Unexpected Bravery ||Harry Styles||

What goes on in an average highschool sophomore's life? A teenage girl to be exact. Life isn't always easy for fifteen year old Arabella Thompson. She's going into her sophomore year of highschool to a great start. She trys-out for her highschool junior varsity volleyball team, and makes it without a doubt. Not only did she make the team, but she beat out three other girls for a starting position for each and every game this season. She was voted out as a team captain out of popularity, but it wasn't worth it. All her grades were going great, straight A's, & B's.

Once everything was going right, everything turned for the worst. Everything that goes up has to come down right? One grade drops down to failing by just a few points causing Arabella to loose her starting spot because of ineligibility. Not only has school & sports got her by the neck, but she's also got a secret that she can't hide forever. Month by month the secret comes closer to coming out.


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2. Chapter 1.

I woke up to the sound of my phone going crazy due to the alarm. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head to regain sight while everything was still blurry. I looked to my phone, and it read: 5:30AM. I groaned to the sound of my alarm as I lied in bed looking down at my stomach. "You're so tiny, but yet you've taken up such a huge part in my heart already" I smiled and rubbed my stomach referring to that small, innocent, beautiful piece of life that continues to grow. Still talking to myself, and my precious stomach I whispered, "C'mon baby, time for school." I rolled out of bed unplugging my phone, and making my way into the bathroom.

 

I had taken a shower last night, so I didn't have to worry about taking one so early. I glanced at the mirror quite fast and regretted every second of it. I looked horrible. You know what they say, the ones who smile the brightest are the ones who cry themselves to sleep. Well it's not a lie.

 

I stripped from my basic sweatpants, and tank, and immediately threw on my "beautiful" white polo, and skirt. Yes,  I wear a uniform. I go to an all private, all girls school. Don't get me wrong I love every minute of it, well most of it.

 

 I finished sliding on my black, ankle socks, and my brand new black toms, and soon began my make-up. I applied a little bit of foundation just to cover up the last of the zits and blemishes that were exposed. I then gently applied black eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes stand out. My eyes are big and brown, but plain so a little make-up doesn't hurt. I didn't feel like doing anything special to my hair, so I threw it up in a nice messy bun.

 

After I finished getting ready I grabbed my gym bag, or my volleyball bag, my bag for gym class, my laptop, and my school backpack. A lot to carry for a pregnant fifteen year old huh? But since I'm only eleven weeks, and pretty small a hoodie is enough to cover up my tiny belly and plus, only being two and a half months I'm not big so volleyball shouldn't be a problem.  I picked up all three bags, and my laptop and made my way downstairs. "Good morning hunny." My dad whispered.

 

"Morning…"

 

"How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well last night?"

 

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little nauseous, but you know that normal, and I was tossing and turning every now and then."

 

"I'm sorry sweetie. Go eat breakfast, and we'll get going okay?"

 

Since I'm only fifteen, I don’t have my license so I normally carpool with two other girls, and her mother.

 

"Uhm. Dad actually I'm not hungry."

 

"Ara, you have to eat. It's not healthy for you or the baby. Now please eat something."

 

I sighed, because with morning sickness eating isn't exactly the best idea.

 

**

 

Once the final bell rang I sprinted to my locker. I have ten minutes to get ready for volleyball, and so much to do.

 

Before I could march my way downstairs someone tugged on my gym bag, "What?!" I snapped.

 

"Alright. What has been on your mind? You've been really upset and down on yourself off since before school started. Smile for once."

 

My bestfriend, Melanie is my life, she's been there since day one of highschool and I couldn't live without her. In highschool you learn who your true friends are, and who aren't and as of right now, she is and always will be.

 

She knows everything there is to know about me, except this. Yes, I want to tell her, but I'm just too afraid she'll just leave me sit there by myself, or her parents won't let me see her again. The last thing I want to do is get her parents disapproval, because as of right now they love me. They are like parents to me.

 

I looked in Melanie's eyes and started to sob. The feeling of being a jerk to the one person who understands everything and knows all your secret makes you feel like you're not worth it. Well aside from the hormones. She reached her arms out for me to hug her and I did. "Arabella, what is wrong? You know you can tell me anything.

 

"Please just promise you'll never leave my side."

 

"Promise. Now please tell me what's bugging you."

 

I started at the clock once more, while wiping my tears.

 

"I'm sorry, but I have to go to practice, but I'm coming over after and I'll tell you everything."

 

"O-okay," she said stuttering, with tears in her eyes.

 

What have I done?

 

**

 

I stood right in front of Melanie's door. I'm not sure if I could do this. She's my best friend and the thought of losing her makes me tear to pieces. Going through thought after thought I finally came up with enough courage to ring the door bell, but without hesitation the door open to Melanie's big brown eyes.

 

"A-are your parents home y-yet?" I said with a stutter.

 

"No, but they will be in the next few minutes."

 

I nodded in sorrow as I made myself comfortable on her bed. Her room was the spot where we always hung out, where we had told each other every secret that we swore we wouldn't say.

 

I sat down Indian style, and looked at my fingers make shapes.

 

The awkward silence was broken when Melanie spoke up, "So? What's going on? You haven't been the same. What's on your mind? Did something happen?"

 

I hesitated.

 

"Arabella. Tell me. What happened to where you are constantly breaking down crying even if it wasn't a big deal. Why is it that you are constantly changing moods? What.is.going.on?"

 

I looked into her brown eyes and once again started to sob. I couldn't help it, but my hormones are everywhere.

 

"I'll tell you, but you have to swear on your life that you won't tell anyone."

