Need you | Miles Fairchild

23 | the truth

Y/N POV

"It's positive," I said, dropping the two-lined pregnancy test onto the cold tiled floor.

Miles' face froze. "Surely it's a false positive, right? Take another one, surely," he stammered, his eyes wide with shock.

"Miles, it's positive, okay? It's fucking positive! What am I gonna do?" I shouted, tears threatening to spill.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna get through this," Miles said, reaching out to caress my arm, his touch meant to calm me.

I stood there in disbelief, my mind spinning. There is no way I could be a mother at this age—I can barely take care of myself right now. My chest tightened, panic clawing at me. That's when the thought hit me: I have to abort this child. I cannot do this. I'm not ready. I'm not fit.

"I'm not doing this, Miles, I ca—" I started, my voice breaking, when his phone rang.

He looked at me, apologetic, and answered. "Now isn't a good time," he said, his voice tense, worry etched across his features.

"Who is it?" I asked, frowning, my stomach twisting.

Miles left the bathroom, ignoring me, and disappeared into my bedroom, closing the door behind him. My heart dropped. Who could possibly be more important than this moment? I pressed my ear to the door, straining to listen.

"Rebecca, I can't do this right now, seriously. Call me back later, okay? Maybe when Y/n is asleep. I dunno... just not right now," I heard him say.

Rebecca.

ARE YOU JOKING?! My blood boiled, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. Rage surged through me.

I flung the door open. "Are you serious right now, Miles? What was so important that you had to answer the phone at a moment like this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Look, okay, I'm sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have answered," he said, guilt written all over his face.

"Who was it?" I pressed, my voice shaking with fury.

"Just one of the boys. They're having a little get-together tonight. I'll see you later, yeah?" Miles said, turning and walking downstairs as if nothing had happened.

I froze. Are you joking? I had just shown him a positive pregnancy test, and he answered his phone, disappeared into another room, and then told me he had to leave. Who does that?

My head spun, panic and anger mingling into a storm. And then it hit me—the party. I remembered how much I had drunk that night. Could I still be pregnant? Or did the alcohol somehow affect it? I couldn't process it all alone. I had to tell someone. I had to call Alice.

I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, my hands shaking. The thought of confiding in her, of sharing the fear and uncertainty, brought a small sense of relief. Finally, I wouldn't be facing this alone.

"Hello?" her voice was bright and curious.

"Alice... I need you," I said, my voice trembling.

"What's wrong, Y/n? Are you okay?" she asked, instantly alert.

"I... I think I'm pregnant," I whispered, the words tasting like panic on my tongue.

There was a pause on the line. "Wait... what?" she finally said, her tone a mix of shock and concern.

"It's positive, Alice. I'm... I'm freaking out," I admitted, feeling tears threaten again.

"Okay... okay. Breathe, Y/n. You're not alone. We'll figure this out," she said firmly, grounding me.

I leaned against the bathroom counter, the cold tiles pressing against my back, and let the words sink in. My life felt like it was spinning out of control, and yet... having Alice on the line made it just a little less terrifying.

"I don't know what to do, Alice," I whispered.

"We'll figure it out together," she said. "First things first—you need to stay calm. And Y/n? You're not alone in this. Not now, not ever."

I swallowed hard, the weight of the news settling on my shoulders, but for the first time since I saw that test, I felt a flicker of hope. I wasn't facing this alone.