The Phantom

Annabelle is an aspiring southern actress. She just moved from a small Georgia town to Atlanta. While on her way to a call back she is run into by a curly haired, green eyed, Brit. That one moment while she was running late to her audition will change her life forever

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14. Sick

"You are coming back. NOW!" Niall shouted from the other room.

I had forgotten to warn Harry of his arrival, and now He and I were both paying the price. Liam had showed up an Hour after we went back to the hotel, Fuming. Lilly had helped him take his mind off things, but now, now it was time to face reality.

"We still have another 3 days!" Harry shouted back. I looked across the room, my eyes meeting Zayn's. I watched as a ghost of a smile appeared at the corners of his lips, disappearing as soon as it appeared. Niall and Harry's argument had calmed to a raised voice talk, no longer shouting back and forth. There voices barley addable through the wall.

Liam cleared his throat, pulling my attention to him and away from argument in the other room. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. His eyes didn't meet mine. "For you know" he paused, motioning with this hands around the room "This."

"Don't be. You had no control over Harry." I reassured him. My hands were starting to sweat. The moonlight seeped in through the window and set a borderline creepy mood.

I let my eyes wander to the bedroom door. It had gone silent. I guessed that was not a good sign. I felt my palms start to become moist. I watched the door, hopping the longer and harder I stared at it, the easier it would be to see through it.

My breath ceased as I saw the handle slowly turn. I whipped my head around, hoping, to appear as if I had not been staring at the door the entire time.

I listened to their footsteps get closer, my eyes never leaving the floor with its, suddenly, very fascinating floral pattern. My eyes stayed in the same place as a pair of boots came into view, obscuring my sight of the carpet. "Can we talk?" Harry's voice shook as he asked me those three very heavy words.

I lifted my self off he couch, my eyes never meeting his gaze. I followed him to the room, my feet seaming to get heavier and heavier with each step I took.

My stomach started to churn as he closed the door behind us. I was nauseous. But not in the normal way. I felt like I had just eaten a corn dog at the fair, subsequently riding the tilt-a-whirl.

II had never felt like this in my life. The room was spinning, and my body was on fire.

"Uh, Annabelle? You're looking a bit ill." Harry's concerned voice came from across the gloomy room.

I didn't bother looking in his direction, knowing that just the smallest of movement would cause me to be sick. my stomach churned. All the air seemed to be sucked from the room. I felt His stare on me as my breathing became more staggered and rough sounding.

"Do you need to go to Hospital?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.

"mmmhhhmmm" I hummed. afraid to open my mouth to answer, or nod.

I heard him retreat from the room, but didn't care to look up. Knowing that doing so would have caused me to spew what was left in my stomach across the floor of the tiny bedroom.


"Would you mind if we had a minute alone?" The doctor asked. I hadn't bothered to learn his name. I nodded, giving the remaining people in the room a pointed look. 

"Wait! Lilly!" I called. My sister had met us at the hospital after Liam called her. She turned. Confusion written all over her face. "Please stay?" I asked. I turned back to the doctor. "Anything that I need to know, my sister has a right to know also."

He nodded, and we watched my sister make her way back to my bed, sitting down on the side.

"Well, You are not dying, and you are not sick." he said, a smile played across his chapped lips.

"Then what in Cory Montieth's name is wrong with her?" Lilly screeched. I closed my eyes, lying back down on the pillow.

"That's just it. Nothing is wrong with her." I peaked through one eye as he continued. "You're pregnant."

My heart stopped, and my stomach rose to my throat. I'm dreaming. That's the only explanation. There is no way I am pregnant at my age. This can't be happening. Not with the play and everything just falling into place. This is a disasterMy head was spinning. There was no way this was true. I had never had unprotected sex.

"WHAT?!" Lilly shouted. "There is no way she is pregnant. Tell him Annabelle. Besides, who would the father be. It's not like you're in a relationship or anything. And you don't go out, so it can't be some random guys that you hooked up with."

That's when it hit me. The costume closet at practice three weeks ago with Braeden. "Practice. Three weeks ago, with the guy who plays Raoul."

"What?! How could you not tell me!? Oh My Gosh!" She paced the length of the room, her hands fisted so tight her knuckles were white.

"You can come back in guys!" I called, not wanting to be alone in the room with Lilly and He Who Shall Not Be Named. I was still to lazy to actually learn his name, so I figured why not just call him after Voldemort. He did just give me life altering news, after all.

The door opened, and the two guys entered, their heads down.

"I will have the nurse come by with your discharge papers. And I suggest that you make an appointment with an OB/GYN." With that, He Who Shall Not Be Named, and the nurse walked out of the cramped room.

"What is an OCHGTV?" Harry Asked. "And I thought you weren't sick?"

"It's OB/GYN you doofis, and I'm not." He continued to stare at me, waiting for me to go on. Liam had taken a seat next to my sister, not paying any attention to me or Harry. "An OB/GYN is a type of female doctor. They specialize is pregnant women, and stuff like that."

"Then why do you need to go see a GYTBO?" he asked, not grasping what I had just hinted at.

"Again, OB/GYN, and because I'm pregnant." The moment the words were out of my mouth his head snapped up. His eyes bugged out of his head.

"You're kidding. You have to be kidding. There is no way you are pregnant." Harry paced the room, taking the same rout as Lilly had not five minutes earlier.

"I'm not kidding Harry." I watched him. He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him, taking all the air and noise with him

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