The Makeover

Let's go to New York.

           I laid in bed with Kian, I couldn't sleep. He was snoring away but it had hit me that I would be having a baby.

      No can be heard from a mile away. 

Wow, I am pregnant. I've always wanted to be a mother, but not like this. Never like this. Should I keep it? Or...

I didn't want to think about alternatives right now. I am going to keep it. And oddly, I don't think I'm happy about it. I thought my first kid would be with the one I love. But, I guess there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel, hopefully. I was glad Kian would be there with me through all of it. But even though  love him...I need some space. He forgave me, and I told him it was okay, but it wasn't. I got up quietly, getting dressed in his flannel (Shown Above) (A/N I know I don't do this often and I'm sure your happy about it too, but the photos of diffrent girls on each chapter is what she looked like. ) that's all I had on when I walked outside. Well besides my underwear, and a bra. I know I probably shouldn't walk a mile away, in the middle of the night, when no one knew where I was going. But I decided on going...I don't know just anywhere but here. 

       I didn't call anyone, I just walked into Sammy's (Wilinsky) Hotel. I asked the lady for one of the boys hotel room. After explaining that I was not a crazy fan. I got on the elevator and rode to floor five.  I knocked on room 214. (If you get this joke comment. ONLY PLL Fans will understand)

    "Hi." I said.

"Macy? What are you doing here, it's like midnight." Sam yawned

"I couldn't sleep with Kian, not after he said all of that bullshit. He called me Taylor's slut."

"Oh my god! Mace! You shouldn't have to put up with that shit." He hugged me.

"Can I stay the night here?"

"Yeah sure, course."

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   I woke up at 3. No one was up, again. I felt almost like I was in the same situation with Kian. But I felt a little safer. I went to Sam's drawer searching for an advil, the major headache burning through my head. When I found a pack of cigaretts.  I didn't know Sam smoked. Well It does seem like him.  I grabbed them and found  lighter. I snuck out of Sam's room, to outside the lobby. I lit the cigarette and smoked for a few minutes before I heard a loud shout. 

  "What the hell are you doing? Your pregnant!" The cigarette was smacked out of my hand and Nash's blue eyes were staring into mine. 

      "So?"

"Your gonna kill it! What do you mean 'So'?"

"I mean, what if that's what I- What if that's what I want?"

He ignored my question. "I didn't know you smoked?"

"It was- I would get high in my room, I'd get drunk, I'd smoke. Just to get my mind off things."

"You haven't done it since you've been here...why now?"

"I'm not addicted. I can't get myself to get addicted. It's just when I need a break I do. I haven't needed one in a long time."

"What were you thinking about?" 

"How- me, and Kian. I don't know anymore. Are we right for each other? He called me Taylor's slut. I can't. Everyone says I shouldn't have to deal with this. I think me, and Kian, we have hit a breaking point. And I don't like feeling like I'm breaking myself."

"It's okay, go back to Sammy's room. I'll take care of Kian."

"Thanks Nash."

A/N What's gonna happen next