Alex's POV
October 26

It been a week since my mom got to London, and just over a month since the last time I saw Harry, and it's also my birthday. My 21st birthday.

My mom and I have gotten all the touristy things out of the way. We visited Buckingham Palace, Tower of London, Trafalgar Square, and the London Eye. While on the London Eye all I could think about was Harry, and the time we had spent there. Paparazzi still followed me around like crazy, but they pretty much kept their distance, and didn't ask me too many questions. When they acted that way it was much easier to forget that they were there and just enjoy the time I was spending with my mom. I also took my mom to a few photo shoots with me so she could experience first hand what I do for a living, the thing I love most in this world, apart from Harry of course. She was thoroughly impressed at what I do and even more impressed to see how much time and effort goes into doing peoples makeup, and to see how meticulous I had to be.

I enjoyed spending this time with my mom, but I was really missing Harry. We got to talk on the phone quite a bit, and we text all the time, but it wasn't the same as seeing him everyday. I'll admit it, I googled him a few times to see what he was up to in Australia, not that he didn't tell me what he was doing, but I just wanted to see pictures of him having fun, whether that was golfing or playing around on the beach. He looked so carefree and just loving life. Seeing the pictured made me a little sad, not because he was down there having a good time, by all means I want him to enjoy his time and not mope around because he misses me, but the pictures made me sad because I couldn't be there with him.

A knock on my bedroom door brought me back to reality, and away from my thoughts of Harry.

I sat up in bed as the door opened.

"Good morning, and Happy Birthday!" My mom chimed as she walked over to sit on the bed next to me.

"Morning, thank you." I smiled back at her, something felt off with me. I felt sick, I couldn't tell if it was from the fact that turning 21 scared the hell out of me, or if it was from something like the flu. Quite of few of my coworkers were just getting over the flu so it was possible I could have it too. I decided that I'd just go with the first option and try not to think about the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"What's wrong?" My mom asked, looking at me concerned.

"Nothing, I just can't believe I'm 21 already."

"Me either, I remember when you were just born. My precious sweet baby girl."

"Ah mom, don't go getting all mushy on me." I cringed.

"I'm allowed to, you're my baby girl and it's your birthday. Speaking of I'm in the middle of making you breakfast, that's why I came up here, to make sure you're awake."

"I'm awake, I'm going to shower and I'll be down."

"Okay. Happy Birthday baby." She got up and kissed me on the forehead before returning downstairs.

I got up and started rummaging through the closet trying to find something to wear when I heard my phone ringing. I rushed to answer it knowing that it would be Harry.

When I got to my phone that it wasn't a phone call, but actually a facetime call from him.

I answered it and finally got to see his face. Since Harry left we haven't facetimed at because we usually only have like a minute or two to talk before he has something to do.


Finally the call connected and I was "face-to-face" with Harry for the first time in just over a month.

"Happy Birthday Babe!" Harry basically screamed when we finally connected.

I don't know what it was but a huge rush of butterflies attacked my stomach at the sight of him, unfortunately the butterflies didn't make my already upset stomach feel any better.

I chuckled a little before thanking him.

"What are you doing today?" He asked me.

"I'm not sure, my mom's making breakfast right now and then I think later tonight we're going to go out for dinner. But other than that nothing too crazy."

"Sounds good. Are you okay though? Not to be a dick or anything but you don't look like you feel very well."

"Yeah I don't. My stomach is in knots, I think I'm just nervous about being a year older or maybe it's the flu or something. Louise had the flu earlier this week and I went to visit her to take her some soup, so maybe I caught it."

"That suck, I hope you feel better."

"Thanks. Me too." I smiled shyly. I don't know what it is about Harry that makes me feel so shy. I've never been a shy person, although I've never been an extremely out going person either, but with him I'm just ultra shy.

"So what are you up to now?"

"Well I was about to get in the shower, but then you interrupted that." I tease.

"Damn it, if I was there I'd be in that shower with you." He says with a grin.

"Who says I'd let you in with me?"

"Like you've ever said no before."

"Good point. So what are you doing?"

"Just chilling in my hotel room. I order some room service and I thought I'd watch Rear Window." He smirked at me when he mentioned the movie.

"Oh yeah, last time you "watched" it you fell asleep."

"That's only because I was relaxed and cuddling with you."

I blushed at the memory of Harry and I cuddled up watching the movie. I also thought about the night Harry left and I curled up and watched Dear John and cried like a baby.

"You know I watched Dear John?"

"You did? When? Did you like it?"

"The night you left. It was actually pretty good." I felt the tears on the brim of my just remembering that night and how sad I was that he was gone. Before I could stop myself the tears spilled over.

"Hey hey hey. Lex, don't cry."

I wiped the tears away before telling him that I was okay, that I just missed him a lot.

"Trust me baby, I miss you too. So much. But I'll be back in like a week."

"I know, it's silly but I just can't help it." New tears began to slowly roll down my cheeks.

"It's not silly, you're allowed to feel anyway you want, but I just hate to see you cry, knowing that I can't be there to comfort you right now."

"I love you." I choke out like a blubbering idiot.

"I love you. Now, go take a shower and pull your self together." He jokes, but it's strangely comforting.

We said our goodbyes and I returned to finding something to wear.

Once I was showered and dressed I joined my mom downstairs for my traditional birthday breakfast. My mom went all out with my favorite cinnamon roll pancakes, eggs, bacon, and fresh orange juice.

I ate as much as I could, but my stomach was still not feeling well and my head was starting to hurt. I'm gonna kill Louise the next time I see her for getting me sick.

