Baby Payne

Baby Payne-Chapter 6

I didn't know what expect when I walked into Liam's apartment. Based on his horrible attitude and his general actions towards me, I half expected posters of hot girls all over the place with clothes all over the floor and nothing but a flatscreen TV and a lazyboy in the living room. But that was far from the reality.

He was rich and that was reflected greatly in his house. Everything was clean and there was nothing out of place. He did have a TV in his living room, but it also had a big window and a comfy looking couch surrounded by chairs for guests. There was nothing that would have made this seem like a single guys apartment. More like a nice family condo.

"What did they do to my house?" Liam asked.

Harry laughed from behind me. "They probably cleaned it up a little for you."

"Where's all my stuff?" He asked, setting his bag down on a chair in the kitchen.

"Probably where it suppose to be, away."

I stood awkwardly in the doorway, knowing I didn't belong here. All the boys made themselves at home, laying down on the couches and falling into the chairs. It was like this place was just as much their home as it was Liam's, and I was just the interloper who decided to crash the party.

When one of them turned on the TV, I was pretty sure they had forgotten about me. They were so wrapped up in whatever they were watching and none of them even took a small glance my way, like I wasn't even there. I might have well have been completely invisible, although, it wasn't exactly a new experience for me.

To make the situation even better, the fact that I pregnant decided to shine through in that moment, and I had no idea where the bathroom was. But, I was in the kitchen, and there was a sink a few steps away from me. I made the quick decision to puke in the sink over puking on the floor while trying to find the bathroom.

The sound of throwing up had always been worse than the actual feeling for me. So, as soon as I began throwing up, I turned the sink on to drown out the noise. But, when I opened my eyes, I saw the wonderful green vomit right in front of my face. "Oh my God, that is so disgusting." I groaned.

I turned around and slid to the ground, tucking me knee's up to my chest. The feeling of throwing up was not something I really enjoyed, and I really didn't have anything to throw up anyway. I had thrown up the junk I ate last night between the three times I threw up since I'd eaten.

I really needed to eat better.

"Are you okay?" I looked up to see all five of the boys looking down at me.

I nodded. "I'm fine."

"You just threw up, you're not fine." Niall said.

I sent him a death glare. "It comes with the territory when you're pregnant. I just need something to eat."

"You probably shouldn't be eating after you puked." Liam sat down on the floor across from me.

I was trying not to get angry considering they were trying to help me, but I never liked it when people hovered around. "I haven't eaten anything healthy in the past couple of days and everything I have eaten has been thrown up. I need something healthy, and a lot of it."

"What do you want?" Harry asked.

I crossed my arms and set my head on top of them. "I really care. I just really want to eat something."

"Okay." Harry made his way over somewhere, but I didn't really look up at him.

I felt tears falling down may face as I started to cry. I couldn't even stop the them, but then again, I really didn't want to. I was sitting here, pregnant, the father was being forced to be in my life when I knew he didn't like me. All his friends hated me, and they didn't even try to hide it. Not to mention what had happened with my parents, something i could never really get over.