Lana's POV

"Harry, please say something," I whisper, looking between his clouded eyes for some indication as to what he's thinking right now.

"I don't..." he shakes his head and closes his eyes, then steps away and leans on his hands against the railing. "I don't understand. You took a test. You aren't pregnant."

"I know," I say, making small circles on his back. "But those tests can be wrong." He stares into the yard for a while, not saying anything. He's swaying a little. "Babe, do you feel okay?"

"I don't really know," he says slowly, closing his eyes and leaning down more. "Everything is spinning."

"Do you need to throw up?"

He nods and I take his hand and lead him down the steps off the porch and to the back of the yard where theres a small ditch. He stumbles onto his hands and knees as his stomach lurches its contents from his body. I look away so I don't puke myself, but keep my hand on his back for comfort. Eventually his body relaxes and he stops.

"Here."

I jump at the voice and spin to see Louis holding out a bottle of water for me. "Geez, Lou. You scared the shit out of me."

"Is he alright?"

"He obviously drank a little too much," I say, unscrewing the cap from the bottle. Harry stays on his knees on the ground. "Harry, drink some of this." He doesn't want the bottle, but eventually I convince him.

"Do you want me to help you get him inside?" Louis asks.

"Yeah, thanks." We each take one of Harry's arms and help him up, but he pushes me back and falls back on the ground, throwing up again. I look away and shake my head. Why did he drink so much? When he's finished we help him back up. His pants are now wet from sitting in the snow and he's shivering from the cold.

"Lana, how do you know-"

"Not now, Harry," I say sharply, cutting him off.

"But I just-"

"No. We'll talk about this later."

"What's going on?" Louis asks, peering around Harry to look at me.

"Nothing," I say, attempting to smile.

"Sure," he says, clearly unconvinced. We get Harry up the steps and into the house. "Let's bring him upstairs," Lou suggests.

"No, I think I should take him back to my house." Harry unwraps his arm from around me and falls back onto the stairs, leaning his head against the wall. He looks horrible.

"He's going to throw up in Brooke's car," Louis says, shaking his head at Harry. "Me and El and Brooke can just sleep here."

"I'll leave you guys the car, I'll just call a cab."

"So he can throw up in that?"

"It's not that far, Louis, he'll be fine."

"Look at him," Lou says, pointing to Harry. He's practically passed out.

"What would you like me to do? I'm not going to let him throw up in Brooke's car and we're not walking back. And he can't stay here."

"Why not?"

"Because he was saying something about it not being safe before." Louis' eyes go wide for a split second. He probably thinks I didn't catch it, but I did. I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you know, Lou?"

"I don't know anything."

"Bull shit."

"Lana, Harry wouldn't want me to say anything."

"Look at him, Louis, he's not going to know. What's going on?"

He sighs and looks at Harry, then back to me. "If you tell him I told you, I'll hunt you down," he threatens. I roll my eyes and see Niall coming up behind him. "Okay. Niall got this assignment from Zayn and he-"

"LOUIS!" Niall shouts, punching his arm. "What the hell are you doing? Are you telling her?"

"She needs to know!"

"No, she doesn't. Haz was very specific about that."

"What is going on?" I ask loudly. I'm getting frustrated. What is going on here, what's going on with Zayn? "Niall, why do you have an assignment from Zayn? I thought you were out?"

"Shut up, Niall," Harry mumbles from the steps.

"What does Zayn have to do with any of this?" I ask, looking between Louis and Niall. Niall rolls his eyes.

"Great job, Louis."

"She deserves to know, Niall. You know that as well as I do."

"That's not our decision."

"It's not Harry's either!"

"Okay, someone please explain right now!" I yell, cutting them off.

"Langley?" Harry asks weakly, reaching out to me.

"What, Harry?"

"I don't feel so good."

"I know, baby, we're going home, okay?"

"I think I'm going to throw up again."

"Oh!" Niall and Louis quickly help him up and to the second floor and into the bathroom. Harry stumbles to the toilet and pukes. Again.

"What did he mean again?" Niall asks worriedly, going out to the hallway so he doesn't have to witness this.

"Don't worry, I brought him outside."

"I would just like to take this opportunity to say that I told him to slow down."