"Honey, are you okay?"My mom asked me.

"I'm fine, I just still don't feel very well."

"Maybe you should go see a doctor."

"No, it's just the flu. I'm sure I'll be fine in a couple days time." Plus I really didn't want to go to the doctor. Every time I went there, whether it be for something small or something major I always some how go stuck with a needle and right now I don't need a needle in my arm on my birthday.

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We finished breakfast and decided to spend the day shopping. My mom wanted to visit the different stores around London that we didn't have back in LA. We went to Dorothy Perkins, Kurt Geiger, Harrod's, and Primark. By the time we were in Primark I was feeling ten times worse than I was when I first woke up.

"Mom, I need a restroom." I mumbled before rushing to the bathroom.

I heard my mom a few paces behind me, I rushed into a stall, not even worried if other people were in there. When I reached the toilet I lost all the breakfast I had eaten that morning. I can tell you no, it tasted better going in, than it did coming out.

"Sweety, I really think you should go to the doctor. I haven't seen you this sick since you were a little girl."

"Fine, I'll go." I only agreed because she was right, I hadn't thrown up in a long time, and it kind of worried me. "But lets take our things back to the house, that way I can brush my teeth and stuff before I meet with a doctor.

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After we stopped off at home we made our way to the emergency room. I would qualify throwing up in a Primark bathroom an emergency, but since I had just moved to London only seven weeks ago, I didn't have a "real" doctor to go to.

We got to the hospital and I checked in with the lady at the front desk. I filled out all the necessary paper work and waited my turn to be called back.


Twenty minutes later and my name was being called by a short red headed nurse.

"Alexandria?"

I stood and looked at my mom, I wanted her to come back with me, but I didn't feel right asking her. I mean I'm twenty one now, I should be able to go see a doctor by myself.

I think my mom sensed that I wanted her to go with me. "Do you want me to go with you?" She asked.

I shook my head and we both made our way over to the nurse waiting for us.

"Hi, my name is Julia, I'll be your nurse today. So tell me what's going on. What brings you here today?"

I explained everything that happened to me since I woke up this morning and I told her about Louise having the flu too. Before finishing my thought with "I think it's just the flu, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."

She took notes of everything I said before she turned her attention back to me. "It does sound like the flu, but those symptoms can be related to many different things. When was the last time you had you're period?"

"Not for a while, I'm on birth control so I don't get one every month."

"Okay, well are you sexually active?"

I blushed, not because she was asking me such a personal question, but because my mom was in the room with me. Granted my mom is my best friend, but it's still weird to talk about because she is my mom.

I looked over at her before answering Julia's question. My mom looked like the mom I know, she had her usually warm smile on her face. Her smile reached her eyes so I could tell she wouldn't be mad at me for how I going to answer the question.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, well we're going to have to take a routine pregnancy test before the doctor comes in, that way he can decide what to do from there, whether you'll need antibiotics or just lots of rest."

"Okay."

She opened up a cabinet and retrieved a little plastic cup.

"Here," she said handing me the cup. "you'll need to pee in this, and then return it to me. There is a restroom right outside the door to the right."

"Thanks." I got up and made my way to the restroom. For some strange reason I was nervous. I had been on birth control for a long time and had never had a pregnancy scare. Max and I had had sex all the time without condoms and never once did I ever think I was pregnant.

Max! Oh no, what if I am pregnant? Would the baby be Max's or Harry's? The last time Max and I had had sex was about eight weeks ago, and the last time Harry and I had had sex was about 6 weeks ago. Shit!

I peed in the cup and made my way back to the room I was in before. I suddenly felt even more sick to my stomach than before. I handed Julia the cup and she thanked me.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to test you're urine and then the doctor will be in to see you.

"Thank you." My voice was shaky.

Julia closed the door at the same time my mom rested her hand on my knee.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just nervous. I don't know what to expect."

"It's okay to be nervous. And I want you too know that no matter what the result of the test is I will be here for you. I love you and I'll support you no matter what."

"Thanks mom. I'm just nervous. If the test comes back positive I'm not sure if the potential baby would be Harry's or Max's." I told my mom the last time I had had sex with each of them and she just nodded.



It felt like time had stood still before the doctor had finally joined us. He was an older man with an Italian accent. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest waiting to hear what he had to say.

"Hello, my name is Doctor De Luca." He extended his had so I could shake it, before I could introduce myself he continued talking. "So Alexandria, I've read over your chart, and I've checked the results of your pregnancy test. I'd like to inform you that you are pregnant."

You are pregnant. You are pregnant. You are pregnant. You are pregnant.

I felt my entire body go numb. My mom gripped my hand and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

"I suggest you make an appointment with an OBG/YN before you get any farther along. The OBG/YN will recommend prenatal vitamins that they see fit for you to take. As far as the flu goes, you do not have the flu. You just have a case of the nine month sickness." He laughed at his little joke before continuing on. "Do you have any questions for me before you go?"

"Uh yeah just one, can you tell by the test how far along I am?"

He looked back at his chart before he met my gaze to answer my question.

"I'd say you're about..."

Notes

CLIFF HANGER!!!!! AHHHHHH!

I'd like to apologize for taking so long to update, but I hope this chapter was worth it! I had mentioned before that I didn't have any plans on bringing Max into the story more, but plans change... or don't they ;) you'll have to wait and see!

Let me know what you thought about this chapter and also let me know what THINK is going to happen! I can't wait to read you're thoughts!

Random Fact of the Day!

I'm wearing a Chargers football tank top! I was born and raised in San Diego California but moved away a few years ago, now I live on the east coast some where!

-L :)