Oh god.
Staring down at the pregnancy test in my shaking hands, I didn't know what to do.
After three weeks of morning sickness and bellyaches, my best friend, Ariana, had convinced me to take a pregnancy test.
I was praying for it to come out negative. God forbid my prayers be answered.
"A-Ari." I stuttered, walking out of the bathroom with the test in hand.
She didn't have to ask any questions. She could tell by the look on my face. The first sob left my lips when she pulled me into a hug and told me that everything would be fine.
But that's just it, everything won't be fine.
After screwing around with Harry for all these months. Life finally managed to fuck me over. I'm just nineteen, I have my whole life ahead of me. A baby wasn't supposed to be in the picture.
"What should I do?" I held onto my best friend impossibly tighter. Ariana always had all the answers, she always knew what was best for me and herself. She had warned me about thrusting myself into this unhealthy relationship beforehand. For the first time in my whole life, I felt alone. Even Ariana couldn't help me out of the hole I've dug for myself.
"I-I...first of all, Y/N, I think you should let the father know." She threaded her fingers through my knotted hair.
"He'll kill me. Harry doesn't want a baby Ari, he's going to kill me." I panicked.
"I'm sure he won't kill you Y/N. It's only fair for you to find out how he feels about this."
Nevermind how Harry will take this. How will my parents take the news?
I can't just call and tell them that I'm pregnant for a thirty-two year old man.
They'll surely disown me.
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Seven hours later, I found myself standing outside of Styles Co.
After debating with myself, I had decided to make Harry aware of my pregnancy.
Whether he decides to kick me out of his life or accept his baby, I was still fucked. I just hope he would chose the latter.
Walking into the familiar building, I headed straight to the elevator. I was no longer required to stop at the receptionist's desk since I've been coming here for eight months.
On the way up, I memorised the speech that I had ran over in my head so many times.
When the doors of the elevator opened however, I simply wanted to turn around and go home.
Strangely enough. Harry's personal assistant wasn't at her desk today.
Maybe that's a good thing.
She's always hated my existence for some reason unknown to me. I seriously don't think I could handle her at the moment.
So, taking a deep breath, I opened the office doors.
Coming here, I thought I'd be prepared for anything.
What I certainly wasn't prepared for however, was the sight of Harry thrusting into his stark naked assistant, who was sprawled out on top of his desk.
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