Spin The Bottle (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter One

Chapter One w/ note :

Kyla burst into fits of laughter, "You're joking, right?"

Oh, I wish I was, Kyla...oh, I really wish I was.

I shook my head to answer. I was going to say something, but when I opened my mouth only one thing came out. And that was air. Kyla froze at realization that I wasn't joking about me thinking I was pregnant. Her blue eyes were wide, and her joking expression turned into a dead serious one.

"Y-you're...you're pregnant?" her voice was like a whisper. Kyla's natural skin color got paler and paler as we got mixed into a new, and more complicated, conversation. She looked like she couldn't believe it, but deep down inside, you knew she did. I nodded, "That means...that means you're going to be a mother, and Harry is going to be a father."

"I think I'm pregnant," I said, "I'm not a hundred percent sure yet."

"That means, I'm going to be an aunt, too, and-wait, is Harry even the father?" Kyla asked raising an eyebrow, "Or did-"

"God, Kyla! This isn't rocket science!" I exclaimed, not caring that there were three year olds in the room, "Of course Harry is the dad!"

"So you admit that you're going to be a mummy?" Ariana asked. I gave her a look, and Kyla nodded, "I was right! I'm going to have a friend!"

"Oh, shut up, Ariana," I rolled my eyes. Ariana's eyes grew big and she gasped. Zara did the same thing as she looked up from playing with the new toys Megan had bought for her, "What?"

"You just said something bad," Ariana replied.

"Daddy and mummy say that isn't nice to say," Zara shook her head at me, "Be quiet is more appropriate."

"Since when do you know what appropriate means?" I asked, instead of asking how shut up wasn't nice to say when their parents both say it around their friends.

"Does that really matter? I'm only three," Zara rolled her eyes, "And I'm going to be having a new friend."

"A cousin," Kyla smiled, "And a new play mate."

"This is exciting!" Ariana said to her sister, "We should throw a party!"

Zara nodded her head, "With balloons and cake!"

"Woah, woah, woah," I said getting in the middle of this, "Nobody is planning parties, and nobody knows for sure that I'm going to be having a baby."

"But parties are fun," Kyla frowned.

"You're on their side?" I asked.

Kyla shrugged, "Their good persuaders. They said there will be cake."

"Niall has influenced you way too much," I shook my head, "We have to keep this conversation a secret. Uncle Harry can't know about this."

"What about Uncle Ni and Uncle Lee-Yum?" Zara asked, making Kyla quietly giggle at how she pronounced Liam's name, "Or daddy and Uncle Lou?"

"They can't know either," I said, "Neither can Aunt Charlie and Aunt Vivi."

"But shouldn't Uncle Haz know? He's the daddy," Ariana crossed her arms. How did I get into this conversation with two three year olds and a twenty one year old who acts like a three year old sometimes? The world may never now.

"You know, you two are very smart for your own age," I told the two little girls, "You both know more than I did when I was three."

"We do?" they both said in unison. This made it a little creepy. I mean, they're both twins. Imagine it; two girls that are the age of three, who look identical, saying the same thing at the same time? Weird? Definitely.