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Out of the Darkness

Well, Shit

Sam POV:

I wake early the next morning, held tight in Harry’s arms, to a weird feeling in the bottom of my stomach. Panic shoots through me as I struggle to release myself from Harry’s grasp, my hand clamped over my mouth.

My sudden movements cause Harry stir and to loosen his grasp on me, confused. Finally free, I leap out of the bed, stumbling towards the bathroom as fast as I can. I don’t make it. I collapse onto my hands and knees as the contents of my stomach make a reappearance onto the carpet.

“Shit, Sam” Harry mutters, scrambling out of the bed and pulling my hair out of the way as my body heaves. Finally it stops, and Harry scoops me up, one hand supporting my thighs, the other behind my back, as he carries me into the bathroom, placing me on the floor by the toilet. I am now painfully aware of the sharp ache in my lower area, reminding me of our activities last night. Maybe my body wasn't ready for that? Maybe that's why I'm sick?

My eyes water as my trembling hands accept the cool glass of water that Harry brings to me.
“Are you okay?” he asks with concern, sitting next to me on the floor and wrapping a supportive arm around my shoulders.

“I don’t know what happened. I just woke up, and then…” my voice trails off as I look down at my lap. Then I become aware of our nakedness, and a blush reaches my cheeks.

“Harry…” He looks at me in confusion, but he catches on when I try to cover myself with my arms.

“Samantha, don’t hide. You’re beautiful.” He insists, but I give him a pleading look, and he sighs, walking out to get us some clothes. I can’t help myself from admiring his backside as he goes out.

Harry POV:

Shaking my head at Sam’s stubbornness, I carefully avoid the puddle of vomit on the floor, making my way across the room. I throw on my boxer briefs from last night before grabbing a pair of panties and a T shirt for Sam.

I return to the bathroom to find her bent over the toilet once again, heaving into it. I drop the clothes in the doorway, and rush to her side, rubbing her back until she’s finished. Tears track down her delicate cheeks, and I pull her onto my lap, holding her tight as I rub her back. I just want to make her pain go away.

“I’m going to call Jennie,” I murmur into her hair, pulling out my phone. Sam nods, and leans into my chest heavily.

I have Jennie on speed dial, and she picks up by the fourth ring.

“What Harry.” She croaks. Sounds like someone had a little too much fun at the club last night.

“Jennie, I need you to come over. Sam’s been vomiting this morning.” I tell her, hoping that she can come. Then I hear a faint voice in the background on the other line.

“Who’s that, Jen? Come back to bed.” Groans Niall. I grin. Sounds like I wasn’t the only one who got lucky last night.

“I spent the night here, I’ll be right down Harry,” come’s Jennies tired response. Hanging up, I grab Sam’s shirt and underwear, and start helping her into it.

“Jennie’s coming love,” I assure her as she pulls her hair into a sweaty pony tail. Samantha stiffens in my arms, and I let go of her. She leans over and is sick into the toilet once more. I wait for her, rubbing her back. Now I’m starting to get a little worried, her body is still weak from her coma, and she won’t be able to fight off illness as easily. At that moment, I hear someone burst into the bedroom.

“We’re in here!” I call, and Jennie comes through the door of the bathroom just in time to see Sam dry heaving into the toilet.

“Oh my…”

Sam rinses out her mouth, and Jennie crouches down in front of her, concern in her eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” She asks

“Like crap.” Mutters Samantha, and I crack a strained smile.

“What happened?” Jennie questions as she feels Sam’s forehead.

“Well…” she glances at me, blushing. “I woke up this morning, feeling like I was going to puke, and I didn’t quite make it to the bathroom...”

“Okay, does your stomach hurt now?” asks Jennie. Sam’s eyebrows furrow together.

“No, right now I feel fine, just weak, and I have a bit of a headache.” Jennie nods, and seems to think of something;

“Have you been having stomach aches at all the past few days?” She asks

Sam nods, “yeah, off and on …I thought it was just nerves though.”

“She puked on the morning of our first day in court,” I point out, hoping that this information is helpful.

Jennie gets up, and leaves the bathroom for a minute. She comes back holding a piece of scrap paper and a pen. She places the paper on the floor, and seems to be drawing a grid. She scribbles a few things, and then flips the paper so that Sam and I can see. It’s a calendar of the last few weeks.

“What…” I begin, but Jennie silences me.

"Okay, I need you to answer me seriously," She insists, looking at Sam and me seriously. "Have you two had sex yet, and if so when?" My mouth falls open. What the fuck?!

"That's none of your busi...."

"Answer me." Jenni interrupts, and from her tone I can tell that she's not joking around. I glance quickly at Sam whose cheeks are bright red as she intensely examines her hands. I guess i'm answering this question then...

"Last night was our first and only time." I inform quietly as I take Sam's hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Jennie nods, taking in this information before turning back to Sam.

“Sam, when was your last menstruation?” Okay, now I’m so confused. What the hell does that have to do with this?!

“Umm, like two weeks before the concert, why?” Responds Sam quietly, looking as confused as I feel. Jennie gets this weird look on her face, and all of a sudden Sam’s body becomes rigid next to mine. Her face goes sheet white, and she’s looking at Jennie with horror. Then she leans over and vomits into the toilet again. I have a feeling she’s not vomiting because of any illness...

“Jennie?” I ask, hoping for some explanation.

“I think th-that Sam may be pregnant,” whispers Jennie, looking defeated. “With Matthew’s child.”