Harry Styles Short Stories

Guitar Man Pt. 4*

////February 20, 2016 | Malibu, CA\\\\

"I've never felt this sick," I cried. My fingers clutched the toilet bowl, my head pressed against the cold porcelain. Harry's fingers diligently pulled my hair back into ponytail.

"How long have you been like this today, baby?" Harry asked. His hands rubbed my back soothingly. Concern was thick in his voice. He had just gotten home from work, and found me on the bathroom floor, a common occurrence lately.

"Been puking for like an hour," I whine. I lean into the toilet again and gag, but nothing comes out. Harry continues to rub my back.

"Um, ok. Gonna grab you some water. I'll be right back," Harry speaks before he's standing and walking out of the bathroom. I move from the toilet to lay on the bathroom floor. Harry comes back and sits next to me on the cold tile.

"Here," he hands me a glass of water, which I gratefully accepts. My body is telling me to chug the water until it's gone, but my brain says to take slow sips so i'm not vomiting it up again in a few minutes. Harry's hand runs up and down my thigh.

"Maybe I should see a doctor? I just don't know what could be causing this," I sigh. Harry continues to comfort me in anyway he can.

"Sophie, I'm sorry for asking this, but could you possibly be pregnant?" he asks. I look up at him trying to read his expression, but I'm unable to put my finger on exactly what he's feeling. I'm sure my expression is similar as well because pregnancy is a strange topic for me.

"Um, well I don't know. It's really unlikely I can actually get pregnant Harry, I guess I didn't get my period last month but that's not uncommon for me," I try to explain. I had weak ovaries, one was fully nonfunctioning so I basically only had one left, but doctors had been telling me from a young age, getting pregnant was going to be impossible or nearly impossible for me.

"I know, but maybe," Harry sighed. I knew he wanted a baby, and it broke my heart that it wasn't certain I could give him one. We've been married for about a year and we've considered adoption so it would be a miracle  if I found out I was pregnant.

"We could run to the drug store, maybe buy a few tests," I nod my head. His eyes brighten.

"Please don't get your hopes up, baby. It's pretty unlikely," I remind him. He's standing in an instance, extending his hand to help me up.
I take it and he pulls me into a standing position.

"You feeling alright, love? I can run and get one or call someone to bring us some if you don't want to be left alone," he explains. I shake my head.

"No, no. I'm fine. Let's go get a pregnancy test," I smile at him. We leave the house and get in the car. His hand stays on my thigh the entire ride to the drug store. On the way there, my mind wanders. I imagine Harry holding my baby bump, speaking sweet words to the baby inside. I see him rocking the newborn at the hospital, tears in his eyes as he looks down at his child. I see them reading bed time stories, making cookies together, I see us singing together on car rides. A smile has graced my lips as I imagine what a child with Harry would be like. A squeeze to my thigh pulls me out of my daydream and I have to remind myself that I'm probably not pregnant and should not get too excited.

"We're here," he informs me. I smile over at him and unbuckle my seat belt before getting out of the car.

We walk into the drug store and buy several packs of pregnancy tests. The lady at the checkout stand gives us a judging look, but I brush it off. Harry's hand stays placed on my lower back our entire trip to the store. I can tell he is stressing though because every minute he's running his hands through his long brown hair. On our walk to the car I look up at him.