Teen Pregnancy (Harry Styles)

Finding Out & Telling the Father.

Two Months Later-

Callie's POV-

I sit on the marble floor of my bathroom crying. My tears drip onto the floor as I stare at the five positive pregnancy tests on the floor in front of me. I pick one up, my hand trembling, and look at the two bright pink lines on the test. I throw them all away and calm myself down. I get up and straighten out my dress. I wash my face and put in some eyedrops so it looks like I wasn't crying. I swiped away the last of the tears and hid the tests under toilet paper in the bin.

I open my bathroom and go out of my room.

I trot downstairs and drink some water. I sit on the couch and then something pops into my mind. When me and the father of this child were in the cab making out he told the driver his address. I remember his address. I grab my pink, oversized knit cardigan. I straighten out the skirt of my white dress.

I slide on my white flats and go out of the door. I get into my car and set up the directions to his place. I start to drive there and have the radio on quietly. I parked my car in front of his enormous house and got out. I grabbed my purse and phone and locked the car. My footsteps were very audible since this was a very quiet neighborhood. I trot up the steps and knock on the door lightly. I wait a minute, contemplating wether I should stay or leave, before the door opens widely revealing a very handsome, tall, familiar look guy.

" How may I help you?" He asks kindly

He has a thick English accent and a deep , raspy voice.

" Umm," I say my face getting red and looking at my feet," You know what, it's nothing. Forget about it." I finish turning around and starting to walk down the steps

" Wait." He calls after me," You look vaguely familiar." He says looking at me with a puzzled look

" Mmmm..." I drag on acting like I don't know what he was talking about

" What did you want to tell me?" He asks grabbing my shoulder

A tear starts to roll down my cheek as I turn around

" I-I'm pregnant." I whisper, barley audible

His mouth forms a perfect 'o'. I get out of his, now loose, grasp and start to walk back to my car.

" Wait." He says grabbing my shoulder again

I continue walking until he picks me up bridal style and walks into his house. He kicks the door closed and sits me on the couch.

" It's mine?" He says like a question

" No. I just thought I'd fill you in on the information." I say sarcastically," Of course it is, sherlock." I whisper Sherlock but I could tell he herd it

" Are you sure its mine? It can't be anyone else's?" He asks trying to get out of the situation

" I get it. You don't care and you don't want it. This is why I didn't want to tell you. I'll probably just give it up for adoption or something. Sorry for wasting your time..." I say getting up and walking towards the door

" I didn't mean it like that it's just-" I cut him off

" I know, it's scary and you're too young and all of that shit. Just forget about it." I say opening the door

" Please, stay." He pleads grabbing my wrist making me turn around

" Fine." I whisper, barley audible

We walk back over to the couch and sit down. It's quiet for a minute until he decides to speak up.

" I didn't try to be rude, it's just I'm young, you're young. I just don't know if I can do this." He says with some shakiness in his voice

" I know." I whisper," We're both young, but the thing is that you don't have to be a part of any of this if you don't want to. I have to because I refuse to get an abortion. I haven't even told my parents yet and I don't know how they'll take it." I say in a loud whisper trying not to cry but you can hear it in my voice

" You haven't told your parents yet?" He asks

" No." I look at my phone," I should get going." I say getting up from my place

" Before you go can I have your number?" He asks

" Sure." I say handing him my phone

We exchange numbers and then I walk out to my car and I drive home.