I was carried to my bed by Zayn. Harry seemed lost in space for some unknown reason. I couldn't believe it, I was pregnant. I was 18 and pregnant! At least I'm not 16 and pregnant, like the show on MTV. I sighed and cuddled into the covers, relaxed until I heard Liam yelling at someone.
"Do you know what you did to my little sister?"
"No"
"She's pregnant Niall! PREGNANT!"
Then I heard a slap and someone fall and a bunch of boys frantically moving around and yelling. I decided on not moving, but curiosity overwhelmed me and I decided to go downstairs and see what happened.
As I got to the last step I saw a mop of blonde hair laying on the other side of the couch, and four frantic or dazed boys. When I got closer to Niall I noticed that his lip was bleeding pretty bad, but was hit hard enough to be knocked out. I ran to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth, dabbing it onto his lip lightly. Yea sure I got knocked up by this boy, but that didn't change the fact that my brother punched him. As I finished Niall started to wake up, so I quickly got up and headed to my room. No one could know that it was me who cleaned him up, or else I'd be dead too.
I locked the door behind me and ran to my bathroom. Grabbing my razor and gliding it in slits across my soft, smooth skin. I know this isn't good for the baby, but oh well. Liam probably won't let me keep it anyway. He'll probably raise it with his stupid girlfriend Dani. ( ANC!: I love Dani, but for the story, serophina doesn't.) I don't want abortion, but I'm not sure if I want to keep the baby, only to end up raising it on my own. That could be seriously challenging. Especially when it comes to the boys' tour that lasts about a year! I'll have almost zero help then! Well maybe my dad and step-mom will help, oh, and the girls! But not the father, that's for damn sure! I don't think Niall would stick around and help out with the baby a whole lot. That's why I want to put the baby up for adoption, but I still have nine months to figure it all out. If I do keep the baby, it'll be calling it's uncle and aunt mum and dad!
I laid down on my bed and watched my ceiling fan go around and around. I can't stress over baby stuff quite yet! Oh god! When will I tell my mum and dad that I got pregnant with Liam's bandmate? That will be an extremely awkward situation! Seeming as how Niall was the least likely to get a random girl pregnant. That's why my mum and dad are so fond of him! Life can't possibly get any worse than this!
***
I got a phone call and it turns out my dad and step-mum are coming over tomorrow! This is not good! Liam will most likely spill the beans to them and all hell will break loose! I don't know what to expect, but they can't do anything horrible, could they? I mean, I wasn't their only daughter so it wouldn't matter to them, but still! I'm too young to die, and if I die the baby goes with me! They wouldn't want to do that now would they? Of course not!
I laid down in my bed thinking until Liam walked in. " Hey sis! How's it goin?"
"Fine, mum and dad are coming over later for dinner, just an FYI."
"Holy cowoolies! I got to clean up the house! I have to get Harry to put some clothes on! Oh lord please help!"
"I'll help!"
"No no no! You stay and rest!"
"Fine!"
With that he ran out and started to get busy with cleaning and getting some clothes on Harry. I'm sure getting Harry around will take awhile, he really hates wearing clothes!
***
'Knock knock' I walked over to the door to answer it. My dad and step-mum walked in with large smiles on their faces. I slightly smiled back, scared for what their reactions would be when I told them. We went into the living room where the boys were. Liam came over and gave them a hug, while the rest of the boys sat there yelling at the tv because some football game was on. I sat as far away from Niall as possible, and honestly he looked a little disappointed by this action. Next thing I knew dinner was ready and we were all in the dining room chatting away. Again, I took the seat farthest away from Niall.
I know I'm still his girlfriend and I shouldn't be ignoring him. But I didn't want him to confront me about the baby growing in my tummy.
"Are you alright?" My step-mum asked a bit concerned.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" I responded.
"You seem a little tense and uneasy."
"Oh, well I'll try to look more relaxed and confident then." I got up from the table and went to my room. No way in hell was I going to tell my step-mum about this before I tell my dad! I laid on my bed and just thought about everything. Possibilities, outcomes, etc., but most importantly how I was going to keep away from Niall. I heard someone walk in, but I really didn't care to, nor want to, see who it was.
"You can't ignore me forever ya know." His thick Irish accent spoke. I didn't move nor speak. I just laid there like a fish out of water, already dead and dried out. Niall got on top of me, supporting his weight with his forearms. I just ignored him and kept laying there. 'Maybe if I held in my breath, he would think I was dead' I thought. He just rolled to the side and brought me close to him. He stroked my hair and hummed into my ear softly. Soon I felt my eyes get heavy and I was starting to drift off.
***
I woke up to Niall softly snoring beside me and my head on his chest while his arms were wrapped around me. I slowly got up and tiptoed down the stairs, as I walked towards the back door I heard laughing and carrying on. Confused, I walked outside and saw everyone there. The boys, their girlfriends, my parents, everyone's parents. Of course, not my mum and step-dad. But most of the other parents. Everyone took one look at me and laughed. Oh. I'm still on my clothes from yesterday and I have bed head. Great! My face flushed red with embarrassment and I ran inside and up the stairs to my room. Niall was still asleep, so I grabbed some clothes and tiptoed to my bathroom. I took a long hot shower, got dressed, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and applied light makeup. I walked out of my bathroom to find a just now awake Niall. I just glanced at him and walked back down the stairs out the back door, and joined the others. I heard Niall's car back out of the driveway and drive off. Everyone just looked at me confused, but I shrugged it off. All of the sudden, I felt a sick feeling rush over me. I ran inside and made my way to the half-bath in the kitchen. Liam followed, along with my step-mum. I closed the door behind me and locked it, kneeling next to the toilet and puking up my guts. Well, not literally. I got up, rinsed out my mouth, and tossed a min into my mouth. I walked out and my step-mum looked at me with concern and Liam looked guilty.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked raising her voice a little.
"I figured it would be more appropriate that my actual dad knew first!" I said yelling. Just then my dads walked in with a frown on his face.
"What the heck is going on in here!" He yelled.
"Why don't you ask your daughter!" Karen yelled. He turned to look at me with his eyebrows raised. "Well?" He asked kind of annoyed.
"Niallgotmepregnantandiknowiambecauseallpregnancytestswerepositive!" I said all at once. My dad stood there for a couple of minutes trying to process my words. His face hardened and he stormed out of the house and drove off. Going after Niall I guess. Knowing dad he'll either beat Niall up severely, or kill him. I'd rather go with the first option.
