Beautiful People

One

I stare at the mirror, looking at my belly. There was a small bump growing. The pregnancy test was positive.

This was not suppose to happen. Louis and I were only a one night thing. He wasn't even sober.

I grab the phone to call my sister, Veronica.

"Rachel, hey. It's five in the morning, are you okay?" I hear her yawn.

"Umm, I don't know."

"What's wrong?" She was more alert.

"I-im pregnant." I could hardly say it.

There was a pause, but then she explodes, "Oh my gosh! I'm going to be a Aunt! Congrats!"

"Thanks.." I chuckle.

"Who's the dad? I didn't know you had a boyfriend! I hope he is treating you well." She laughs.

"Well.." I trail off.

"No." Her happiness is gone. "You didn't go to one of those parties where they have sex with everyone!"

"My friend Allissa invited me to go. She didn't say there was going to be drinks or drugs.."

"Rachel! Did you drink or do any drugs?" She shrikes.

"No, I would never!"

"So, do you know who had sex with you?"

"Yeah."

"Who?"

"Louis Tomlinson." I say ever so quietly.

"Louis?! Rachel, out of all the men why did it have to be Louis?" I can hear Veronica getting frustrated.

"He was charming.." I start. "He has a way with words." I blush.

"Sweetie, don't start day dreaming over him. He is the devil himself! He has a way with words with everyone! So they can get in his pants! He don't care!"

"He said that he loved me.." I'm still facing the mirror.

"Rachel.. Oh Rachel, do you really believe that Louis Tomlinson has never said that with anybody else?"

"No.. He probably has told a bunch of girls that he loves them." I can feel the tears run down my cheek. "I really messed up." I cry.

"Rachel, please don't cry. Listen, I will come down to Doncaster in the morning. You just get some rest. Is the key still in the flower pot?"

"You don't have to come over. I will be okay."

"Its fine. I will be there in a bit. Just rest." She says one last time. There was no point to argue with her because she always gets what she wants.

"I have to go." I whisper.

"Okay sweetie. I love you."

"Love you too." I end the call.

I hear a knock on the door of my apartment. I look in the mirror and whip my tears and quickly fix my hair. I run to the door.

"Hello love."

I freeze. Louis.

"I forgot my shirt over here. Can I get it?"

"Sure. Come in." I mutter.

"Thanks."

We walk into the silent apartment.

"So Allissa told us that you are pregnant. Who is the sick basterd?" He chuckles.

You, I thought.

"Oh you are one of the girls who keep to themselves. I get it, you don't want to be the slut." He laughs harder.

"Excuse me?" I stop in my tracks.

"Is there something wrong love?" Louis smirked.

"I'm not a slut!"

"Really, was it you I fucked in this apartment?"

"Stay here. I will get your stupid sweater." I mutter and walk into my room.

I came back into the living room to find Louis staring at my family photos.

"You looked like a sweet little girl." He stands up straight and stares at me.

"Thanks."

There was a loud knock on the door that made Louis and I both jump.

"Don't answer it." Louis whispers.

"Why?" I whispered, now confused.

"Allissa told us since at the party someone overdosed on drugs, well she's blaming you for bringing the drugs when really she did." Louis explained.

"She wouldn't do that!"

"You don't know Allissa like I do." He says.

"Rachel Horan! Open up now! This is the police!" The knocks grew louder.

"What do we do?" I ask in fear.

"Follow me." Louis grabs my hand and leads me into the closet. He shuts the door.

"What are we doing?"

"Love, we have to be quite so they don't hear us." Louis whispers again.

"Rachel Horan! Open up now!"

"Hey, Rachel. I will make Allissa drop the charges. You don't deserve this." Louis whisper, I can hear the kindness in his voice.

Maybe it was wrong to judge him.

"Thanks.."

"No problem. Hey, if you ever need me, just call me." Louis smiles.

"Okay.." I feel myself blush.

"That night I was here, I put my number in your phone.." Louis slightly chuckles.

"Oh.." I muttered.

It was nice of him to hide me in the closet while the police banged on the door, but I really wished he would go now.

After a while all was silent, all you heard was our faint breathes.

"They're gone." Louis whispered.

We walk into the living room.

"Just text me, if you need anything." He walks to the door.

"Thanks again." I smile.

"No problem love." Louis returns the smile, then leaves, quietly shutting the door behind him.

I listened to Veronica's advise and go into my room. I get under the covers and close my eyes.

Him.
His smile.
His eyes.
Him.

Ugh Rachel, stop thinking of Louis. He does not like you, what just happened was out of kindness.

My phone vibrated on my nightstand. I grab it.

To: Rachel
Hey :)

To: Louis
Umm hey :)

To: Rachel
Wow, don't you sound excited! I was just checking on you.

To: Louis
Aww, someone cares. ;)

I smile to myself, but soon fades. I'm talking to the devil.

To: Rachel
Haha. Are you feeling good?

Why does he care?

To: Louis
I'm okay.. I think.

To: Rachel
What? What do you mean?

No, you can't be nice to him.

To: Louis
Listen, I'm tired. I'm going to get some shut eye. I hope you don't mind.

To: Rachel
Okay.

To: Louis
Okay..

I chuckle to myself, and put my phone back on the night stand. I close my eyes again, hoping sleep will soon come.