Mint’s POV
I slowly woke up in my bedroom with pillows everywhere and my hair a huge mess. I look over and see naked Niall. Wait a second! NAKED NIALL! Oh hell nah!
Melissa’s POV
Ugh, why does my back hurt so much? Aww, Harry’s lying on top of me. I open my eyes and see Louis on top of me.
“LOUIS, GET THE FUDGE OFF OF ME!” I screamed.
“Five more minutes, Mum.” He murmured.
“LOUIS OFF NOW!” I yelled.
He rolled off of me and I got up to find Harry asleep next to me. I dragged him over to the stairs and sighed. Mint walked out of her room wearing a robe and she was shaking.
“Mint, what’s wrong?” I asked climbing up the stairs.
“Niall, he um, we, um, drunk, don’t remember, um, I think I might be pregnant.” Mint said.
I grabbed her hand and led her to my room and we got dressed. I just threw on a black tank top and grey skinny jeans and Harry’s grey beanie. I ran downstairs and dragged dressed Mint with me.
We got in Harry’s car and drove to the drug store.
“What the hell happened last night?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I remember playing ‘I have never’ and that’s it. I think we got wasted last night.” Mint said.
“Yeah, I can tell by the migraine I have.” I said.
We pulled into the parking lot only to be met by paparazzi. Damn they’re fast. I put on sunglasses and Mint followed my lead. We got inside and we bought pregnancy tests and I tried hiding them from the paparazzi by also buying wine. I had my back to the paparazzi covering up our purchases. I ran out to the car with the pregnancy tests in my bag. I also bought some for me just in case of last night. We got in the car and drove to the house. We got inside to find all the boys still passed out but I had no idea where Zayn was.
I ran up to the bathroom and opened up the shower and found Zayn passed out. I dragged him out of the tub and put him in his room. Mint used the bathroom and I used mine. I used three tests. We both agreed to use only three. Then to see the doctor just to make sure.
I came out holding my three tests and Mint put hers next to mine. We had ours different types just to make sure whose is whose.
“Slowest five minutes of my life!” I yelled.
