She's pregnant with his baby, but does he even care?


1. Chapter 1.

Emily's POV:
It was agony, waiting for the results, in my bathroom sitting on the toilet balling my eyes out. I had the stick in my hand, the answer should be appearing anytime now. There were 2 pink lines that showed up, I quickly grabbed the box to check what that meant. I shoved the test in the waste bin and ran into my room, jumping on my bed soaking my duvet in my tears.

I didn't want to tell anybody, but I knew I had to. I grabbed my phone off of my night stand dialing the only person who I could trust at the moment, Eleanor. It rang a few times until the other line picked up

"Hello darling" she 
"Hey El, we need to meetup, we need to talk." I replied.
"You're not breaking up with me are you?" She let out a laugh.
I stayed on the line quietly.
"Emily, I'm kidding, how's tomorrow around noon, we can meet at Starbucks?"
"Sounds great, thank you El."
"No problem, sweets"

I hung up the line and threw my head into a pillow. I began to cry again, I cried for the rest of my night.
When it was nearly 11 p.m I fell into a deep slumber. I awoke almost every hour, running to the toilet or getting a drink of water.
It was around 9 in the morning when I decided to just stay awake. Making myself tea and some toast, which I could barley finish.
After reading through the few text messages I had gotten from my mom, I took my shower, not replying to any of them, I was in no mood.

I stepped in the tub letting the warm water hit my back, I tilted my head back allowing my hair to get wet. As I was lathering the shampoo in, I suddenly felt nauseous. Rinsing out my soapy hair as fast as I could, and shutting the water off, I jumped out of the shower kneeling down at my toilet. I threw up my small breakfast and began to cry once again. When I was sure there was no more throw up coming I got ready, going completely simple today, throwing on an over sized sweater with leggings, paired with ankle boots. I threw my wet hair up into a pony tail to let it air dry, and this time of year it started getting cold in London so it probably wasn't that smart of me. I slid on some bracelets and earrings, I applied nude lipstick and some under-eye concealer to hide the bags under my eyes, but that was all for makeup today. I had no strength or mind set of getting dolled up, especially since I felt like complete shit.

Grabbing my keys and locking my apartment door, I headed to my car and drove off to meet El. It was a fifteen minute ride to the Starbucks we were meeting at. I walked in and scanned the cafe. El wasn't here yet, but she should be soon, she was never a minute late to anything. It was 11:56 in the morning then I spotted her walking in, she ran over to me and pulling me into a hug. We made small talk about how we have both been and what we have been up to while we were waiting in line. The barista asked what we would like, Eleanor ordered for herself and asked me what I wanted, I only got a cheese danish. I thanked El for paying for me, "No problem, really" she replied.

"Do you want to walk or do you want to sit here?"
"Can we walk?" I didn't want some random people listening in on our conversation.
She nodded and we left the cafe.

After about 5 minutes of roaming the streets I spoke up.

"So, remember how I said we needed to talk?" She nodded a yes.

"Something you want to get off your chest?" I took a deep breath and began.

"After the fight, and after I lost contact with everyone for that month, I noticed something funny. I wasn't getting my period, so I decided to go out and buy a pregnancy test. Well, when I got home from the store I took it up to the bathroom straight away, I was crying the whole ride home and while I was waiting for the test to give me the answer. When the answer showed up, I was so scared, I had to call somebody, and that somebody was you. I spent the rest of my evening soaking my duvet in tears. I couldn't sleep through the night, I was up every hour either running to the toilet or getting water. And then this morning in the shower I was feeling nauseous, so I jumped out and threw up my breakfast, Recently I cou-" I was cut off by Eleanor speaking up

"Emily, are you saying what I think you're saying" she asked looking worried.

"El, I'm trying to say, I'm pregnant." her mouth dropped to the floor, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Emily, oh my god!!" She was exited I guess, from her tone when she said that.

"I am not sure how far along I am, the last time I had sex was 3 days before the fight." I told her trying to hold back my tears from spilling out.

"Em, does Haz know your pregnant?"

"No, Harry has no idea."

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