I stare at the test in my hand and freeze.
Shit! No! No! No!
I can't be pregnant. Not with Harry Styles' fucking baby! How will I tell him?
The door opens, and Harry walks in, wearing black jeans and a tight white shirt.
He freezes when he sees my face. "Sapphire? Baby, what's wrong?"
He steps forward and sits on the bed beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders.
I show him the test and he gasps.
"You're pregnant!" he exclaims.
"No shit, sherlock."
He gets off the bed and paces the room. "Who with?"
I blink, shocked. "What do you mean, who with? Oh wait, it's with my imaginary friend, Bob. With you, you Idiot!"
He rakes his hand through his hair. "I'm too young to be a dad. I still have my whole life ahead of me. Heck, I still have songs to write for my band."
"Your band is more important than me?" I whisper, as tears start to roll down my cheeks. "Than us?" I put my hand to my stomach. I've only known that I was pregnant for about ten minutes, but already I was in love with the tiny human inside me.
He frowns. "Of course not! You're more important than anything. Look, we'll work through this okay? But I can't promise you I'll be a good dad."
I sigh and wrap my arms around him and he puts his around me. "You'll be a great dad."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'll kick your ass if you're not."
He laughs, kissing my head. "Should we call up the doctor? Ask for the first scan to be scheduled?"
I smile. "Of course."

1. Finding Out

   Harry finds out