Chapter fourteen - Bad to good luck

Jesy's POV

It was another day and Perrie was gone out.

I stayed in the flat, deleting some really ugly selfies and kept all the really good ones. I got into tumblr for a little while and got out. 

I felt really bored without my Perrie. Then I started remembering everything that happened yesterday. I remembered Perrie's dad and all the questions he had asked me.

Perrie told me that my dad said he liked me. But did he have some negative thoughts on me? Did I answer the questions well? Was he impressed with my answers?

And then the marriage to kids question came up in my mind. Sure, I want to marry and have kids with Perrie, but we're only in our early twenties. It was really awkward.

So what? It's completly normal to marry in your early twenties. If we had to get married soon, I would want to be the first one to propose to Perrie.

That's a good idea. I want to get married to her as soon as possible, but I don't want to rush. Oh my goodness. I can't believe I'm thinking about marriage now. But I'm pretty sure it's completely normal.

Soon, I heard the front door open and close. Perrie's back already? I looked over to see her and gasped.

"Perrie! What's wrong!?" I asked and rushed over to her. She was in tears, her face was red and her shirt was ripped. I ran and hugged her tightly.

I slowly led her to sit on the couch. I sat next to her and wiped her tears off. "Perrie..." I breathed. She wouldn't stop crying.

Then I saw something else. Her jeans. The top button was undone. I gasped but wished I was wrong. "Perrie, please tell me what happened! Did someone hurt you?" I asked worriedly.

She nodded. "He... he raped me!" 

I gasped and hugged her even tighter as she cried even harder. "Who?" I asked in panic. "The same man at Madison's party who touched me!" she sobbed.

I couldn't believe it. That man who kissed me and touched Perrie just raped her? "Don't worry, babe. You're safe now," I whispered, wiping more tears away and hugging her even tighter.

I was shocked. I really wanted to be Perrie's first time. I felt so guilty for not being there to protect her. "I can't believe I let him pull me into the alley! Jesy, I wanted you to be my first time! Not some rapist!" she cried.

Perrie wanted me to be her first time? Of course she would. I smiled at what I heard but immediately stopped.

"I'm so sorry Perrie," I sighed. "I shouldn't have let you go on your own!" "It's not your fault Jesy," Perrie sniffed.

"No Perrie, it is. And I promise that I will always look after you so that no one like that can get to you," I promised. She nodded and sniffed.

"I love you Perrie," I said. "I love you too," she told me and smiled. I pecked her lips and pulled her in for a cuddle. 

That night, I slept with Perrie again. I wondered how it would feel like if I was in her place. I don't even know what I would do. Now I'm going to make sure she's safe. I have to.

Perrie's POV (two weeks later)

I woke up and yawned. Jesy was beside me, staring. "Good morning Perrie," she softly said and kissed my forehead. I smiled.

"Good mor-" I started to say. But then I stopped and closed my mouth. "What's wrong, love?" she asked me. I jumped off my bed and ran as fast as I could to the bathroom.

I went over to the toilet and held my head above the toilet seat. I threw up in the bowl. My right hand was holding onto the seat while my right hand was holding my stomach. 

I heard fast footsteps running towards me. It was obviously Jesy. "Perrie, what happened!" she questioned in a hurry. 

When she saw me, she rushed over and flushed the toilet to get rid of my vomit. I was about to thank her when I felt like throwing up again. I bent over and vomited once more in the toilet bowl.

I did it again for the third time until I knew I wouldn't throw up again. I started panting and breathing heavily. Jesy flushed the toilet once more and grabbed some towels.

She wiped some of the vomit that spilled on the floor and the toilet seat. She put them away and helped me stand up. 

I went over to the bathroom sink and washed my face. "Are you alright?" Jesy asked me. I nodded. "I'm fine now," I replied.

"What do you think happened?" she asked. "I don't know. My body is acting pretty crazy, lately. I missed my period last week, I didn't feel well for the last couple of days and now I'm starting to vomit!" I whined.

Jesy's eyes went wide. "I don't know... maybe I should go see a doctor," I sighed. "Uh, Perrie? I don't think you should. I think I know what the problem is," she said.

"You do?" I asked. She nodded. "I'll just go get something from the drugstore," she said and smiled. She went over, kissed me and left. Wow, that was quick.

What was she going to get from a drugstore? I obviously know that Jesy doesn't do drugs. I felt a little sick again and went to lie down in bed.

Soon, Jesy came back with a small package in her hands. "What's that?" I asked her. "A pregnancy test," she answered. 

My eyes widened. "A what?" I asked again. "A pregnancy test," she repeated. I gasped. Is that what everything was about? I was about to start panicking until I decided to just get the test over and done with.

Jesy read me the instructions as I lay down in worry. "Okay, you can try it now," she finally said and handed me the test.

I nodded and went to the toilet. I peed on a stick, which is what I had to do. "I'm done!" I announced. Jesy came in and took the stick from me. I pulled up my pants. "So?" I asked.

"Perrie! You're pregnant!" Jesy squealed. I smiled. Then I wiped it away. Jesy saw the look on my face. "Perrie, don't worry. It'll be fine. I'll be with you whenever you need," she said.

I shook my head and flushed the toilet. "It's not that, Jes. It's just... the baby belongs to that rapist," I sighed. Jesy shrugged. "So what? It's still yours and now it's mine too. It will be ours," she said and kissed me.

I smiled. She's right. Hopefully, the baby will turn out to look more like me than the rapist. 

Jesy's POV

When I realized that Perrie was pregnant, I was so excited I could fly. The only thing I didn't like was that the baby was from the rapist, but that didn't matter.

 I made Perrie lunch and called up Leigh-Anne and Jade. When I told them the news over the phone, they were so excited. They were coming to our flat shortly.

After lunch, Perrie and I had a little make out session until there was a knock on the front door. I got up and opened it. 

"PERRIE!" Leigh-Anne shouted in excitement. Jade pushed passed her and sat down next to Perrie on the couch. 

Leigh-Anne sat on the other side. "When did you find out? How did you find out? How did you get pregnant? Are you excited? What are you going to name it?" the girls bombarded Perrie with questions.

"Well, I had a pregnancy test this morning and it turns out that I'm pregnant. And um... I'm pregnant because..." she explained and shifted uncomfortably.

"Because of some rapist," I growled angrily. Jade and Leigh-Anne gasped, but they understood. Perrie nodded and smiled weakly.

"So uh, what's the baby's name going to be?" Jade asked. "It depends if it is a girl or a boy..." said Perrie. 

"If it's a boy, I want it to be named Luke," she added. "Aww... and what if it's a girl?" asked Leigh-Anne. "If it's a girl, I want her name to be Angela!" I told them.

"Aww!" Jade and Leigh-Anne said at the same time. "Angela! I love it!" Perrie complimented. 

That night, Perrie and I went to sleep pretty hapilly. But then I thought of something else. If we're going to have a child, we need to get married soon. Ugh, the marriage topic again.

Maybe when the baby is one year old, I should propose to Perrie or something. That's a good idea. But for now, the two of us are going to focus on the baby. I was so excited. Perrie's a little upset that the baby is the rapist's, but I told her it's all fine.

But for now, I'm so happy with Perrie. Things couldn't get better for us.

Sorry for the short chapter xx