Chapter 18

Harry stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. "What are we doing today, then?" He asked, drying his hair with another towel.

"Well – I don't know about you, but I'm staying right here to watch you get dressed" I said with a cheeky smile, checking him up and down.

"I'm sorry to inform you that sadly that will not be possible" He said, leaning in and kissing me. He was such a tease when he wanted to be. I couldn't take it any longer; I grabbed his neck and a handful of hair and pulled him on top of me.

"You know we can hear you all the way down here!" Came a voice from down the stairs. Even with the door shut the walls still felt like paper. "Shhhhhh!" I said in to Harrys shoulder, I put my fingers to his lips and felt his hot breathes against my cool finger.

We were all going out for lunch that day, and Liam said he was bringing "someone" along. Harry said he had been texting some girl that he had got her number off of outside the studios. I was excited to meet her, whoever she was.

We arrived at the restaurant and Liam and his "friend" where already seated at the table. I didn't mention it, but I had spotted them first through the window, and they had look a lot cozier than when we walked in, if you get my drift. Liam introduced her to everyone "Hi guys, this is Sarah". As soon as I heard the name I nearly fell over. My faded dream flashed in my memory, her name was definitely Sarah, or Zara, or something.

"Oh my gosh" I said, not thinking.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, pulling out my chair.

"I had a dream and you were with a girl name Sarah, Liam!" I said, excitedly, still not thinking.

"What happened?" Liam asked, smiling.

"Well, Harry and I were getting married, and your girlfriend, Sarah was my bridesmaid!"

Damn it. I always spilled the beans at the wrong moment. Everyone looked round at me like I was crazy.

"You had a dream? And you and Harry got married? And Sarah was your bridesmaid?" Louis paused "You sound like a crazy woman, Soph" looking at me strangely.

"I know it sounds weird, but I swear to god"

"Please excuse my psychotic girlfriend, she's a few sandwiches short of a picnic" He laughed and sat in the seat next to me.

"Oi!" I poked him in the arm, hard. "I'm sorry for my very rude boyfriend, I'm Sophie" I extended my hand out toward her. She was so pretty, and had piercing blue-grey eyes. You could tell why Liam had bought her to meet all of us. She had her hair in a messy ponytail and sat close to Liam. She wore a short floral dress and looked amazing. I peeked at her footwear under the table. You could always learn a lot about a person from their footwear. She had black ankle, military style boots on and they complimented her dress well.

I picked the menu up and everyone started to chat. My stomach rumbled softly as I flipped through the shiny menu. I yawned, feeling suddenly exhausted. I never normally felt like pepperoni, but ended up choosing an Americano pizza when the waiter came and took our order.

The table was full of chatting and laughs, and Louis ended up falling on the floor as Zayn pulled his chair out when he returned from the toilets. The whole restaurant laughed as he picked himself up and brushed himself down.

I could see our food being bought from the kitchen and suddenly regretted the American when it was placed in front of me. I pushed the plate towards Harry, excusing myself.

I trotted to the toilets and ran straight for a cubicle, luckily with nobody around. I breathed heavily, looking into the pan of the toilet. The water glistened in the overhead spotlights of the toilet.

I composed myself without actually being sick, and spend another 5 minutes with my head in my hands, leaning over the sinks. Thoughts ran through my head, and the room was spinning by this point. My forehead was clammy and I looked a mess as I tried to concentrate on my reflection in the mirror.

Was it a virus? A bug? A bad egg in my omelet this morning? Or was it something more… Permanent?

I looked at myself in the mirror. Was this really happening? What was I going to do?

I returned to the table, half of my pizza already devoured by somebody.

"Hey! Who ate all my pizza?" I asked, looking around.

"Niall. He was hungry, and you didn't exactly look too pleased about your choice a few minutes ago!" Louis replied.

"You okay?" Harry asked quietly, with his hand on my thigh.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just came over a bit funny. Must have been something I ate" I replied, trying not to worry him.

The next day the house was quiet, with nobody around. The boys had decided on some "quality time together", so I had some time to think about yesterday.

Could I really be pregnant? When could it have… Happened? I was on the pill but we were always so careful with things like that.

I walked into the study, switching on the shared Apple Mac. As soon as the home screen popped up, I clicked Safari. Then Google.

"Chances of getting pregnant on the pill" I typed in to Google.

About 393,000 results (0.14 seconds)

I scrolled through, clicking on each appropriate link. There was one website.

The chances of getting pregnant on the pill vary from 96% to 99%, but it is possible.

My heart started to race. It is possible I thought.

I picked up my phone, my hands hot against the sleek keys.

"Harry. I need to talk to you"

"Soph, what's happened?" He replied, worried.

"Please just come home, now" I said, shaking.

"Okay. Don't worry; I'll be there in about 20 minutes. I love you"

"I love you too"