Pretty Princess ⇝ Lashton [1] ✓

chapter forty four

The next week at school was fucking awful.

In History, I'd spoken to Mr Thompson about moving seats and now I sat beside Aleshia instead of Niall and Ashton. Niall and I still spoke but whenever Ashton joined in or walked over to us, I left saying I'd see Niall later. In fact I did it with all of the boys.

The party at Harry's hadn't changed the fact that he cheated and that he was an asshole. I still wanted to avoid him at all costs.

PE was really awkward so I simply told the teacher that I'd hurt my leg and pulled a fake limp so I could sit with Michael on the sidelines and we talked about baby names. He'd picked a few names so far.

For a girl: Aurora, Spencer or Amelia.

For a boy: Wyatt, Caden or Parker.

Michael said he wanted a little girl so we could both dress her up in cute skirts and stuff and she'd match me. I found that adorable.

And the baby talk seemed to distract me from noticing the way Ashton stared at me as he did laps or played football. I only knew about it when Michael pointed it out and I simply looked down and wanted to cry--again.

Things at home were weird because now Michael was sharing my bedroom with me. We had two single beds instead of my big one and Michael slept with his Daniel teddy, the one I brought him. And yeah, maybe I cried myself to sleep a lot but Michael always came and cuddled me.

I didn't go see the band play anymore either. Sometimes Louis would FaceTime me so I could hear the songs and he muted it when Ashton sang a song. Louis said it was weird for me not to be there and the bar man even asked 'where's the pink skirted boy?' And that made me smile but maybe I wouldn't go there again.

But right now, Oscar was here. In my bedroom, cuddling with Michael as I did homework, along with baby shopping.

They had been cuddly and kissing and being sickingly cute and I kind of missed it with Ashton. It'd only been ten days. It was February the sixth now; eight days till Valentines Day.

But he apologised for hitting me and saying those mean things and I apologised for Ashton for breaking his ankle and a few ribs. He even had crutches with him and a blue strap on cast on his ankle.

But Oscar was nice, and he seemed to love the baby growing inside of Michaels tummy. He constantly talked to the baby and asked questions. It was cute.

"So when's your first scan?" He asked Mikey.

"When he's ten weeks," I answered for Michael, he tended to forget about it. "So in six weeks and then again when he's twenty weeks."

Michael burst in to giggles, "How much did you research?"

"A lot," I mumbled, "I've been keeping myself busy since..."I frowned, "Well you know who."

"He's such an asshole." Oscar said and I agreed. "He slept around so much and when he cheated on you with Mali--"

I swivelled around in my chair and stared at him. "Mali?!"

Oscar bit his lip, "He slept with Mali, she practically forced him in to making him drown loads of shots and then dragged him upstairs."

"She forced him?" I asked and he nodded but I shook my head. He still could've say no to the drinks.

"Honestly I wouldn't even go near him. He's a time bomb waiting to explode." Oscar said before leaning back against Michael and kissing his cheek.

I swivelled back to my laptop and my revision guides before grabbing my phone and calling Calum's phone, "Calum Hood speaking." He said in a posh tone and I giggled.