 

"Absolutely. Why would I tell anyone?"

 

"Because people will start talking soon."

 

"Please." I begged.

 

"I promise."

 

I looked down at my precious stomach, but she didn't seem to notice. I lifted part of my shirt up to reveal my tank. Melanie was still confused at what point I was making so I took her hand and placed it on my stomach. With her hand glued to my stomach, her eyes widened. She looked me in the eye and questioned,

 

"Arabella? Please don't tell me that you are-"

 

I cut her off with a hopeless grin that soon led to crying. She took her hand off my stomach and pulled me into a tight hug,

 

"It's okay Bells. Everything will be okay. I'm here for you. I won't ever leave."

 

I responded by hugging her tight. And with that one question came to haunt me.

 

"Bells?"

 

"Yeah?" I said sniffling, and pulling away.

 

"W-who's the father?"

 

I looked down at the ground and smiled.

 

"You probably wouldn't believe me even if I told you the truth."

 

"Yes, I would. Now please tell me."

 

I just stared at her with a hopeless stare.

 

I picked up my phone went to my messages and showed her one particular message:

 

Harry Styles: July 14, 2013 @ 12:17 PM

 

Had fun last night (;

I wanna see you again. Call me back.

 

-H .x

 

Her eyes widened.

 

"Bells? What are you talking about Harry Styles?"

 

"It's a long story."

 

As of July I was a huge One Direction fan. My friend Melanie was sort of a fan. I have wanted tickets since day one, but I could never afford them. This July when the boys had came to Chicago, my mother had surprised me with a few tickets. I was overjoyed. I was able to bring one friend since the prices were so high. The seats weren't the best, but they were still very good. The whole night I was in tears. Those five boys are the reasons I'm still here. They've been there spiritually through all the heard times, and I feel like I'm best friends with them. Just the thought of them standing less that fifty yards away made my heart melt.

 

After the concert was over Melanie had been picked up, and me on the other hand I was waiting for a ride. I began waiting and waiting for my uncle to pick me up, and by two in the morning I was still standing there waiting for my ride. My phone had died, so I had no way to contact anyone.

 

"I've got time, now tell me. Please."

 

"Does he know?"

 

I looked back at her giving her a hopeless grin hoping she would catch on.

 

"you didn't tell him yet did you?"

 

I nodded and once again look down at the ground.

 

"Its okay babygirl, are you at least still going out with him? How long did you guys actually spend together? Was it official?"

 

I grinned and let out a small chuckle.

 

"Was it official? Yes. He asked me out the night we spent together. When I met him. I knew it was too soon, but something was telling me that he was the one and only. The way he cared for me, the way we touched, it just felt right.

 

 

I met him on the night of the concert so July 13, his next show was the following day once again in Chicago, the fourteenth. He gave me tickets to see him so I did. That night we went to his hotel and just hung out, I met the boys, and then he drove me home. We didn't do anything that night. When we actually did something was the first night we met.

 

I remember  the guards were getting physical with me they told me I had to leave, but in all honestly I couldn't. I didn’t have a ride, my phone was dead, and I was 45 minutes away from home, so I stood there.

 

Once the guards got physical Harry's eyes were caught so he thought fast and told them that he knew me. I was in shock and this massive fangirl attack hit me. You know that teenage girl's feeling you get when you meet your idol? That person who has basically saved your life, you finally met them well it's a pretty good feeling.

 

Once we got passed the guards we started to hang out. He was exactly how people would describe him, loving, gentle, caring, sweet, just perfect. He then showed me the lighting for the show, it was amazing. The arena was empty so he began to sing to me. He sang those familiar lyrics to the song that kept me alive since I heard it, What Makes you Beautiful. As soon as his big solo came up, he stepped close to me and whispered it. It sounded so perfect, especially because the arena was completely empty. I thought I was living the dream, but when he stepped closer he leaned in for a kiss.

 

I was now living every One Direction fans' dream.

 

The only problem was the kiss turned into so much more.

 

The seventeenth was when he had to leave. The next show was in a complete different state and who knows when the next time I was going to see him. The last day we saw eachother I remember we went to his hotel and hung out alone and watched movies as we cuddles on the sofa all day.

 

At the end of the day I decided that we had to break-up. I didn't want to, but I knew that a long distance relationship wasn't going to work. Maybe for a normal couple, but not when your boyfriend is four years older than you, and traveling the world. I wasn't going to do that to neither of us. I couldn’t even bear with it.

 

I didn't want to lose him, because he was my first and I wanted to be my last, but when you're living millions of girls' dreams and you're banged up emotionally, and mentally you can't push your self any harder. It just would hurt too much."

 

 

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think of it. I'm so so so … so sorry."

 

"I-t's okay. Please just don't leave me alone on this one. Please. I need my best friend."

 

"It's a promise."

 

A few giggles were made just as she rubbed my tiny belly and tickled me.

 

"Bells just think of it this way, that baby is going to be perfect."

 

I laughed wiping my tears looking puzzled. "What do you mean?"

 

"Bells, your baby is going to have your and his curls, envious dimples, your big brown eyes, and it probably will be very clumsy."

 

By this point my laugh was dying down, but turning into a smile as I stared at my belly. I whispered softly as Melanie gave me a sympathetic look,

 

"I don't even know you, but I know for a fact that you are going to be perfect."

 

"Arabella?"

 

I looked up to find that same old smiling Mel, "Yeah?"

 

"You're going to be the perfect mom, and I'll be right there with you."

 

I smiled just at the thought of it.

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