A week had passed since I'd last seen all of them. I have returned back to my original schedule. For now, I'm not even speaking much to my co-workers.
Harry and Niall won't stop calling me. I'm refusing to open the many voice mails they have left me. I don't understand why they won't let me go. I just want them to forget. Those assholes.
I was walking home from work with my earbuds in when I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I jumped a bit and turned around, only to meet up with Harry Style's face.
Sighing, I pulled out my ear buds. "What do you want?" I asked, annoyed. I was tired of always playing the nice girl. Being nice gets you no where when you live in a world full of selfish people who take advantage of you.
"Sarafina... please, talk to me," he begged, running his hand through his hair. He was wearing black skinny jeans and that stupid white t-shirt again with his leather jacket. When he tried caressing my face I stepped back.
"H-harry, don't you get it? I don't want anything to do with you, you hear me? Just let it go! I'm fine. Stop calling and texting me, alright?" I snapped, a frown on my face.
Tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you!" he cried, "And I understand that there will never be enough words I could say to make it better, but just know that I do truly care for you."
Rolling my eyes, I put my ear buds back in and began walking away from him. At the same time, another part of me wanted to cry with him and be engulfed in his arms.
That other part of me is an idiot.
Once I made it home, I threw my purse on my couch and went to go take a shower. Just talking to him had made me feel disgusting.
As I entered my bathroom, I noticed that my new box of tampons had still been untouched..
"Holy..." I gasped, realizing that my period was two weeks late. "This can't be..- there's no way."
Exiting the bathroom, I ran to get my jacket and keys and sprinted to my local pharmacy.
*** three hours later***
"Niall," I sobbed into the phone.
"What's the matter love? How have you been?"
"Not good a-at all," I told him, crying. "Please c-come over." I was on my bathroom floor, the tests scattered around me.
"What happened-" "I'm pregnant, okay!"
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