Baby Payne

Baby Payne-Chapter 1

It was one mistake, one extremely stupid and idiotic mistake. He just made me feel so good when I talked to him and when he kissed me, I just couldn't stop him. No one had payed attention to me like he and it felt good to feel like someone actually cared. But, he didn't care, he didn't care about me at all.

He made that very clear.

When I had gone to tell him, he had acted like I had the plague and sent me away as soon as I tried to speak. He wasn't the sweet guy I thought I knew when we had done 'it.' He just wanted to have a little bit of fun and when I really needed to talk to him, he acted like a complete and udder ass about the whole thing.

*Flashback*

I almost couldn't contain my tears.

It was positive.

The pregnancy test was positive.

I bit my lip and looked at the tile floor. I don't know how I could have been so irresponsible and stupid. I shouldn't have gone out that night at all, let alone gone home with some random stranger. And now, this was where it got me. I was pregnant at 18 with a famous persons baby.

That night at the club, I didn't even know who he was. I only found out that he was famous a week later when I saw his face all over the news. But, it's not like he was all that interested in telling me his life story in the first place. He seemed to be way more focused on me than him when we had met.

But, the fact that he was famous made it easier to find out where he was when I needed to find him. I searched up where he was online and found out that he and his band were in LA recording for another couple of days. He was staying at a hotel at the other end of the city, and it would only take about a half hour to get there.

Since my best friend had gone to Africa for a month to build a hospital, the first person I actually wanted to talk to was Liam. Even if it would be awkward and not fun at all, I wanted to make sure he knew what was going on. It wasn't like I could just avoid going to talk to him, he had to know.

When I got in my car, I was trying really hard not to cry. I would seem a lot less like an insane fan if I didn't look like I had just had a mental breakdown. So, I waited for a few minutes before I even started the car. I just had to mentally prepare myself for what I was actually about to do.

There was a plan I had made in my head. I would just go talk to him, tell him what was going on and we would talk everything through and make important decisions about what was going to happen. Then, I would come back home and cry into my pillow because I completely ruined my life by getting pregnant.

Once I got to the hotel, I probably waited outside for about an hour while I was waiting to summon up the courage to go inside. On the drive over, I had been telling myself how it was all going to be okay. When I looked at the big building in front of me, I get extremely intimidated, too scared to even consider going inside.

He was super famous and I had never done anything like this before. This was the first time I had ever had to do anything so embarrassing as talking about the fact that I had done 'it' with someone. Especially since I was probably going to be considered a stalker, showing up randomly.

I didn't even know what room he was staying in. How was suppose to find out?

Taking a deep breath, I opened to door, stepping out into the cool air. My foot landed in a puddle and soaked my flip flops, adding to my already wonderful day. I scoffed and flicked my foot to the side, trying to get some of the water off. Even if my foot wasn't soaked, every step I took made a squeaking sound.

There was a small line of girls outside the hotel that I could only guess were fans of the band. When I walked past, all I could do was pretend that the teen girls weren't scrutinizing my every move I made. I was relived when I made it inside and away from them.