By Chance of Fate

“I need a tall vanilla macchiato please,” I called out to the other baristas who were working with me. I had taken up extra shifts at my job at Starbucks to get my mind off of what happened with Harry, but it hadn't been working. In fact, nothing had. It had been about three weeks, and I was still distracted by it all of the time. Every time someone came into Starbucks, I hoped it would be him. Every time my phone went off, I hoped that it would somehow be him. But I knew it never would be, and that was the worst thing about it. I guess I knew what I was getting into when I got into it. I had just pushed it on to the back burner and not worried about it. I went into the back room to take my break. I hadn't been feeling good for the entire morning, in fact I hadn't been feeling good for the couple of mornings. That didn't matter, probably just a bug. I sat down with my water in the break room at the back of the building. I just had to remember that school would start in about five weeks and I would start my job at the Starbucks in Laramie. I was so close to college. I would get my credentials my freshman year, kind of establish myself at the University of Wyoming, and then go on to get my doctorate's in either Prosecuting Law or Astronomy. I had been planning my life since I was three years old, and I was ready for it to start happening. I started talking to one of my coworkers, and realized that after half an hour, I should probably get to work. It was about ten in the morning, and I was already queasy and had a pounding headache. Fantastic. I started to feel really sick, and had someone else man the cash register. I ran to the employee bathroom as fast as I could, and threw up what seemed like a week's worth of meals. Great, now I had to go home, missing a day's worth of pay. I found my manager, told her what happened, and made my way home. I turned on the radio in my car and listened as I stressed over my situation.
“And now, here's another chart topper from the biggest band in the world, One Direction,” the radio DJ announced much too cheerfully. I decided it wouldn't be the best idea to start crying while driving, especially since I had an hour's drive home, so I changed the radio to classic rock. I always listened to classic rock with my dad, so that genre of music comforted me. After an hour of Guns'n'Roses, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Queen, and many other various artists, I pulled into the driveway of my mom's house with my little red 1995 Chevy Corsica. It wasn't the newest car, but it ran, and it got great gas mileage. Since my mom was at work, I just went upstairs to my room. It was astounding to think that in a little over a month, this room wouldn't even be mine anymore, but some dorm room in Laramie would be. I suddenly felt this feeling in my chest, and ran to my bathroom. I vomited again, and decided it would be best to lay down for a while. Maybe I was getting sick from the heat, I mean, it was late July. I crawled under my pink covers on my bed, not even bothering to change out of my work clothes. All of a sudden, I was entirely exhausted. I woke up about half an hour later, and every half hour after that to throw up. I stopped getting sick about three thirty, and was fully awake by then. I actually felt fine. I sat around and watched TV until my mom got home, since there was nothing else to do. Then I just carried on my day as I usually would, and went to bed at a reasonable time, since I was suddenly exhausted again. The next morning, I got sick even earlier, at about eight in the morning, and I had to pee All THE TIME. I had the bladder of a camel, I almost never had to pee. Why was I only sick in the morning? I had made about three other sprints to the bathroom when I saw my unopened box of tampons sitting on my bathroom counter. That reminded me, had I had my period yet? I checked my period tracker app on my iPhone (I know that sounds tacky, but it's actually really handy!), and saw the date I was supposed to have started my period. I was two weeks late. I never had irregular periods, ever. I was always on time and functioned normal. Could I be...? No, I couldn't be. I called Madison in a panic.
“Hello?”
“Hey it's me. Could you drive me to Gillette right now, I don't think I can go by myself.”
“Why not?”
“I need to pick up some pregnancy tests.” Madison was dead silent for a minute, and then just said abruptly,
“I'm on my way.” She ended the call before I could say anything. Maddie knew what was going on, because she was the only person I told about what happened between Harry and I. I had to tell her, since when I got back to the hotel that night, I simply started bawling like a giant infant. As Madison sped into my driveway, I grabbed a handful of cash and rushed down the stairs and outside, still in my Starbucks uniform. As we drove to Gillette, we discussed the possibilities.
“I can't be pregnant.” I said. “I simply don't have the time right now. That and he used a condom and I was on the pill. There's no way!”
“Maybe your body is just being weird, since you don't have sex that often.” She said optimistically.
“I really hope so.” I said, and that was the extent of our conversation. We went to Walgreen’s and bought one of every pregnancy test there. We bought them, and then went into the bathroom so I could test them. I used them all, all fifteen of them, and each one of them said positive. I had Maddie go buy another one, so that way we could make sure they worked. Her's read negative, which meant that there was no mistake that the ones I used were correct. We threw away the tests, and drove back home. For the entire hour ride home, I sat quietly in my seat and just cried. We got home, and Maddie agreed to stay the night with me so I could talk to her. We went up to my room, and I grabbed the first thing I saw that had One Direction on it, and shattered it against my wall. I didn't know what it was, and I didn’t care. I went to my walls, and angrily ripped every One Direction poster off. I grabbed my bed set that I still had, and took some scissors to it. Maddie had been in the bathroom, and suddenly burst into my room when I was about halfway through my comforter. She came and grabbed me from behind, forced the scissors out of my hand, and sat down with me as I collapsed to the floor. She kind of just held me while I rocked back and forth letting out long, loud sobs.
“It's all his fault!” I yelled. “Why did I have to sleep with him? Why did he have to be such a rude asshole and do that? And to a fan!!” I cried for a few more minutes, and when I calmed down, Madison quietly asked me a question.
“So what are you going to do?”
“I have no clue.” I stated. “I can't just have a baby my freshman year of college, I've worked too hard to get where I am. Maybe I'll give it up for adoption. Or maybe I'll have an abortion...” I trailed off. I was pregnant. And not only was I pregnant, but I was pregnant with Harry Styles' baby. I carried what could be the potential legacy of Harry Styles, and he doesn't even know. He probably doesn’t' even remember who I am. I thought for a minute, and remembered that I had a lot of money left over from the concert, but was it enough? I got up off of Madison's lap, and got on my laptop. She just sat and watched me as I checked on line to see how much I had in my bank account. I then looked for One Direction tour dates, and found some cheap seats with meet and greet passes. I made sure it was within my budget, and ordered tickets for the next One Direction concert, which was in three days.
“I know what I'm going to do.” I announced.
“And what is that?” Madison asked with a large amount of curiosity in her voice.
“I'm going to go inform Harry Styles that he's going to be a father.”

