AFRAID {a.i.}

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Song of the Chapter: That's Why You're Beautiful - Beyoncé.

"Shit." I cursed and looked at the pregnancy tests that were on the floor, in front of me. Brad ran in and noticed the tests on the floor. He looked up at me and his mouth dropped.

"No... You're not, are you?" Brads eyes were wide and his mouth was open. I stepped back and leant myself on the bath behind me. I covered my mouth with my hand and nodded. Brads breathing hitched. "Oh, wow."

"Ashton.. I need to tell Ashton." I caught my balance and attempted to run out of the bathroom. Brad stopped me and shook his head. I sighed and turned my back to him.

"You know you need to do this face to face." Brad assured me and I agreed. Ashton deserved me to tell him to his face and that I would do, tonight. After the show though, not before. I picked the test up again and looked at it once more before slamming it across the room. I put my hands in my hair and pulled. Tears came down my cheek.

"Fuck, why me? I could be going to college, doing everything I'm meant to do before getting married and having a kid. I'm having a baby Brad. You're going to be an uncle to your little sisters baby." I freaked. My first reaction was worse than I had even expected myself. I was pregnant. Me? Brooklyn Ava Montez was pregnant with Ashton Fletcher Irwin's baby. Brad put his hands around mine and pulled them away from my head. He hugged me tight.

"Being an uncle is fine with me." I felt him chuckle. I couldn't help but smile. "It's just being a mother, is that okay with you?" Brad pulled back and leaned against the bath. I shrugged and wiped my tears. I turned and looked in the mirror. I looked at myself from side view and ran my hand across my stomach.

"I'm going to be so fat." I laughed, nervously and Brad grinned. I had to get use to this now, because I will regret it when this baby is born otherwise. "What about Grandma and Jeff?" I turned and Brads face dropped. I covered my mouth and freaked again.

"Look, we can keep it from them until you are ready. But you need to tell Ashton, that's our main concern." Brad explained and I nodded. I turned back and looked at myself once more. "You need to get ready, I'm going to leave here in about an hour and a half so you best hurry up if you want to get to the concert before anyone." Brad started to walk out the bathroom and I followed. I watched him open my bedroom door.

"Thanks Bradley. I don't know what I would do with you." He smiled and left. I, once again, threw myself on the bed and groaned.

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The venue was packed when we got there. Luckily, the person who did the tickets, or whatever was told to send us backstage. It's insane for a only just signed band to have come this far. The backstage area was bare. The boys were still getting ready so we had to stand and wait. It was me, Brad, and Ana. Cassie couldn't come because of family issues. Which was annoying, because something was going on between her and Michael and it would of been nice. I could hear the talking from the audience and it made me nervous for the band. First proper concert, it was little, but still incredible. I noticed the door swing open and I looked at Brad who smiled in encouragement. If I acted normal, Ashton wouldn't suspect anything and then I would tell him afterwards. I didn't want to put him off the concert, but then again I didn't want to bring his emotions down after the hype. I sighed and watch the boys practically gallop in. They were excited. Ashton immediately ran to me and spun me around. I smiled and hugged him. The rest of the lads spoke to Brad and Ana and I couldn't help but sigh.

"Hello rockstar." I whispered and he placed me down, kissing me lightly. I smiled and he pulled back.

"Hello beautiful, I've missed this little face." He pinched my cheeks with one hand. The other hand was occupied by his drum sticks. I looked at him and my heart sank. He was the father to my child.