Finding Change

Meet Florence de Vere. Flo for short. She's from one of the richest families in London, her parents wanting her to take on the family business. But she has other ideas. She wants to sing, much to her mothers dismay. She's never fit into her mothers lifestyle, the formal dresses and boring parties.
Meet Harry Styles. Part of the big boyband One Direction. 5 years ago his life changed, when he became part of the best thing in his life. But his life took a change for the worst. He started hanging around with the wrong crowd, smoking things he shouldn't, doing things that he shouldn't, piercing and tattooing his body. The other boys try and support him but his job may be coming to an end.
When these two people meet for a one night stand, could both individuals get something they both want out of the result?


5. Chapter 5

*Two weeks later*
I placed it back on the side and braced my hands on the bathroom sink, looking into the mirror. 
I was so shocked at how different I looked. I was white, and the bags under my eyes showed lack of sleep. My hair was in a greasy mess on top of my head. 
I thought I was just sick. For the past week now I've felt like crap, being sick all the time. My mother has kept me in bed, making me have all these home remedies. She hates seeing me ill. 
I also thought that eventually my period would come, but it hasn't. I was a week late. 
I took the decision this morning to buy a pregnancy test. It was so awkward walking into the chemist and ask for two. It was even more awkward when she asked if I'd done one before, and when I'd shaken my head, she explained how to do it. I came out with my cheeks on fire. 
I looked at my watch.

Two more minutes left.

Panic started to rise up in me. I'd only just turned eighteen for gods sake, I couldn't look after a child. Just thinking of what my parents would say, especially my mother, made my blood run cold. She'd probably kick me out. She kicked Maddy out and she hadn't even gotten pregnant. 
And what about university? Why would they accept someone who had a baby she had to look after? They wouldn't. They'd think she couldn't handle it. 
And it wasn't even my fault! If it wasn't for Harry Styles, this never would have happened. Oh god, what is he going to think? He's slept with so many people, I wonder how many children he actually has. I wonder if he even remembers me. And the press would have a field day with me. Making up stories. I actually feel sorry for Harry, he's not going to come out of this in the good. 
I looked at my watch and time was up. I took a deep breath in and grabbed the stick. I stared at it as tears welled in my eyes. 

It was positive. 

I dropped it into the sink as I let the first sob out. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Why me? 
My hands raised to my tiny belly. There's currently a life forming in there. Strangely it warmed my heart. I was actually going to have a baby. My emotions changed immediately and I started crying. Not for bad but for good. I was going to do the best for my baby and love it with all my heart. I would raise it alone if I had to. I took a deep breath in and wiped the makeup from under my eyes.  


I made my way out of the bathroom and into my room, grabbing my keys and guitar.

"I'm going out!" I shout to my mother and drive to Maddy's shop. It's still in the afternoon so I make my way through the shop where she is speaking to a customer. I smile weakly at her and she immediately knows something's wrong.

"I'll be there in a minute," she smiles sympathetically at me. 
I take to my stool in my room and strum my guitar, singing a very fitting song.

"You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright."
Maddy knocks on the door and comes in.

"That bad huh?" She asks.

"What's wrong?" She says, seeing the tears fall down my face.

"I'm pregnant," I tell her, watching her face. But she doesn't flinch.

"And how do you feel?" She asks me.

"I don't know," I reply.

"Are you keeping it?" She asks me again.

"Of course!" I reply.

"Well then it's settled. I'll be here for, even if mother isn't," she says, sensing my worries. "Have you told the father?" She asks.

"No. I don't know if I should," I tell her honestly. Should I tell Harry?

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