The day of Zayn and Perrie’s wedding had come. Now the tables were turned and I was a bridesmaid at the wedding. Perrie looked so beautiful walking down the aisle. All of us were happy for Zayn because we didn’t think the time would come when he’d put aside his past to be with a girl. We were just glad that girl was Perrie. “Zayn sure has changed since high school.” I said, getting into bed that night with Harry.
His hands were placed behind his head, resting on the pillow. “Yeah, he has come a long way. I’m glad they found each other.” he said. I silently agreed and looked down at my hands. “Why so quiet all of a sudden?” He turned towards my direction causing me to glance at him. I turned away and shrugged, but still didn’t say a word. “Babe, don’t shut me out.”
“It’s nothing.” I said, then turned out the lights and pulled the covers up to my ears. It was the start of fall and all the leaves were changing. The atmosphere was different as well as the temperatures changed from hot to cold. I felt Harry nuzzle close to me with his lips on my neck, softly kissing a spot which he found was my weakness.
“Something’s bothering you. I know because you’re so tense love.” His hand brushed across my stomach, pulling me towards him. My back was facing him, so I felt his hard member. His hand moved further and further down to the hemline of my panties. “I’m not tense.” My voice obviously gave away what I was feeling.
I heard him chuckle as he moved his hand under my panties and began to rub gently. The sensation began to flow throughout my body and I bit my lip to repress a moan, but it came out breathless. My heart began to beat a little faster as he continued the circular motion. “Let go.” He whispered into my ear, then gently nipped my ear.
Not being able to take it anymore, I turned and faced him as I hungrily pressed my lips to his. I ran my hand through his hair and deepened the kiss. I climbed on top of him and felt him slide inside of me. Simultaneously, our moans sounded throughout the room.
It seemed as if we had longed for this moment. We lay breathlessly beside each other after it was over. It reminded me of that glorious night we spent together on my birthday after he proposed to me. “How was that?” he asked, turning his head to me.
“Nothing like the first, I’d say.” I smiled.
“I agree. It just keeps getting better and better.” He leaned in and kissed my lips as I kissed him back. Sexual repression, maybe that’s what had me so tense. Yet in the back of my mind, I knew the real answer. Two weeks later I awoke with the sudden urge to puke.
I got out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. It was so horrible. How was I able to catch the flu this quickly? I mean, it was flu season anyway. I had gotten my vaccinations already, but that couldn’t be possible. After the puking fiasco was over, I walked back out into the bedroom.
Harry was still sound asleep. I picked up my phone and stepped out into the hallway. I hesitated on the thought to call my boss and tell him I’m sick. I called him anyway. He told me to feel better and come to work as soon as it’s over. I thanked him and promised I’d email him the work.
I was still feeling a bit nauseated. Maybe water would help. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed myself a glass, then drank some water. I felt a bit better, but I was feeling sick to the stomach so much that I had to run into the guest bathroom down the hallway.
Should I tell Harry? I don’t want him to go to work worried about me. I rinsed my mouth and thought maybe if I laid down for a few minutes, then I’d feel better. “Babe, aren’t you supposed to be going to work by now?” Harry entered the living room and saw me on the couch.
“I’m not feeling very good.” I told him and slowly sat up. I didn’t want to sit up to fast, just in case I might puke again. “I’ll stay-”
“No, no. I’ll be fine. Just- I’ll call Louis. I’ll be fine.” I interrupted and gave him a half-hearted smile. He fixed his tie and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He said. I nodded as he grabbed the keys and left through the garage. I had to get over the flu so I can go back to work, but first, I had to survive the first day.
Louis arrived fifteen minutes after I called him to come over. I did tell Harry that I’d call Louis. “Thanks for coming.” I said and took another sip of water. This was my third glass and I lost count on how many times I had to go to the bathroom. “No problem. You don’t look so good.” he said.
“I don’t feel good either. I can barely eat anything in the fridge, or even look at food at this point.” I sighed and sat down on the barstool. If only Liam didn’t live in New York, then he’d be the one I’d call right now and talk to about this. Louis reached over and felt my forehead, then pulled away. “You feel fine to me. Are you sure it’s the flu?” he asked.
I nodded and then he gently bit his lip. “When exactly did you start feeling symptoms?” he asked.
“This morning. Why?” He just nodded, then sat on the barstool. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced down. He furiously typed something and then put it back in his pocket. “Sorry, I was texting Eleanor.” he said.
“What? About me?” I asked.
“Well, if you put it that way…”
“Lou, tell me what’s wrong with me!” I grabbed his shirt, pulling him towards me but our faces were still inches apart. “Let go of my shirt. Eleanor bought this for me.” he said. I released, impatiently waiting for an answer because he was taking his sweet time answering me. “Have you ever thought that you could be… I don’t know… pregnant?”
Pregnant? The word just dawned on me and it was like I couldn’t believe it. “What?” I asked. “How-”
“You know, when a man and a woman-”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I got off the barstool and began to pace. “This couldn’t have happened Louis.”
“Stel, you need to calm down.” Louis stood up as I faced him. He placed his hands on my shoulders and stared directly into my eyes. “You need to talk to Harry about this.”
“I can’t- How do I explain this?” He took out his phone and began to call Harry. Nervously, I bit my lip as I heard the phone ring a few times on the other end. I heard Harry’s raspy voice on the other line and my heart began to race against my chest.
Louis and Harry had small talk before he handed the phone to me. I didn’t want to take it, but he forcefully put the phone in my hand and held it to my ear. I was acting like such a child which was ironic because I was carrying one. “Lou said you have something to tell me.”
How was I going to tell Harry? Should I just build up to it? Should I just flat out say it? Slowly I began to formulate the sentences in my mind and imagine how each one would play out. I wasn’t sure what the outcome would be. I feared his reaction. “Stel, is something wrong?” he asked.
“Harry,” I paused for a moment, letting the silence drag on between us. No matter how long I waited, he was going to find out anyway. “I’m pregnant.”