Our Chemical Direction

Chapter 13: Plan B

{Thorn's POV}

I walked down the aisle of the drug store, looking for the box. There. I picked up the box of Plan B and made my way to the counter. The checkout girl gave me a dirty look. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, making my way to the car. Louis was waiting and pulled off as soon as my seatbelt was tightened.

I opened my drink and swallowed the pill. Louis placed his hand on my knee. "Do you think I'm an asshole for asking you to do this?" he asked. "No! I would die if I got pregnant. Plus, Gee would probably kill you." I laughed. He smiled.
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(2 weeks later)

"Are you sure you're okay? I don't think cramps are supposed to cripple you." Louis worried. "I'm fine, its probably just from the Plan B. It causes stomach pain and nausea." I argued. "Its only supposed to last a day."

"I'm-" I threw my guts up into the toilet. "Should we take you to a doctor?" he asked. "No, its nothing that serious."

I laid down in bed, looking at him. "Do you want me to make you soup?" he offered. "Could you make me Ramen noodles with hot sauce?" I begged. "Jeez, what's with you and spice now a days?" he joked. I laughed and watched him leave the room.

He came back with what I asked for, as well as a drink. When he tried to hand it to me his hand smacked into my chest. "Ow, careful. They've been hurting." I pouted. I knew he was about to ask if I was okay again, so I added. "I think I'm starting my period next week." I sighed. He nodded.

"Well, do you think you'll be able to make the interview?" he asked. I nodded. "I'm starting to feel better."
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"Lou, we need to talk." I sat down. Louis followed my example. "What's wrong?"

"Its been 3 weeks and I still haven't got my period." I explained. His face dropped. "Oh god, we're going to the store right now." he panicked.

We drove to the drug store and bought a pregnancy test. It was a two pack. I decided to use both for accuracy.

Louis waited outside the bathroom while I tortured myself over the possible results. I mean, I wanted a baby, I loved Louis, but what if he leaves? What if I don't have enough money to take care of it? I don't want my kid to grow up that way.

As 2 minutes passed I looked at the tests on the counter. I counted 2 lines on each.

I started hyperventilating, putting both tests in my back pocket. I started crying before I even exited the bathroom. "What is it?" he asked. He wrapped his arms around me while I sobbed. "Positive." I whimpered. He froze. "Its okay. Its okay. Calm down. Its probably a false positive." he soothed me.

Later that night we made an appointment with a gynecologist. We went the next day.

"Alright, Thorn. Let's take a look." the doctor smiled. She covered the tool in gel and practically shoved it inside of me. "Oh, yeah. That's a cute little one you're growing there. Its only about 5 weeks, but it looks good so far." she broke the news. I lost all color in my face. "Oh, god. Louis what the hell are we gonna do?" I asked. He was silent.

We drove home and went to our separate rooms, each of us thinking.
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"Good morning." Louis popped his head over me. I opened my eyes. "Okay, baby, so I came up with a way to fix this." he started. I stood up, angered. "Its my body. I don't know if I want to get rid of it." I growled. He looked confused. "No, not that. I called and we can get a beautiful 2 bedroom flat, not too far from here. I just need to say the word and its ours." he grinned. I was taken back. He wanted to keep it?

"What happens when your fans find out? When Gerard finds out?" I thought. "We'll be far away by the time that happens."

I thought about it. "Okay, tell them we'll take it. But I wanna get it ready secretly before we move in or tell anyone." I agreed. He smiled and called someone, working out the details of our apartment.
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(2 months later)
"Thorn, you have to see this." Louis called me into his room. In his hand was a magazine. I was on the front cover.

19 Year Old Thorn Way Said To Be Pregnant With Pop Star Louis Tomlinson's Baby

The picture was of me in my tank top, a bump barely visible. "Those assholes! I don't even look pregnant! They're going to blow my cover!" I ranted. He started to rub my shoulders. "The flat is almost ready. They just need to finish the nursery." he calmed me. I smiled. "I wanna take you out to dinner tonight. I bought you a dress to wear." he brought out a beautiful mint colored dress. It had a white jacket to come with it.

"Thank you! I love it." I twirled around with it in my hands. "Get changed."

I had gotten ready and was about to leave when Gerard shouted my name. "Thorn, look at this magazine." he ordered. I cringed. It was, of course, the one from earlier. "Are you pregnant?" he asked. I looked at him. "Yes." I whispered. For a second I thought he was going to march outside to the car to kill Louis, but he just hugged me. "If you ever need any help with babysitting, or if you can't keep up money wise, I'll be here. Just ask." he whispered. I teared up and thanked him.

Me and Louis made our way to a five star restaurant south of the house.

"Tomlinson, reservation for two." he told the worker. He led us to a fancy table with champagne. We sat down.

After we ordered our food we sat in silence until Louis spoke up. "You know if someone told me I'd be here right now, sitting with you, my baby in your stomach, I would've called them insane." he smiled. I grinned and held his hand across the table. "When I met you I knew you'd be fiesty, that you'd always argue with me and insist on always being right. I remember our first date, and our first kiss, and the first time we had sex. I remember the look in your eyes when you found out that you'd be a mother, as well as how I felt when I realized I would be a father. I've been through so much with you. Hell, I've been shot with you. But no matter what, I still stick around." he continued.

He stood up and dropped to one knee. "Thorn Way, will you do me the honor of marrying me?" he asked, pulling out a blue velvet box. Inside was a silver band with 5 diamonds on it. I started to cry. "Yes, you idiot! Yes!" I smiled and hugged him, allowing him to slide the ring on my finger. He pulled me in for a kiss. "Baby?"

"Yes?"

"The house is ready."