•T h i n g s Happen For A R e a s o n•A 1D RP•Full•

[misfit,]

Harry frowned and rose his eyebrow at Chachi. "You've never eaten that much food before. And did you just throw up? You're pale and you look green." he asked worrying about his girlfriend.

[khaleesi,]

Chachi nodded. "Ya. Why wouldn't I be?" She said smiling a fake smile. The girl then thought back. Oh no. "Harry. I think we need to get something at the store after breakfast."

[misfit,]

Harry bit his lip looking at her. Flicking his hair around her sighed. "Like what?" he asked her. You know that feeling in your stomach you get when you're nervous or scared? Well he had that feeling right now. What was she thinking? No, what was he thinking? He didn't even know. She can't be pregnant, can she? They've only done it once. Why did he even want to? Why did he even drink that much? It was all a big mistake, and he regretted ever going to that club, and drinking a lot.

[khaleesi,]

Once they finished breakfast she drove to wal mart. She walked in and headed to the beauty/femine section and grabbed a box of pregnancy tests. She walked out after she bought it and hopped inthe car and drove home. She walked in and looked at Harry. "I will be right in the bathroom. The remote to the tv should be on the coffee table." She took the test waiting for results. Positive. She looked at it and cried. She walked out and sat next to Harry after throwing the tester away. "Harry. I'm pregnant."

[misfit,]

Harry nodded, grabbing the remote and turned on Tom and Jerry. Sighing, he flicked his hair around, taking off his shows and brought his knees up to his chest. He looked over at Chachi, and bit his lip. Hearing the result, his face went white, and eyes widened. "Are you sure? Can't you take one again? What if the thing isn't working?" he said. Getting up, he rubbed his forehead with his palm. "Ughh, dammit! Why did I ever even go to that stupid club and get drunk? This is all my fault! This is going to ruin my career, and now I'm going to be known as 'Harry Styles: The Guy who Got a Famous Dancer Pregnant'!"

[khaleesi,]

"Harry. It's not your fault." Chachi said. "Your career is important I understand that, but my mom is already disowning me. I am so sorry Harry." She said crying. What of this ruined Harrys life. She looked at her stomach. "My mom was right. I'm not responsible enough." She said and walked outside the back and sat on her patio.

[misfit,]

"No, Chachi. It is. Knowing me, I was the one who wanted to. I'm stupid Chachi, and everyone's right. I am a player. I do wear beanies the day after I sleep with someone. I always bring blondes home." he said, the stories all getting to his head. He sighed and sat down, holding his face in his hands.

[khaleesi,]

Chachi looked at her phone. The story was already on twitter! How?! Her mom. Chachi read it. All the fans hate towards her.

'That sl*t' @Rae_Rae_Styles
'I know right. I bet she is only worth a dollar.' @Sassy__Malik
'I hope she dies.' @PlasticStyles

Chachi cried out screaming chucking her phone across the yard. She ran inside and and up to her room. The girl cried into her pillow. She just wanted Harry to hold her. She walked down and crawled into Harry's arms and cried. "Your not a player. You are my boyfriend. The greatest one." She cried out. "You love me for me not my hair color. The love between us is amazing and this pregnancy won't break that. It will only give us something to live for."

[misfit,]

Harry bit his lip, feeling his throat tightening as if he were about to cry. His eyes began to get water and he looked at Chachi, putting his arm around her. "Just ignore the fans. They'll get over it." he mumbled as small tears began to slowly roll down his cheeks.

[khaleesi,]

Chachi wrapped her arms around him. "Harry. I'm so sorry." She said and picked up the land line to schedule an ultrasound.