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On Monday morning, Harry woke up at 5 am feeling sicker than she had in her entire life (this had been happening for three days already, but today was the worst). Groaning, she drug herself out of bed as quickly as possible, unsure if she could make it to bathroom before she was sick all over her rug. The nausea hit her even harder as she walked and she felt incredibly dizzy.
She dropped in front of the toilet, one hand holding her dark hair out of her face the other propped against the cold tile, emptying the contents of her stomach. When she was sure she wasn’t going to be sick anymore, she stood and leaned her head under the faucet to rinse her mouth.
“You okay?” her roommate Eleanor asked sleepily. Harry wasn’t sure when she’d appeared in the doorway, but she was glad she had.
Harry shook her head and walked over hugging her friend around the waist, placing her head against Eleanor’s shoulder. “No, El, I don’t think I am,” she answered softly, a tear streaking down her cheek. “I’ve been sick for three days now and I’m late,” she added, sniffling.
“Oh Haz,” Eleanor replied, she knew what Harry was saying without her having to explain. “Do you want me to get you a test?”
“Please,” she answered into Eleanor’s t-shirt (she suspected it was actually Louis’ though, as it looked like Eleanor was swimming in it). The twenty-one –year old closed her eyes, balling Eleanor’s t-shirt up in her hands. “I just can’t believe it,” she whispered sadly.
“You go lie down, I’ll go, yeah?” she kissed the top of Harry’s head and guided her younger friend back to her room.
“You’re too good to me, El,” Harry told her as her curled up under her down comforter. “Seriously, you’re my best friend.”
Eleanor smiled sleepily down at Harry and nodded. “I really am too good. Louis’ in my bed and I’m leaving that so I can you get a pregnancy test. I must be crazy,” she teased as she tucked Harry in.
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“Well, what’s the news?” Eleanor asked anxiously as Harry emerged from the bathroom. She’d since changed out of Louis’ t-shirt and into her own clothes, skinny jeans and a grey sleeveless blouse. Louis was stood just behind her, looking curious.
While Eleanor was gone, he’d lied down with Haz and told her it would be okay. That if whatever the test read, she’d have him and their small group of friends to take care of her. This only made Haz cry harder because this should have been Ed, the father of her possibly-baby. It should have been him, telling her it would be okay, that he’d take care of her, of them. She just wasn’t sure she’d ever hear that from him, he was after all only a hook-up. They’d been friends with benefits for just over a year, they didn’t have proper relationship, and how could they raise a baby together?
Harry rolled her eyes at her best friend, one for her impatience and two for her flawless ability to look gorgeous all the time. “I don’t know, we have to wait ten minutes.” Having set a timer on her phone, she wandered back to her bedroom, her nerves were making her feel sick again and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand. She sank down on the edge of her bed, holding her head in her hands, taking slow deep breaths, trying to calm her stomach and her nerves.
Louis and Eleanor followed silently, sitting on either side of Harry. Eleanor cautiously placed her hand on Harry’s back, rubbing gently with her finger nails, a gesture she knew always helped her friend relax. Louis placed his own hand on Haz’s knee, squeezing slightly. Haz continued to cry softly into her hands as her friends comforted, she really wasn’t sure what she’d do if she had to deal with this all alone.
“Thanks guys,” she sniffled, raising her head and wiping her tears. “You’re seriously the best friends I could ask for.”
Louis smiled and kissed her cheek affectionately. He was always doing little things like that, being overly affectionate, even though he was dating her roommate, Eleanor didn’t mind though knowing the two had been best friends for longer than she’d been dating Louis.
When the timer went off on her phone ten minutes later, Haz wasn’t sure if she could even get up and walk because she was shaking. “I don’t know if I can look at it,” she whispered, turning off the alarm on her phone.
“You have to,” Eleanor said gently, standing up from the bed, Louis following her lead. They each took one of Haz’s hands, pulling her to her feet. Haz gave them a shaky smile, despite the tears still slipping down her cheeks. She didn’t realize until they were already to the bathroom that she needed them to lead her there.
“I really can’t do this,” she stood looking into the bathroom, biting her lip. She wiped her face free of tears, glancing between her friends. “I really, really, don’t think I want to know what it says.”
“Too late and too bad,” Louis said, nudging the brunette through the open doorway. “Seriously, if you are pregnant we need to know.”
Haz groaned and ran her fingers through her hair and closed her eyes, trying to ready herself up for the moment. “Okay, okay,” Haz said more to herself than to her friends, “I’m doing this, here I go,” she stated, exhaling and stepping across the threshold.
Harry was sure she’d never been this nervous about anything, ever. Her hand was shaking as she picked up the white plastic stick; her hand was shaking so hard she couldn’t read the test. “I can’t,” she said, placing it back down on the counter. Haz was holding the test so tight that her knuckles had gone white.
Eleanor sighed and came into the bathroom, prying the test out of Harry’s hand. “Let me look,” she said gently. The other brunette let out a slight gasp when she read the test, her other hand up to her mouth. “You’re pregnant Harry,” she said voice muffled around her hand.
Harry’s knees gave up and she sank to the floor, letting out a gut wrenching sob. “What am I going to do?” she asked, fingers gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white again.