Status: I'm gonna try so hard on this one I swear!
I Wish
Don't Wanna Be Reminded, Don't Wanna Be Seen
“What does it say?!”
Adelaide’s loud voice was muffled by the closed door of the bathroom, but I knew there was no escaping her. Well, okay, I didn’t want to escape from Ade, I wanted to escape from the thing she was going to make me do.
A small sob broke free as soon as the contents of my stomach were officially emptied. The acidic taste burned my throat and made me gag, retching in the toilet all over again. Shaky hands rubbed at my clammy face, sitting back on my heels once the bought had passed. Stiff legs forced my achy body to my feet and I quickly went about brushing my teeth and splashing water in my face.
I turned to exit the bathroom after assessing my disgusting appearance… only to have a heart attack upon seeing Adelaide in the hallway, watching me.
“Jesus! Adelaide, are you trying to kill me?!” I gasped, a hand clasped firmly over my chest where I could feel my own elevated heartbeat.
“You’ve been sick for two weeks now, Fionnabhair. And did you really think I wouldn’t notice that you’re late… like really late? This isn’t the flu, Finna! I know you and Niall were sleeping together, I’m taking you to the pharmacy and we’re buying like ten pregnancy tests and three gallons of Sunny D like she did in Juno ‘cause you’re taking them all.” I couldn’t even process her words right now… or I didn’t want to.
Yeah, I was late… like really late… like three months late. Yeah, I wasn’t very regular, but no one at the age of eighteen misses three periods unless they’re pregnant.
Oh God. I was pregnant at eighteen.
“Answer me, Fionnabhair Helen McCarthy!!” Adelaide yelled, causing my head to snap up and my eyes to land on the little white stick lying on the counter. I bit my lip and tried to muster up the courage to just look at the damn thing.
“I can’t do it, Addie!” I didn’t really even think about the words, but they were the truth. A sob choked out of my throat. I was almost certain I was pregnant, but my mind couldn’t handle knowing for sure.
The door slowly creaked open as Ade slipped into the small bathroom. Her hazel eyes took a second to find me where I was huddled up in the bath tub. Don’t laugh, it was something I’d always done as a little kid and it made me feel safe.
“Finn…” She sighed and then grabbed the pregnancy test off of the counter. Her eyes met mine a few heartbeats later.
“Pregnant”
It took me a second to realize that she’d pressed my cell phone into my numb hands.
“Call Niall. Now.”
I looked at Adelaide in disbelief. I couldn’t even look at the fucking test. How in the hell am I supposed to tell my boyfriend?
Fuck. Me.
Adelaide’s loud voice was muffled by the closed door of the bathroom, but I knew there was no escaping her. Well, okay, I didn’t want to escape from Ade, I wanted to escape from the thing she was going to make me do.
A small sob broke free as soon as the contents of my stomach were officially emptied. The acidic taste burned my throat and made me gag, retching in the toilet all over again. Shaky hands rubbed at my clammy face, sitting back on my heels once the bought had passed. Stiff legs forced my achy body to my feet and I quickly went about brushing my teeth and splashing water in my face.
I turned to exit the bathroom after assessing my disgusting appearance… only to have a heart attack upon seeing Adelaide in the hallway, watching me.
“Jesus! Adelaide, are you trying to kill me?!” I gasped, a hand clasped firmly over my chest where I could feel my own elevated heartbeat.
“You’ve been sick for two weeks now, Fionnabhair. And did you really think I wouldn’t notice that you’re late… like really late? This isn’t the flu, Finna! I know you and Niall were sleeping together, I’m taking you to the pharmacy and we’re buying like ten pregnancy tests and three gallons of Sunny D like she did in Juno ‘cause you’re taking them all.” I couldn’t even process her words right now… or I didn’t want to.
Yeah, I was late… like really late… like three months late. Yeah, I wasn’t very regular, but no one at the age of eighteen misses three periods unless they’re pregnant.
Oh God. I was pregnant at eighteen.
“Answer me, Fionnabhair Helen McCarthy!!” Adelaide yelled, causing my head to snap up and my eyes to land on the little white stick lying on the counter. I bit my lip and tried to muster up the courage to just look at the damn thing.
“I can’t do it, Addie!” I didn’t really even think about the words, but they were the truth. A sob choked out of my throat. I was almost certain I was pregnant, but my mind couldn’t handle knowing for sure.
The door slowly creaked open as Ade slipped into the small bathroom. Her hazel eyes took a second to find me where I was huddled up in the bath tub. Don’t laugh, it was something I’d always done as a little kid and it made me feel safe.
“Finn…” She sighed and then grabbed the pregnancy test off of the counter. Her eyes met mine a few heartbeats later.
“Pregnant”
It took me a second to realize that she’d pressed my cell phone into my numb hands.
“Call Niall. Now.”
I looked at Adelaide in disbelief. I couldn’t even look at the fucking test. How in the hell am I supposed to tell my boyfriend?
Fuck. Me.
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A quick little update before I leave in a few hours, but like I said last Author's Note, you should get at least one update Sunday night, likely two.So, the truth is revealed! I know I really rushed through the whole romance thing between Niall and Fionnabhair, but I'm slowing down now and we're out of the... let's call it the introduction.
So please comment and tell me what you think!
PS: I'm so proud of myself! I've updated at least once each day!