Kiss Me Before the Sky Falls

-Chapter 10- Sometimes We Have to do Things We Don't Like To -

"PHOTOSHOOT?! LOUIS I'M PREG-" He put a hand over my mouth before I howled loud enough to wake up Zayn in the hallway.

"And that's my fault. I'm sorry. But would you prefer doctored photos or press on our backs?"

"Press can be ignored." I grumbled, knowing I really had no say in the matter. I was less worried about my baby bump (five inches to the line) and more about Liam. I really didn't want to see him, especially since we had no choice over our costumes. I just prayed it wasn't what I thought they wanted me to wear.

Skin-tight dress. I could scarcely move. The stylist yelled at me for gaining weight and demanded I'd be removed from the photoshoot. Cool with me. But they just decided to be "creative"; getting all up on Lou. Poor guy. They made me arch my back to stick out my ass and give the camera what they considered a seductive glance, like I had any guy fans. I left with a bad back and worse self-esteem than before.

I'd been released from the hospital, that was the good news. Louis and Wily were literally jumping for joy that the baby would probably be born in England-I don't know why it matters but let them have their moment. I had to get on a plane soon; or I wouldn't be allowed on one anymore!

Louis asked me if until the baby was born, four months from now, I think, we could stay in Doncaster with in his family home. I didn't care, except for I don't think his mom likes me. She always gave me glares with razors in them from across the table when Louis says anything about me. I've caught her outside our door, trying to catch us sleeping together! Like we'd be that stupid. Then she'd act all victimized by it, and whatever had happened became my fault. Wily wasn't a fan, either, and that was a reassurance.

So Louis and Wily were busy packing, and purchasing, things for the trip. I enjoyed a curly straw and a cup of orange juice as they did so, kicked back in a wooden chair, feet on the dining table, and watched them patiently pack and do their business. Louis had no idea that I was just taking advantage, and I was feeling fine. That was the best part.

"Feeling any better, button?"

"Eh." Wily had a hotel, and I'd been dragged down to let them pack. It was fun to theatrically fall and get up and try not to laugh while yelling at Lou. He knew it was a joke and that made it less amusing, but stayed there, nodding with polite and eloquent British "yes ma'am."s and just being quite the little actor. I got bored of him rolling his eyes with a smile and walking away and just sipped my juice.

"Oh yeah drink that juice."

"Hey Wily." She giggled and sat down next to me, unloading a full bag of stuff. She told me what everything was as she set it down and what it did, but I swear I didn't hear what she was saying. Too many vitamins and medicinal remedies for me to care about all of them. Maybe one or two for the baby but this was just overwhelming. I found amusement in knocking them over and watching Wily glare, take a deep breath, and resetting it. Then I'd do it until she actually got up and tried to hit me. I held on her wrists do she wouldn't claw me and laughed. It was fun until the chair couldn't support me anymore.

"Ow...Louis, she hurt me!" I whined, an accusatory finger at Wily Cat, on top of me from suddenly losing our balance. She cringed when Louis looked over with such a fierce glance she should've been afraid for her life. I was smug on the inside, even though she really did hurt me, and pouted.

"Shalice, get away from her." He looked tired, though I had no sympathy, I'd been up all night because his kid couldn't relax. Wily gave a humph in annoyance and got off of me. I rolled out and moved to go sit on a clear area of couch. I curled up with a pillow and watched Louis.

"Lou? When are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow afternoon don't stress about it alright?" He SOUNDED tired, jeez. He didn't look up from packing.