Notes

BAM! In your face! Lol I tried to make this chapter kind of dramatic and emotional, but I had a bit of a writers block in the middle. Tell me what you guys thought!! Also, Chapter Seven is in progress and this is when kind and loving Harry will come in for those of you who wanted him. You guys can comment, send me a message, or comment on my forum Reader's Choice on what kind of Harry you want. Remember it can change throughout the story if everyone wants something different! Also a question from the last chapter's notes: I was selfish and made my first story about me lol! So I wanted to know if you guys thought that I should change the picture of Heather to my picture or someone who looked like me. I thought this might be easier because like in the last chapter I said "he stared into my blue eyes", and Jordin Sparks has brown eyes. I don't even look like Jordin Sparks, I just really admire her... And don't worry if I use a picture of me, it will be much better than my profile picture. So anyways let me know you guys!! I really love feedback so comment or send me a message on anything you guys think about my story or any answers to my questions. Also, if you guys have any questions feel free to ask! Also, some of these locations and events might not match dates I'm just kind of bending facts (such as tour dates and locations) to fit the story. For example, the Arizona concert is in October but I made it in like late June. Sorry these notes are so long but I'm kind of a blabber mouth. Also, go check out my forum titled Harry's House in California and tell me what you guys think about it!! And thanks for over 1,000 views!! I know that's not really a lot, but that's HUGE for me! It means a lot you guys and I love you all so much for it! Bye guys!!