The Photograph
Chapter 17
The rest of the trip in London flew by quickly. Harry and I were up late the last night, doing some rather dirty things that I never thought I would do but Harry convinced me with his soothing moves in which I caved in to. London was one of the best times of my life and I couldn’t wait for a few more months until I was old enough to live there, and to be with Harry.
It had been two weeks since I left London, in the comfort of my own home but missing London and Harry’s home terribly, along with Harry of course. I woke up one Saturday morning early and ran to the bathroom throwing up everywhere. I flushed the toilet and stared into the water, a million things running through my head. There was no way I could be pregnant… Maybe food poisoning? Just the flu? I crawled into my bed and called Chelsea telling her about it. She rushed over with many different things to help my stomach. Nothing seemed to be working, Harry had been texting me but I’d been ignoring them due to not feeling well and throwing up every 5 minutes. I ended up in bed all day long but also throwing up everything I ate as well.
This process lasted all week until it finally seemed to stop but it started up a few days later. This was becoming ridiculous, Chelsea had asked if I had slept with Harry. I told her the honest truth and she left, saying she would be back in a few hours. Hours later, Chelsea came in the door with two bags filled with small boxes, inside the boxes were pregnancy tests.
“Chels…” I sighed deeply.
She shut my door, locking it and shoving the bags towards me. Inside were also large water bottles filled with water, some different flavors. I went into my bathroom and kept the door open while Chelsea sat on my bed, there was no vision into my bathroom possible from my bed so it was fine. I took multiple tests a time and sat there drinking water hoping it would stream through me fast. When I finished with the 20th test, I had them all laid on my counter. I stood up and walked over to them with Chelsea walking in. Some had beeped, others hadn’t.
“Wait, the plus means pregnant right?” You look at her.
“Uh…. Yeah.” She paused, staring at all 17 pink plus signs.
My eyes watered up and I hung my head down, she pulled me into a hug and I cried the rest of the day in disbelief. I didn’t even bother answering Harry’s texts or calls. There’s no way I can tell him, there is just no way. This would ruin the bands reputation, Harry’s reputation, Harry isn’t ready to be a dad! He needs to focus on his career! We’re so young, this can’t be happening…
Weeks had passed by, I turned 18 two weeks ago and I had stopped talking to Harry about 6 weeks ago. I told him I didn’t think it was right to continue with it if I felt it wasn’t going anywhere. So we stopped talking and he was leaving me alone. I was now 3 months pregnant as I found out when I went to the doctor after I told Chelsea and took the test. Harry has no clue about the pregnancy or the baby, nor have I mentioned it at all. There’s no way I can tell him, he’ll hate me forever if I ruined his dream and something he loves.
One afternoon, I laid in bed watching TV while rubbing the smallest baby bump that I began to notice while not wearing a shirt or wearing a tight one. My phone buzzed on my blanket next to me, I picked it up and saw a text from Liam, wow.
Text: Hey Emma haven’t heard from you in forever… Just wanted to see how you were doing and if your okay. Just because you stopped talking to Harry doesn’t mean you can’t secretly talk to the rest of us or be friends with Harry. Miss you, come visit soon. Your 18 now aren’t you?! Move to London!
I smiled at the text but my smile was washed away fast onceI thought about Harry and now thinking about the baby. Tears dwelled up in my eyes as the thoughts came to me.
The next few weeks were tough, my parents knew about the pregnancy and accepted my decision to keep quiet about it for now. I really wanted the baby to be raised in London and born there because that’s where I wanted to be. So I convinced my parents, Chelsea convinced her parents and we were now on our way to London. Our parents had took a trip and searched for flats for us, they found the perfect one. Each of us had a room and there was a room for the baby when it arrived. For a whole month, my dad had it all re-done to the flat was brand new now. New floors, new paint, new furniture, new appliances and kitchen tops in the kitchen. The bathrooms were re-done and everything looked so perfect and modern. The baby nursery I would do when I came closer to having the baby, I said I’d hire someone. I’m only 5 months into the pregnancy.