"Yet you were the one passing him more," I throw back. I probably sound like a bitch, but look at him! He's a mess and Niall only encouraged it. Harry finally stops puking and slumps back against the wall. I get a towel and run it under some cold water before dabbing it on his forehead and the rest of his face.

"I'm not his mother," Niall mumbles.

"How are you feeling?" I ask Harry quietly. He opens his eyes and smiles lazily at me.

"You look hot," he says, reaching out to me. I push his hand away and laugh a little. Even when he's throwing up he's horny.

"Do you feel better now?" I ask again, pushing his now sweaty curls out of his eyes.

"Where's my beer?"

"Harry, you aren't drinking anymore."

"I'm fine."

"No, you aren't. We're going back to my house." I put the towel in his hand and he wipes his face with it a few times, then closes his eyes. "Don't fall asleep, Harry. We're leaving soon."

He mumbles something I can't make out and I go out into the hallway. Louis and Niall stop talking when they see me.

"Someone better start explaining. Now."

"Harry is gonna be so pissed at us," Niall says, shaking his head. I fold my arms and wait for them to start talking. Niall finally begins to explain. "I'm not out, but I'm not really in either."

"What does that mean?"

"Zayn said I could stay here as long as I check in with him once in a while. If he has a job for me, then I do it and he leaves me alone again."

"Okay. What does that have to do with me?"

"I don't know how much Harry has told you about Zayn, but he isn't exactly thrilled that Harry did what he did and got away with it. It's bad for Zayn's reputation. So he's trying to find a way to get some control over Harry again."

Shit. I have a feeling I know where this is going.

"So, on my last visit he told me that he wanted some information.."

"What kind of information?" I ask nervously.

"About you."

"Me?" I ask surprised. He nods and avoids my eyes. What does Zayn want with me? "So...he's going to try and use me to get Harry to do what he wants?" I ask slowly, putting the pieces together.

"Harry would never let that happen. Neither would I," Niall says quickly.

"Wait, so why did Harry say it wasn't safe tonight?" Louis and Niall exchange another worried glance. Niall pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through something. "Niall, now is hardly the time to be checking your twitter."

He holds out his phone to me and I take it and read the message on the screen. I can feel the blood drain from my face.

Tell Harry his girl is looking good in that dress.

And there's a picture. Of me. Tonight.

"What the fuck is this? Is he here? Now?"

"We have no idea. We went looking for him but we didn't find him anywhere," Louis says, putting his hand on my arm.

"How did he get this?" I whisper, staring at the screen. Niall takes his phone back and shoves it in his pocket. Louis puts his arm around my shoulder and hugs me to him.

"He can't touch you, Lana. You'll be fine, don't worry about it."

What is going on right now? Am I safe? Why wouldn't Harry tell me about this? Especially with everything that's going on right now...

And I've just been galavanting around by myself without a worry. I could have been attacked or something!

"What would he do to me?" I say quietly, looking at Niall. His expression looks pained, but he doesn't answer. His silence scares me more than any answer would. This could get really bad.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear Harry throwing up again. Seriously? How could he even have this much in his stomach still?

"Are you guys staying here tonight?" Niall asks nervously, stepping out of the view of the door.

"No, I don't think so." I walk into the bathroom and rub Harry's back again until he lifts his head out of the toilet.

"I want to go to sleep," he groans.

"I know, baby. Soon, okay? Don't fall asleep yet. Louis, can you call us a cab?" I call out of the bathroom. He says a quiet yep and I hear him talking on the phone. "Harry, we're going to take a cab home. Do you think you can get back without throwing up in the car?" He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair to get the curls away from his face.

"It'll be here, soon," Louis informs me, coming into the bathroom. "Let's get him downstairs. Niall, come help me."

Niall comes in and they both take one of Harry's arms to half carry him down the stairs. I see his phone half sticking out of his back pocket, so I remove it and put it in my bag. When we're on the front porch Harry collapses onto the steps again.

"Thanks, guys." I sit beside Harry and he leans his head on my shoulder.

"I'm going with you," Louis says, sitting beside me.

"You don't have to do that, Lou. I can get him home."

"You're not going to be able to get him up the stairs, Lang." He's probably right. He pulls out his phone and calls El, informing her that he'll be back in twenty minutes. He hangs up and slides the phone back into his pocket. "You'd better sit in the front. If he pukes, I don't want it all over your nice pretty dress."

