Adore You [H.S]

44 // Don't Call Me Baby Again

"What does it say?" Harry asks again from the other side of the closed bathroom door.

"I don't know," I call back, staring down at the upside-down white stick. "I haven't flipped it over yet."

"Can I come in?" He asks softly, so quiet I almost couldn't hear him through the thick wood.

"Yeah," I mutter, hesitantly unlocking the door for him to join me in the bathroom.

Harry slowly opens the door, probably staying cautious so he wouldn't hit me with the door and knock me out.

"How long do we have to wait?" He questions, chewing on his bottom lip.

"3 minutes," I say, not even taking a single glance at him. "it's been like 30 seconds."

After letting out a long sigh, he walks over to the toilet, takes a seat in the closed lid and runs a hand stressfully through his hair.

He was obviously anxious. Deep down, I regretted telling him. Now he's going to get all worked up for nothing and it'll be all my fault.

But at the same time, he heard Jess and I arguing from all the way upstairs. If I hadn't told him what we were fighting about, he would've been left wondering and could've come up with some reason that it was his fault that we were fighting. Or he would feel like I was keeping something from him, which would probably lessen his trust in me.

So maybe it was a good thing I told him. Not only did it give him his answers, but it will hopefully give Jess some closure so she can drop the whole "me being pregnant" thing. I mean, come on. What are the odds that I would be pregnant with Harry Styles' baby?

"How long has it been now?" Harry asks again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Um," I think out loud, checking the timer I set on my phone just after I washed my hands. "It's been a minute and 15 seconds."

He groans and bounces his leg up and down repeatedly. I wanted to see the results too, but I was willing to wait another minute and 45 seconds.

Him? Not so much.

"What are we going to do if it says you're pregnant?" He croaks out, not really wanting to ask, but wanting to know the answer.

"Well, first things first, I'll have to go formally apologize to Jess for not believing her," I say, sighing. "Then I'll get an earful from her about how she's "psychic" and "can predict everything."

"No," he says quickly, just after I've finished my sentence. "Like what are we going to do? Not Jess. Not anyone else. Just you and me."

I furrow my eyebrows as I take a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

"I don't- I don't know," I say truthfully, staring intently at the cabinet under the sink. "I guess I haven't really thought past taking the test."

"It's just," he sucks in a breath, "my tour starts in April a-and ends in October. If you are pregnant, I just don't want to miss the birth of the baby...or any milestones, for that matter."

"Well," I sigh heavily, "then we'll have to work something out I guess. But let's just see if we need to worry before we actually start worrying."

He nods his head slowly, looking down. He clears his throat, bringing his ringless hand up to his mouth.

"You and Jess yelled quite a bit," he says to change to the subject, still staring at the floor, "was there any other reason for your bickering?"

I sighed. I know I should tell him about the picture. But what if it doesn't get out? What if it disappears in 24 hours and then it's like it never happened?

But, just like the pregnancy thing, there's still always that chance. So he deserves to be given a warning.

"Yes, actually. Jess too-"

I was cut off by the ringing of my phone, signaling that the timer was up and it was time to look at the test. My heart dropped to my stomach.

I look over at Harry, and he looks at me before looking over at the white stick sitting on the countertop.

"Do we look now?" He asks nervously, standing up.

"I think so," I say shakily, hovering over the test. Harry soon stands by my side, staring down at it as well.

I wasn't nervous until now. Now that the test had the results and they were just sitting there in front of me, butterflies swarmed inside my stomach.

I felt sick to my stomach, and it wasn't from the potential pregnancy. Though I knew for a fact it would be negative, I still couldn't help but wonder.

Honestly, I felt bad. Harry was stressed out about his tour and all and here I am now wondering what our baby would look. Maybe that's because I'm filled with doubt and he's filled with worry.

"Lili," Harry says softly, placing his hand on my back gently, "are you ready to turn it over?"

It flattered me that no matter how much he wanted to know the results, he still made sure I was ready.

"Yeah," I say, nodding my head vigorously, reaching my hand down to flip it over. But just as my fingers wrap around it, I feel the need to put it down. "Wait."

Harry looks at me worriedly. "What's the problem?"

"I'm scared," I admit, my anxiety levels rising up more and more by the millisecond, "what if I'm pregnant?"

"Then we're going to have a baby together," he says, forcing a small smile. His face wasn't glowing as usual. He looked queasy and I could tell he was just as—if not more—nervous as I was.

I look down at the pregnancy test beneath my fingers, still face-down. I try to pick it up, but my muscles freeze, like I was physically unable to pick it up.

"Turn it over whenever you're ready," Harry says in a quiet voice, "no pressure."

I take a deep breath and leave the test there, on the verge of tears. I wasn't sure why I couldn't pick it up. It weighs like less than a pound, but my body for some reason was acting like it weighed more than my car.

"Can you do it?" I ask, looking up at him. He looked slightly taken back at first, but then he began to nod.

"Yeah," he says, his soothing voice almost completely inaudible, "yeah I can."

With ease, he picks the test up and looks down at him. His eyebrows furrow together as he tries to read the small stick in his fingers. His brows draw closer together in confusion.

"Nothing," he says, shaking his head as he still looks down at it, "I see nothing." He tears his eyes up to meet my stare. "What does that mean?"

"That means it's negative," I say, holding my hand out for him to hand it to me. He places it in my hands before peering over my shoulder as I try to read it for myself.

He was right. There wasn't anything in the circle. Not even a faint line. It was completely blank.

I wasn't pregnant.

"So...no baby?" Harry asks, his breathing slowing down.

"No baby," I say, throwing the test in the garbage can.

"Well that's...good," Harry says, but it comes out as more of a question.

"Now you don't have to worry about tour," I say, focusing on the bright side. "And we have that stress off our shoulders for our trip to Anguilla."

Why did I feel almost...disappointed? A baby would be one of the worst possible things to happen to Harry and me right now.

"That's true," he says, shrugging.

I felt the urge to hug him. So I did.

And he held me, tight.

And we stood there for a while, holding each other.

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