Mr. Popular

Talking it Out

"Hey Niall it's Molly, again, anyway give me a call when you get this message," I say into the phone before hanging up.

It's been a week and Niall hasn't talked to me since that text. I had to make things good between us. He was my brother. Okay ew I had sex with my "brother" and am now pregnant with his child. That's just kind of a gross thought.

"Molly pick up the phone! Molly Molly Molly!" my phone sang to me in Nialls voice. I sighed in relief and answered the phone.

(A/N: Niall=¢ Molly=#)

#Hello#

¢Is it really mine?¢

#Yes Niall it's really yours#

¢How do you know?¢

#Considering that was my first time having sex and I haven't any since I'm sure it's yours#

¢Molly I'm sorry I acted like a dush¢

#Its okay Niall I understand where your coming from#

¢You do?¢

#Yes I do, your nineteen your apart of a famous band, you guys are at the peak of your careers and the last thing you need to worry about is a baby#

¢So what's the plan?¢

#I'm not giving the baby up for adoption or having an abortion. So I can raise it without you if you want#

¢I'd never ask you to. I want to be a good father¢

#Niall there I'd one tinsy tiny little problem#

¢What's that?¢

#I'm back together with Harry#

¢How is that a problem?¢

#I haven't told him yet#

¢Molly you need to tell him¢

#I know Niall I know I will okay? Just don't say anything about the baby until I tell you I told him#

¢Okay ,I gotta go Paul is calling me for stage¢

#Okay, good luck break a leg#

¢Thanks¢

And he hung up. I set my phone down on my desk and stared st my laptop. A page talking about pregnancy is pulled up.

I'm only in my first trimester. I feel so horrible. I've been tired a lot lately and ugh the vomiting is not fun either. If your wondering no I'm not starting these sypmtoms early. They normally happen a few weeks after you become pregnant. And let me tell ya I'm no exception.

I don't want my baby to be under the public eye but I guess if it's father is Niall Horan from One Direction and I'm dating Harry Styles from One Direction, it's probably going to be under the public eye. I could always hide my stomach, stay out of paprazzi's sight. But how would I hide it from people at school? They knew who I was dating. I couldn't drop out of the school either. My parents would kill me. Plus that wouldn't look good when I was trying to get into another school, they'd want to know why. They may even look my name up and see that I was dating Harry.

I sigh and close my laptop and put my head on top of it. I don't have the energy to move from my chair when a knock comes on the door.

"It's open!" I yell

The door squeks open and I hear footsteps into the room. I lift my head and turn around to see Simon Cowell standing in my room.

"Simon Cowell?" I ask him in astonishement

"Yes. Molly Fonley?" he asks

I nod my head and he looks at me.

"I've heard a lot about you from Harry," he says

"That doesn't explain to me why you're in my room," I say

"Right well I need you to do a press conference in an hour saying all claims of you and Niall sleeping together are false," he says

"Claims of me and Niall sleeping together? There aren't any," I say

He pulls his phone out and shows it to me. The page pulled up is a magazine on line saying about how they saw Niall and I leaving the club, checking into the hotel and how we were both wearing the same clothes and blah blah blah blah blah. I mean yeah we did sleep together but how do they know? The only thing that suggests we did is that we were in a hotel. But we could've been there because it was closer than the UNI, and for clothes yeah we always carry extra clothes with us when we go clubbing. I'm just glad that security at the club didn't let them in otherwise it'd be real hard to let it slide that we DIDN'T sleep together. Even though we did. And now I'm pregnant.

"Why do I need to do a press conference?" I ask

"Because you need to clear both of your names, Niall has already done his now it's your turn," Simon says

I nod and mentally curse Niall out for not telling me this was coming.

"It'll be downstairs in the lobby in an hour, be ready," he says

I nod and he leaves the room. I get up from my chair and open my closet. I pull out a nice pair of jeans and pull them on and a nice striped shirt. I put on a little make up and brush my hair. When I'm done my hour is almost up, 10 minutes to spare. I walk out of my room down down the hall out into the rain. I sigh, it's always raining here, I walk to the door that says 'Lobby' and open it. There's a whole lot of cameras here and reporters. I gulp and make my way over to Simon who is standing at the front of the room.

"Good you're ready, let's get this show on the road!" he says

I get pushed behind the table that was set up and sit on the chair. The reporters start throwing out questions and I answer them as truthfully as I can not say that I slept with Niall. I wasn't paying much attention to the questions really. They were all basically the same anyway.

"Molly are you pregnant with either Harry or Niall's child?" one reporter yelled

I looked up and saw they had all stopped talking and were looking at me waiting for me to answer.

"No," I say "No I'm not pregnant with eithers baby. I'm not pregnant at all,"

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Dun dun dun...Molly's keeping secrets!!! What do you think she's going to do? How is she going  to tell Harry? 

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