One Night Stand Gone Wrong *COMPLETED*

8

It is now 12pm and I still haven't slept one bit. Stacey went for a nap for a couple hours and now we are seated in the lounge room watching tv, trying to figure out a way to tell Ashton without me actually talking to him in person or over the phone, or just talking to him in general. We had nothing.

"Why don't you just post a picture of the scan on Instagram and see if he says anything? I know that he's still following you so maybe he will see it?"

"Yeah but how am I supposed to explain it to the rest of my followers considering they only followed me because they saw the pictures and shit of Ashton and I?"

"Good point, but I still think you should do it. Or a photo of your belly and say how many weeks you are?"

"I guess it's better then nothing. Plus if he does see it, he could put two and two together and figure it out. Man what would I do without you," I pulled out my phone, stood up and walked over to the mirror, lifting my shirt to expose my belly. Just as I took the photo, Stacey managed to be able to photobomb the photo, making me laugh. "You're an idiot Stac!" I took another photo and made sure that she wasn't in it before posting it. "So, what should the caption be?"

"What about 'Still no bump, but I'm now' and then put how many weeks and shit you are."

So that's what I did. My caption turned out to be 'Nearly 7 weeks but no bump yet.' I showed Stacey and she smiled in approval. Instantly there was heaps of people liking it and congratulating me. Stacey decided to like it too. "Now we wait," I said before putting my phone down and going to the bathroom. Just as I sat on the toilet seat, I heard my phone go off which meant that I had a text message. Not thinking anything of it, I decided to take my time. Until I heard Stacey.

"Ashton Irwin just texted you!"

Ashton P.O.V.

I decided to turn the notifications on for Allison so that whenever she posted something on Twitter and/or Instagram, I would get a notification for it, which I am glad I did because here I am, lying on the couch staring at a photo that was just posted on her Instagram. It was a full body image of her lifting her shirt, showing off her stomach. The caption is what caught my eye.

Nearly 7 weeks but no bump yet.

"Guys, how long ago were we with those girls?"

Cal looked at me, uncertain of why I wanted to know. "I think it was like, 6 or 7 weeks ago, why?"

"Fuck!" I looked back at the photo and shook my head.

"What? What's going on?" Michael asked, still confused as to what was actually happening. Luke and I were still ignoring each other so he was out for a walk or something.

"Look on Allison's Instagram," was all I could manage to say. I watched as they pulled out their phones and scrolled through a couple of people before they stopped on the photo that I was talking about.

"Holy shit dude! How could you let this happen!?"

"I didn't mean for it to end up like this, I didn't-"

"No, I mean how could you let her carry your child and still have nothing to do with her?" I looked at Cal in confusion.

"I didn't know that she was pregnant!"

"Well then stop being a stubborn asshole and call or text her for fuck sake!"

He was right, I needed to stop this and just contact her. This is insane. I scrolled through my contacts until I found her name and messaged her. I just hope that it's not to late to fix this and help her.

Allison P.O.V.

I ran back into the room and dived onto the bed, grabbing my phone before I landed on it. I unlocked it and clicked on the message, reading it out loud so that Stacey could know what he had said. "Allison, I know that I should have sent this a long time ago, but I was too stubborn. When I saw you leave the hotel crying, I wanted to chase after you, I wanted to make everything ok, but I was just frozen, I couldn't make myself move that was my first mistake. I also didn't want to be the first to contact you in case you never wanted to see me again, so I waited for you to be the first one to contact me, but I see now that that was my second mistake. I don't want to make another mistake, I want to fix all that I have done. But please, please tell me if you're carrying my child because if you are, I promise to be there. If not then I won't mind, I just need you in my life. I can't stop thinking about you. Man this sounds so cheesy but it's all true. Please reply, I want to fix this, I want you to trust me. Please....Ash xx"

I looked up to see that Stacey had her mouth wide open in shock. "That was not what I thought would happen, but holy shit that was cute!"

"What do I do?" I couldn't stop smiling after reading that. Here I was thinking that he wanted nothing to do with me when in reality, he was just being as stubborn as I was.

"Text him back you idiot!" she squealed, slightly slapping my arm. I looked down at my phone and began typing.

To: Ashton Irwin 12:37pm

The baby is yours, I wanted to find a way to tell you without actually talking to you because I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to me or not. I guess I can be stubborn too. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I don't want to ruin your career, so I understand if you can't be here for the baby, but I will never keep him/her from seeing you whenever you can. This is too crazy to even think about. One minute we're partying, then the next minute I find out I'm pregnant. You don't need to fix anything Ashton, it was my own fault for running away from my problems, not that you're a problem.

I sent it off, not expecting a reply, but minutes later my phone went off again, straight after I finished reading what I said, to Stacey. "Read it out to me woman! The suspense is killing me!"

"He said, Where are you, I want to see you. I have a couple days off before the next concert and I want to spend it making sure that you're ok xx"

"That is so cute!"

"Do you think I should tell him? I mean, would it be weird having him here?"

"If you don't invite him then I fucking will!"

So I did. I sent him the address and then put my phone down, before it went off again. "He said, I'll see you tomorrow," I looked up at Stacey as I squealed! Ok, so maybe I wasn't completely over Ashton, but hey, I had a right to avoid him and the band, but why refuse to fix everything when the offer is right on the table? I just hope that when and if he comes, things will end up ok when he leaves again...