I laugh and nod. "Thanks, Louis." I stroke Harry's hair softly. He mumbles something a few times, but I can't hear what he's saying. When the cab pulls up Louis and I get him in the backseat. I climb nervously into the passenger seat and smile weakly at the driver. He looks back at Harry and grumbles something under his breath. I give him my address and he speeds off, driving way faster than the sped limit. He can obviously tell that Harry's not doing so great. We make it back to my house in record time and without Harry throwing up again. I dig for my keys and I'm relieved to see that my dad isn't home yet. Let's just say I don't think he would be impressed at this moment.

We manage to get Harry into the house, but not without some difficulty. Harry however seems to have perked up a little. We get him to the stairs and he suddenly looks down at me and smiles. Like a little kid.

"You're so pretty," he says casually. I smile and shake my head. "I can almost see your ass," he says proudly, leaning backwards to look at my backside. I stagger backwards on my heels.

"Behave," I say, trying not to laugh. I bend down and remove my shoes so I can support Harry more.

"I will if you will," he teases, bending down and rubbing his nose roughly against the top of my head.

"Oh gosh," Louis says, chuckling at Harry's antics.

"Woah!" Harry yells suddenly, turning to look at Louis. "When did you get here, Lou!"

"You're going to wake the whole neighbourhood, Harry," Louis says, continuing to drag him up the stairs.

"Screw'em," Harry says as we get to the top of the steps. We get him into my room and he topples onto the bed. "Wake me up in ten minutes, okay?"

"Why?" I ask, looking at Louis. He shrugs.

"We have a party to go," Harry says, crawling onto the bed and flopping onto the pillows.

"Right," I agree, laughing again. He's already asleep. "Well that was interesting."

"I'd say. Your boyfriend is weird," Louis teases, nudging my arm. I laugh and follow him out of the room.

"Thanks for everything, Lou."

"Any time. And don't worry about anything, okay? We're going to deal with it. You're going to be fine." He hugs me tightly and I nod against his shoulder. "I'm going to head back."

"Okay, have fun." I smile and follow him back downstairs and lock the door when he's gone. I go back up and change out of the dress and into Harry's boxers and shirt. I should probably attempt to get some of his clothes off of him; they don't look very comfortable. He looks pretty passed out, so I probably won't wake him. I push his shoulder and roll him onto his back, then climb onto the bed and get his blazer off of him. It's a struggle, to say the least. When his arms are out of the sleeves I yank on it to get it out from underneath him, but when it suddenly comes free I'm not expecting it, so I go flying backwards off the bed. I lay there for a minute and laugh at myself, then get back up and sit beside Harry again. His tshirt looks comfortable enough, so I leave it. I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down, then put my legs on either side of him so I can slide them off.

Why does this boy wear such tight pants! They're practically spray painted on.

"What are you doing to me, woman?" Harry groans rubbing his eyes before lifting his head to look at me.

"You should wear tighter pants," I say, puling on them again.

"Stop," he says, lifting his leg and pushing me off of him. Someone's grumpy. He sits up and shimmies out of his pants without getting up. He fops back down and falls asleep again. In the middle of the bed. Awesome.

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Harry's POV

I squeeze my eyes shut when I wake up, trying to wish away the pounding in my head. Fuck. I roll over, keeping my eyes closed and try to fall back asleep. My hand flops out to the side and lands on something. Or someone.

"Ow, what are you doing?"

I open my eyes to see Lana rubbing her eye with the back of her hand. Oops. Looks like I woke her up. She looks over at me and lifts my arm off her stomach, dropping it on the bed beside her before turning onto her side so she's facing away from me. I scrunch my eyebrows together and shuffle over to her.

"Come here." I put my arms around her waits and pull her against my chest.

"Harry, I love you, but you need to go brush your teeth please."

"Well, you've never complained before."

"Yes, but usually you haven't thrown up the night before."

"What?" Right. The party. That's why my head hurts so much. I sigh and roll away from her, sitting up slowly. This headache is not very nice.

"How do you feel?" she asks, eyes still closed as she snuggles into the blankets.

"Like hell," I admit, then I get up and go to the bathroom to do as I'm told and brush my teeth. I look like hell too. My hair has never been this messy ever in my life. It kind of looks like I have an afro. When I'm done brushing my teeth I dump some water on my head to attempt to calm the unruly ringlets. Doesn't work that well.