This wasn’t going to be the easiest task, but this is what I wanted for my baby and I had hopes that one day, Harry will meet his little daughter or son but after seeing all these headlines about One Direction, I know it’s too soon to tell him about this.
It had been two weeks since I left London, in the comfort of my own home but missing London and Harry’s home terribly, along with Harry of course. I woke up one Saturday morning early and ran to the bathroom throwing up everywhere. I flushed the toilet and stared into the water, a million things running through my head. There was no way I could be pregnant… Maybe food poisoning? Just the flu? I crawled into my bed and called Chelsea telling her about it. She rushed over with many different things to help my stomach. Nothing seemed to be working, Harry had been texting me but I’d been ignoring them due to not feeling well and throwing up every 5 minutes. I ended up in bed all day long but also throwing up everything I ate as well.
This process lasted all week until it finally seemed to stop but it started up a few days later. This was becoming ridiculous, Chelsea had asked if I had slept with Harry. I told her the honest truth and she left, saying she would be back in a few hours. Hours later, Chelsea came in the door with two bags filled with small boxes, inside the boxes were pregnancy tests.
“Chels…” I sighed deeply.
She shut my door, locking it and shoving the bags towards me. Inside were also large water bottles filled with water, some different flavors. I went into my bathroom and kept the door open while Chelsea sat on my bed, there was no vision into my bathroom possible from my bed so it was fine. I took multiple tests a time and sat there drinking water hoping it would stream through me fast. When I finished with the 20th test, I had them all laid on my counter. I stood up and walked over to them with Chelsea walking in. Some had beeped, others hadn’t.
“Wait, the plus means pregnant right?” You look at her.
“Uh…. Yeah.” She paused, staring at all 17 pink plus signs.
My eyes watered up and I hung my head down, she pulled me into a hug and I cried the rest of the day in disbelief. I didn’t even bother answering Harry’s texts or calls. There’s no way I can tell him, there is just no way. This would ruin the bands reputation, Harry’s reputation, Harry isn’t ready to be a dad! He needs to focus on his career! We’re so young, this can’t be happening…
Weeks had passed by, I turned 18 two weeks ago and I had stopped talking to Harry about 6 weeks ago. I told him I didn’t think it was right to continue with it if I felt it wasn’t going anywhere. So we stopped talking and he was leaving me alone. I was now 3 months pregnant as I found out when I went to the doctor after I told Chelsea and took the test. Harry has no clue about the pregnancy or the baby, nor have I mentioned it at all. There’s no way I can tell him, he’ll hate me forever if I ruined his dream and something he loves.
One afternoon, I laid in bed watching TV while rubbing the smallest baby bump that I began to notice while not wearing a shirt or wearing a tight one. My phone buzzed on my blanket next to me, I picked it up and saw a text from Liam, wow.
Text: Hey Emma haven’t heard from you in forever… Just wanted to see how you were doing and if your okay. Just because you stopped talking to Harry doesn’t mean you can’t secretly talk to the rest of us or be friends with Harry. Miss you, come visit soon. Your 18 now aren’t you?! Move to London!
I smiled at the text but my smile was washed away fast onceI thought about Harry and now thinking about the baby. Tears dwelled up in my eyes as the thoughts came to me.
The next few weeks were tough, my parents knew about the pregnancy and accepted my decision to keep quiet about it for now. I really wanted the baby to be raised in London and born there because that’s where I wanted to be. So I convinced my parents, Chelsea convinced her parents and we were now on our way to London. Our parents had took a trip and searched for flats for us, they found the perfect one. Each of us had a room and there was a room for the baby when it arrived. For a whole month, my dad had it all re-done to the flat was brand new now. New floors, new paint, new furniture, new appliances and kitchen tops in the kitchen. The bathrooms were re-done and everything looked so perfect and modern. The baby nursery I would do when I came closer to having the baby, I said I’d hire someone. I’m only 5 months into the pregnancy.
This wasn’t going to be the easiest task, but this is what I wanted for my baby and I had hopes that one day, Harry will meet his little daughter or son but after seeing all these headlines about One Direction, I know it’s too soon to tell him about this.
Notes
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