He's taken, I'm broken (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 7

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“So……..I’m pregnant…..” I trailed off.

Ariana, her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised glared at me. “Repeat that,” she said. “I did not just hear what I think I heard.”

“Ariana……it’s not funny. What am I supposed to do?” I wailed.

“What were you thinking having sex unprotected?” she asked.

“But…. I don’t remember doing it without contraceptives…..”

“Whatever. So what are you gonna do now- cause if your mom finds out…….” She shuddered.

“I don’t know.”

“You should get an ab…….” She started.

“There is no way I’m getting an abortion. You know how I’m against killing innocent kids and anyways I’m not letting go of this part of Louis.”

“You still love him after what he did to you?”

“How many times do I have t o tell you that I’ll love him no matter what he does.” I said tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

“Ugh, please don’t cry. You know I can’t stand the tears. I don’t know how you’re gonna live without Louis.”

“Ariiiiiiii, you’re supposed to be comforting me.”

“I’m clueless about what I’m supposed to do. I mean c’mon. 18 years olds aren’t supposed to have babies now are they?”

“Ugh.”

“So, have you thought of anything? When are you gonna tell Louis?” she asked me.

“I’m not going to tell him.” I said in a matter-of-fact way.

“What? Why? It’s his child too.”

“He said he was better off without me. I’m not going to run after him telling him I’m gonna have his baby.” I said boiling up.

“I can’t believe you, I mean how are you gonna look after the kid? Do you have any ideas about parenting?”

“What’s the internet for?” I said, “Now can we please talk about something else.”

“No, Lauren this is big!”

So we stayed on the topic and made plans about my future. It seemed fool- proof and it would mean that we would part but there would still be visits and calls.

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  “Mom, I’m going to visit aunt Amelia. I’ll stay there for one or two weeks.” I told my mom two days after I had told Ariana I was pregnant.

 “What about your job?” she asked.

“I talked to Mr. Wells. He seemed okay with it.” I lied. The truth was that I had quit and Mr. Wells, my boss, had been really angry with because I had quit without any warning.

“But……you………errr……what about….”  She was struggling for more excuses which could stop me from going. I didn’t blame her. My mom wasn’t fond of her younger sister. She thought that Aunt Amelia was a bad example for me because when she was younger she had gotten involved with the wrong crowd and then had gotten pregnant when she was only 15. My grandparents had been very angry at her and had forced her to get an abortion to save their reputation. Two years after that episode she had gotten married against her parents’ wishes and had had a baby the same year. When Ross was only an year old his father had left him and their mother. Ross was now 16 and he and Aunt Amelia lived in Swindon.