I walk back out to the bed and pick up the glass of water I'm guessing Lana left for me, chugging back the contents. I lift the covers and resume my position, wrapping my arms around Lana and pulling her against me.

"Happy new year," I whisper, sitting up a little to kiss her cheek.

She smiles, but still doesn't open her eyes. "Happy new year to you too."
I lay back down and close my eyes. She wriggles around in my arms and I open my eyes to see her staring up at me.

"What?"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Not really. Why?" She nods and doesn't respond, just starts tracing my tattoos. Im not in a mood to talk a lot right now, so I just close my eyes and try to fall back asleep. I know she's staring at me right now. I try to ignore it, but after a while I can't help but sigh and open my eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that I can't sleep when you stare at me like that," I say, smiling so she knows I'm teasing.

"You really don't remember anything?"

"Well I'm not trying very hard to at the moment, but no. I don't."

"Okay."

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing," she says quietly, moving closer to me so I can't see her face. Well I don't see myself falling back asleep now.

"Lana. Talk to me," I say, pulling her back a little so I can look at her. "Did something happen last night?"

"Not really."

"So yes."

"It doesn't matter, Harry," she says, attempting to smile at me. It doesn't work out that well.

"Lana, I'm not feeling so great, so can you please just tell me what happened?"

"We can talk about it later. Go back to sleep."

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

"Probably."

"Then I won't be going back to sleep." I roll onto my back and stretch my arms out, putting my right arm over her face.

She giggles and tries to push it away. "Harry, stop."

"Oh, sorry," I say, pinching her cheek. She swats my hand away.

"Your hair is ridiculous right now," she says, reaching up to touch my hair.

"I'm aware. So did I have fun at this party last night?"

"I didn't see you that much until around midnight when you started throwing up," she says quietly. "I don't really know."

"Of course you didn't," I say, suddenly annoyed when I remember her behaviour for the last week. I look up at the ceiling.

"What does that mean?" she asks defensively.

"You know what it means."

"Harry, if you have something to say then say it."

"You're avoiding me," I state simply not asking. "And I have no idea why."

I can hear her sigh beside me, but I wait a few minutes before finally looking at her. She's laying on her back now as well, and I can see a tear rolling down the side of her face. Damn it, I can't be mad at her when she cries. I roll onto my side and wrap my arm around her waist, propping my head up on my elbow so I can look down at her. "Why won't you talk to me?"

She shakes her head a little and sniffles as another droplet leaves her eye. I stay where I am and slide my hand under her shirt, making small circles with my thumb against the skin of her stomach. I smile a little when I realize she's wearing my shirt again.

She sighs and opens her eyes, but she doesn't look at me. "I haven't been honest with you," she says quietly.

"About what?"

"I haven't...I never..." she mumbles something and I close my eyes to try and be patient.

"Lana, I'm a tad hung over here. What was that?"

"I didn't get my period," she admits quietly.

What?

What does that

What?!

"You what?" She fiddles with her fingers and I piece together what she's talking about.

Does that mean...

"So..."

"Yeah."

"You are?"

"I don't know for sure."

I sit up and run my hands through my hair. "How is that possible? I saw the test, it was negative."

She sits up as well. "I know, but they can be wrong sometimes. It was probably just too early for it to pick it up."

I try to process this. Everything makes so much more sense now. I know I shouldn't be, but a small part of me is actually relieved. I thought she was going to break up with me. In reality this is probably way worse, but not to me. I can't lose her. Even if it means we're having a baby.

A baby.

"Harry, please say something," she whispers.

"We should go to the doctor."

"What?"

"To find out for sure."

"I don't know.."

"Isn't that what you're suppose to do?"

"I don't know if I'm ready for that."

I turn to look at her and she looks like she's trying her hardest not to cry. She looks so scared right now, it breaks my heart. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lay back, pulling her down with me. I hug her close and kiss the to p of her head.

"It's going to be okay," I whisper against her hair.

"How?"

"It just will. We'll figure it out."

We lay like that for a while. How are we going to deal with this? Would she want to keep the baby? How the hell am I going to tell my mother? She's gong to flip out. I should probably get a job or something. Not that I really need money, I have quite a bit. Should we get married? No, that's not a good reason. I love Lana, but we've been together for two months. To say it's soon would be a massive understatement.

I have no idea what to do.

Notes

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