leave you while your sick but Simon needs to see me and the boys."

"Simon? Who's Simon? It's ok, I can take care of myself I swear I'm ok. I replied trying to convince him I was fine.

"Oh Simon is our label owner. Simon Cowell. I'm gonna bring you back some soup. It will make you feel better." Harry kissed me on the forehead.

"Oh yeah right. You don't have to Harry. I'm good." I could feel my stomach was about to react.

"I will. I gotta go see you later. I'll text you when I'm on my way. See ya." Harry yelled from the living room before leaving my flat.

What is going on with me? I threw- up one last time before deciding that I would go to the Drug Store.

I wasn't in the mood to shower so I just threw on some sweats, my leopard trainers and my "I love 1D" sweater cause I knew I would be seeing Harry later on. I figured he would appreciate it.

I walked to my nearest drug store, which was about 2 blocks from my flat. I walked over to the female pharmacist.

"Hello, do you have a minute? I kind of have a question about what medication I should pick up."

"Of course that's what I'm here for. What do you need help with?" she smiled.

"Well I have been getting sick these past few mornings and I have no clue what could be wrong. I'm kind of getting scared." I said with fear in my voice.

"Well dear I think I know what's wrong." she walked down one of the aisles. Grabbing something off of the shelf and handing it to me "this is what you need hun."

I looked down. A pregnancy test? What? I am not pregnant. I couldn't be, or could I?

"Umm thank you for your help." I replied trying to fake a smile.

"No problem dear. Good luck." she replied.

Good luck? Good luck?? I'm only 18, I'm not pregnant. I haven't had sex with Harry. So it's impossible.

All of the sudden my mind flashed to that night. Tears forming in my eyes. I need to get home now!

I ran all the way home, still crying. I didn't want this. I couldn't be a mother not now. Not so soon. I ran up the stairs to my floor, ran down the hallway, opened the door and slammed it shut.

I slid down the door my tears seemed to be flooding down my face. The only way I could be sure was if I took the test. I slowly got up off of the ground and walked into my bathroom. I sat on the toilet, opened the box.

The test was the kind that told you if you were pregnant by just flat out saying it, it also told you how many weeks you are. I waited for about 10 minutes for me to pee.

I grabbed the stick putting it into the bowl. After my bladder had emptied I set the stick on the counter. My heart was racing. I was getting paranoid. I wasn't pregnant.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.
 

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