Kendall stood up, and made his way over to Perrie, pulling her into his lap, running his fingers through her long, blonde hair. “We’ll go when you feel better,” he said in her ear, his other hand rubbing her back. He sighed, feeling a bit guilty. “This is all my fault. I’m sorry, baby.”
Perrie nodded quietly, too exhausted to even speak. His hands in her hair calmed her greatly and she laid her head flat on his chest. Taking in a breath, Perrie closed her eyes and stayed still. Sleep seemed like a good option, to end this already awful day. Perrie dozed off quickly, completely wrapped in Kendall’s arms.
Kendall held Perrie tighter, tangling their legs together and pulling the blankets up over their shoulders. He was a little shocked by what Perrie said, and he stopped for a moment. “…Really?” He asked in a low voice, moving so that he was face to face with Perrie. “You really want to?” His jaw tightened. “When should we go?”
Perrie didn’t answer him but instead got up and rushed to the bathroom. After throwing up into the toilet, she rested her head against the bathtub. “I don’t care.” she groaned, crawling to the door frame. Laying on her stomach, her head peeked out and she saw Kendall laying on the bed. “Whenever you want to.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the cool tile.
Kendall pulled in the driveway, put the car in park, and reached over to pull Perrie in another hug. “C’mon, let’s go lay down,” he said, pulling away and climbing out of the car. He walked over to the other side, opened Perrie’s door, and picked her up in his arms bridal style. He decided to leave both their phones in the car, knowing that the messages awaiting them wouldn’t be pretty. Kendall kicked open the front door and made his way up the stairs and into their bedroom. Not even bothering to take off his shoes, he pulled Perrie into him, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
Perrie’s stomach ached, the medicine kicking in. “Oh god.” she moaned in pain. “I feel like shit.” she cried, clinging to Kendall. The text message lingered in her mind, and she knew how awful people we’re going to be towards her. “Kendall?” she asked quietly, her mouth muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “Kendall, let’s move to France.” She didn’t care if it was cowardly, but her reputation was ruined in this town. Nothing is making her stay, and she’s not sure why she came to this conclusion earlier. Her stomach gave a lurch and she let out a whimper.
Kendall sighed, shaking out his arms, trying to calm himself down. Relax, Henderson. Just get the Plan B. It’ll work, you had sex literally twenty minutes ago. “I’ll be right back,” he said, grabbing his wallet out of the console and opening the car door. As soon as he stepped in the pharmacy, he headed straight for the aisle that he knew had an assortment of pregnancy tests, and Plan B pills. As soon as he picked up the green box, it felt like everyone was staring at him with disapproving eyes. Kendall stopped to get a bottled water, then made his way to the register, keeping his eyes down the whole way. When he set the box and the bottle on the counter, he could feel the woman give him a look before ringing it up. Before she could ask whether he wanted a bag or not, Kendall threw a ten dollar bill on the counted, picked up the items and left. When he was in the car, he silently handed Perrie the box, set the bottle in the cup holder and pulled out, keeping his eyes on the road the whole time.
Perrie twisted the cap of the bottle and took a teeny sip. Her throat and mouth were dry, and felt like sandpaper. Shakily opening the box, Perrie opened the small pill. Taking it with a huge swallow of water, she instantly felt better. Only then did she look over the side effects. Throwing up was the main one. She groaned, dreading that she had to be sick all day. Her phone let out a chime and she grimaced, the noise causing her to flinch. Her eyes darted over the text, and her stomach turned to stone. Hey, ha, someone just saw Kendall at the pharmacy picking up some..rather interesting items. Slut. The number wasn’t in her contacts list so she had no idea who it could possibly be. A sob escaped and she tossed her phone on the car floor, feeling dizzy.
Kendall frowned. Did she think he would leave her if she was pregnant? “Baby,” he said quietly, “I’m not going to leave you alone. If you do get… Pregnant,” he choked out the word, “then I’ll stay with you every step of the way.” He hooked his pinky finger in hers, holding tight. “Pinky swear.” Kendall kissed her forehead again before, sitting upright and putting the car in drive. After a few moments, they pulled up to the local CVS, and Kendall felt his strong exterior soften, the nerves finally showing through. “Fuck,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair and over his eyes. He looked over at Perrie, “Should I go get it?” He asked, voice hoarse.
Perrie weakly wrapped her pinky around Kendall’s. “Okay.” she said, her voice small. Perrie closed her eyes and nodded, her cheeks turning red. “I’m too..embarrassed.” she mumbled, knowing the stares she would get for being so young. “I also don’t think I’m old enough.” she whispered, suddenly feeling sick. She took in a deep breath, and tried to level her thoughts. “Just..yeah.” she finished, resting her head in her hands.
Kendall immediately pulled over to the shoulder of the road, put the car in park and pulled Perrie into him for a tight hug, smoothing her blonde hair back. “Calm down. Everything will be okay,” he murmured in her ear, holding her tighter. He pulled away slightly, so he could see her face and wiped her tears away. “We’ll go get the Plan B, okay? You’re not pregnant. And you’re not a slut.” He paused, biting his lip. “If anything, I’m the slut. I’m the one that forgot a condom.”
Perrie cried into the collar of his shirt, and clinged to his neck. She whimpered and curled up into a small ball in the seat, “I just need it.” she replied, voice not even a whisper. “I need you.” she admitted. “I do.” Wiping away more tears, she sighed. “I’m a huge baby.”
“Baby, calm down,” Kendall said, stumbling out of the back seat and into the driver’s seat. He turned to Perrie, and grabbed her hands, forcing her to look at him. “Perrie, listen to me, we’ll be fine, promise. Look, we’ll go to CVS or something, and get the Plan B. Don’t stress.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead before starting the car and backing out of the parking lot. Truth be told, Kendall’s stomach was tight, sour. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles turning white. He wanted to have kids with Perrie, but they were only teenagers; anything but ready.
At the words ‘we’ll be fine’, Perrie burst into tears. In her mind, if she was pregnant, there was going to be no we. Only I. Only her, alone. Perrie could barely breathe, feeling more than sick. “I’m such a slut.” she sobbed, “Oh my god, I’m going to throw up.”
