Your pregnant and he reacts (negatively) part 1

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by __Eriin__

by __Eriin__

Ashton:

After throwing up up constantly, your college decided to send you back to your dorm. This never happened, you were never sick but it had been like this for the past few weeks, so this morning you took a pregnancy test but you were late to class so you didn't have time to check it. You unlocked the dorm room, sighing before chucking your bag onto a nearby chair and slipping off your shoes.

"Y/n what is this?" Ashton yelled storming out of the bathroom, holding from what you could see,a positive pregnancy test. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. You thought Ashton would be happy that you were pregnant. That he would be a dad. He was furious by the look of it.

"You know what I can't deal with this shit!" He yelled, throwing the stick on the floor and pulling his coat on that was laying on your chair. You reached out, trying to grab his shoulder.

"You're- you're leaving me?" You whispered, tears dripping down your face. He glanced at you before opening the door.

"Goodbye Y/n..."

Calum:

You had just found out that you were pregnant and you wanted to surprise Calum in a fun way so you bought a small onesie and wrote a note which read 'Baby on the way'. You wrapped it up and left it downstairs on the sofa whilst you jumped in the shower. You heard stomping up the stairs, the door was thrown open and an angry Calum stood in the doorway, clutching the box in his hand. You smiled at him before your smile turned into a frown once you saw his face.

"What's wrong Cal?" You asked, stepping out of the shower and covering your body with your towel, and reaching out to touch his shoulder, but he pushed your hand back.

"When were you going to tell me you were pregnant?" He spat, shoving the box into your arms, your eyes widened.

"You know what, I'm working on my album and now you're pregnant, do you know what this is going to do to my fame?" He yelled, getting up in your hurt face.

"You know what Calum, JUST LEAVE!" You yelled, sitting down on the floor, sobbing as Calum stormed out of the house.

Luke:

"Why did I find this in the bin Y/n?" Luke yelled once he had found your positive pregnancy stick hidden in in an old tube of toilet roll that you had thrown in the bin. You ran your hand through messy hair and looked up at his angry face, you placed your book down in front of you.

"I haven't been feeling too good... I figured there was no harm in checking." You shrugged, opening your book again, not fully realising how angry Luke was.

"But you're pregnant. Y/N I'M TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A KID!" He yelled, grabbing the book out of your hand and chucking it onto the floor, you flinched slightly, your hands resting on your ever so slight bump. His eyes flickered from your eyes to where your hands had moved to, he look hurt.

"AND YOU THINK I'M NOT YOUNG EITHER? I HAVE A BABY GROWING INSIDE OF ME AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S WORRYING ABOUT YOUR LIFE!" You screamed, poking his chest.

You sighed angrily, rubbing the temples to try and soothe your pounding head. "I can't be bothered to deal with your fucked up shit Luke, if your going to stay and help me with our baby, if not LEAVE!" He looked at your stomach before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Michael:

There's no doubt that Michael was a horny teenage boy. You should know he got you pregnant so when he pushed you down onto your bed... Whilst you were pregnant... You knew you had to tell him. You had found out you were pregnant about 3 weeks ago and had kept it a secret in hopes that he wouldn't leave you.

"Why not Y/n? I'm feeling it NOW." Michael moaned, jutting out his lower lip and rubbing your exposed skin.

"Well there's something I need to tell you Mikey..." You mumbled, pushing him off you and sitting up. He looked at you, confused.

"Mikey... I'm pregnant, I have been for currently 3 weeks." You glanced at his face, which was going through multiple emotions.

"And when were you going to tell me?" He snapped, climbing off the bed. You looked down, keeping quiet.

"I need to think about this." He said, quietly and left you in a weeping mess on the bed.