Pregnant with Hayes Grier.

Explaining

I lifted the small box and couldn't believe what I saw. Hayes was 15, and he was a celebrity, so why would he have these here? Why would he want to take them? No, no they can't be his. I opened the bathroom door to reveal and naked Hayes, but I didn't care, because I've seen him naked before. Yet not up close. I thought as my eyes tracked his body. He noticed and chuckled. "Like what you see?" He asked. I looked up with an innocent smile. "Yea. And also, babe I have a question." I said and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Yes?" He said quietly. I snatched out the pack of cigarettes from my pocket and took a step back. "Why were these hidden under your pillow?" I asked. He looked mad at first, but then he fired back, "why were you looking under my pillow?" He said. "Explain to me why you, a 15 year old, would smoke. Give me the reasons." I ignored his question. He looked down and then up at me. "Because Amber, my life is hard, and that takes my mind off things. Like, how the paparazzi asks about you being pregnant, and how much of the hate you get on Twitter because of me, and yes I've noticed all the hate, and that I'm 15 and I'm going to be a father. That just helps me take a few minutes off of my life and just think." He said and shook his head. "Whatever, there's your reasons." He said. But I wasn't focused on him, I was focused on a sentence he had said. I'm 15 and I'm going to be a father. He was always so happy when he was around the baby in my stomach. Hayes noticed me dazing off and walked up in front of me and lifted my chin to look at him. "I..." He began the sentence, but I could tell he didn't know how to finish it. "I'm sorry. I r-really am. I love you."He muttered. I nodded. "Okay. Just stop smoking. Take care of your health for me. Take care of it for the baby." I said. I didn't know if I should have said I love you back, but now I regret not saying it, because he looked hurt. He nodded and took a step back. I grabbed his wrist, wanting to pull him in a hug, when I felt something on them. I flipped them over and there were cuts everywhere. Crisscrosses, straight, horizontal. I gasped and looked up at Hayes, who had turned his wrist away from me. "Hayes! Let me see it again." I said and held my hand out. He was hesitant at first, but then showed me both of his wrists. I put my hand against my mouth. "Is this... Is this because of the baby? Because you don't want it?" I asked and ran my hand through the scars. "Am-" he began but I interrupted. "Hayes if it will stop you from cutting, I'll have an abortion, just book an appointment-" this time he interrupted me by getting on his knees and grabbing my wrists. "Amber- STOP." He said sternly and I did. "This is certainly not about the baby. I love this little thing more then anything else in the world. But, there are some people in the world. And things in the world. Everywhere, people ask me 'When did she get pregnant?' or 'is she really pregnant?' and the one that I hate the most, 'was it rape?' And then reporters and paparazzi they overwhelm me. You know how I have anxiety, so big mobs and people screaming my name doesn't help." He held my hands and looked up at me. I was beginning to understand, but I didn't want him cutting anymore. "Benjamin Hayes Grier, promise me that you will stop cutting and smoking." I said and looked him straight in the eyes. It took him a few seconds, but he nodded. "I promise Amber." He said and stood up. I took hold of his wrist and held it up, then began to kiss his cuts. I did the same on the other wrist, then kissed Hayes on the lips. He kissed back, and I realized that during this whole time he was naked. I didn't know if it was hormones or something, but I got so horny being in the same room with a naked Hayes. I broke the kiss. "See you after you get your shower. I'm gonna check your wrists everyday." I said and pointed to his cuts. He smiled and nodded, then watched as I left. Let's go burn these. I thought as I held up the cigarettes.