Lyric's POV
When the plane landed we got our blood drawn, which wasn't as bad as we, I, expected. Kale didn't even cry from his spot in Louis' arms. I held Harry's hand throughout the whole process.
"Okay, so your all good to go," the lady said.
I took Kale off Lou and Harry came to stand beside me. "You have a very adorable son, Mr. Styles, Miss Andrews," the lady said.
"Harry's not the father," I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just assumed, the boy looks so much like Mr. Styles," she said.
"We all think so, too," Liam said.
"Could you prove to them that Harry's not the father?" I asked.
"I suppose we could," she said and started doing whatever she needed to do. "We'll call you when the results are in," she said.
We left the building to head to the hotel we'd be staying in four the next couple days.
~TwoDaysLater~
I looked up at Harry and smiled. He pecked my lips and Kale's forehead. I waited and Kale started to fuss, wanting his Louis. Louis took him and Harry looked down at me. I knew he was wondering what I was keeping from him and if he should be scared, just by the look in his eyes. I kissed him in reassurance, knowing if I told him now, he'd be sure to tell Louis.
My phone started to ring, informing me I had a phone call, "Hello?" I asked into the phone.
"Hello, Miss Andrews?"
"This is she," I answered.
"Hi, this is Angela from the blood center you visited two days ago."
"Oh, yes, I remember."
"You're test results are in. Miss, can you tell me who you believe is the father of your son?" she asked.
"His name is Derek," I replied.
"Well, the results say that Mr. Styles is the father of your son," she told me.
I froze, what? Harry, the father of my baby. My boyfriend is the father of my son? I just met him two months ago! Unless...
FLASHBACK
"I fucking hate you!" I screamed at Derek, completely hammered and he embarrassed me in front of my friends.
"Lyric, you're drunk," he informed me.
I slapped him, "Don't you dare tell me I'm drunk. I'm fine," I said.
"C'mon, Lyric, let's go," some purple haired girl said and I agreed to go with her.
I saw a curly haired boy, one that looked vaguely familiar. I pulled myself away from the girl and made my way over to the boy. "I'm so sorry," I cried into his chest.
He rubbed my back, "It's okay, beautiful. Let's go get another drink then we can go upstairs," he said and I quickly agreed.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Miss Andrews? Are you there?" Angela asked.
"Uh, yes, thank you for calling. I appreciate it," I told her and hung up without waiting for an answer.
I looked at Harry, who was watching with a worried look on his face, "Are you alright, love? Who was that?" he questioned.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. How was I supposed to tell him that he really was the father of my, our, son? Would he be upset? Happy? Scared? Would he leave? Would he tell Kale and I to leave? What would I do? I had no where else to go.
