Tummy Troubles {Luke}

Chapter 13

As I scurried into the house I went up into Luke and I's room to pack my stuff.
I grabbed my suitcase filled it with clothes until it would almost not zip shut. I took my laptop backpack shoved my laptop in it along with my charger, phone charger and a picture of Luke and I kissing on the beach, my favorite picture of us. I shiver it in there and threw my suitcase off of the bed swung the backpack over my shoulder and headed downstairs.
As I reached the bottom of the steps I saw three boys standing in front of the couch, only one missing.. Luke.
"Y/N, you don't have to do this.." Calum says calmly.
"Y/N, there are ways to get through this, we'll figure it out." Michael said.
"The boys are ri-" Ashton started.
"JUST STOP! HE DOESNT WANT ME OR HIS CHILD!" I shout. They were a little taken back by yelling.
"Okay? He doesn't want it and I do. So I'm leaving. It's what he wants, and probably what's best." I say as the tears stream down my face.
They didn't respond so I left.
When I got outside I didn't see Luke. It didn't matter anyway. I walked over to my car and threw all my stuff in the back and hopped into the drivers seat.
I looked up and started crying.
   It took me a while to stop but I found a way. I must've sat there for at least 5 minutes because I looked into my review mirror and saw Luke standing behind my car.
I started it and buckled up and began to drive.
I called my mom asking if I could stay with her, but she doesn't know I'm pregnant so I'll hear shit from her as well.
**ONE CAR HOUR LATER**
I pulled up into my parents driveway and shut off the engine and say there. I checked my phone to see what time it was when I noticed I had 47 texts from the boys and 7 voicemails from Luke.
I turned my phone on silent and hopped out grabbing my stuff.
"Mom? I'm home.." I said looking around for my mother.
"I'm in the kitchen sweetie, dinners almost done." She says her cheerful self.
"I'm going to put my stuff in my old room, I'll be back." I said dragging my suitcase up along the steps.
Once I entered the my old room I sat down on my bed and just stared at my stomach.
I finally stopped my trance and changed into sweat pants along with putting my hair in a messy bun and an oversized sweatshirt trying my best to hide my belly.

I skipped down the stairs smelling the food. It smelt good.
I entered the kitchen and saw my mom standing by the stove.
"What's for dinner?" I said glancing at the stove. "Spaghetti." She says proudly. "Sounds great I'm starving!"
I said grabbing my plate. I hadn't realized how much I had when my mom looked at me concerned.
"What?" I say smiling.
"You usually don't eat this much, are you alright?" She says as I sit down at the table.
"Actually no, I just broke up with my boyfriend because of something he didn't want." I said playing with my food.
"And what didn't he want?" My mother asked taking a seat.
"A baby." I mumble.
"What?"
"Mom.." I say shakily.
"Yes sweetheart?"
"I'm pregnant."