Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

It's been a week since I got sick, and yet, I'm still sick and I have no fucking idea why. What the fuck is wrong with me? There has to be something wrong with me, I'm still beyond sick and I've barely left the tour bus since Liam and Willow got engaged and we went out for dinner.

I thought it might be food poisoning but now I'm not so sure. Sometimes I'm completely fine, Zayn even took me out on a date a few nights ago, but now I'm in bed in the tour bus while the boys and Willow are out exploring I think? That's what I remember Zayn telling me before they left this morning. Too bad I couldn't go out with them. I have traveled with the boys before over Europe so it's not a big deal, but I wish I could be out and about with them. It would beat being trapped in here all day.

I slowly climb out of the bed. The bed is quite small, but somehow, Zayn and I manage to make it work. Then again, we could probably make anything work together. Sometimes it just feels like Zayn and I against the world, and I wouldn't want to go up against the world with anyone but him. He's everything to me and I truly don't know what I'd do without that man.

I walk down the small hall of the tour bus and go down to the end where a huge seat goes around the back of the bus and where the game consoles and some board games are stored. I sit down on the floor and curl up and lean against the seat.

I feel fucking horrible. I wish this would go away, whatever the fuck it is. I don't need this shit. I'm not cut out for this shit right now. I'm on fucking holiday! I should get some fucking peace and not feel like complete and total shit. And it's been a week! Most bugs stay in your system for like 24 hours!

Fuck my actual life.

It had been a while later...I don't know how long exactly, I lost track of the time, I'd been on the floor for a while though. I hear voices, loud voices, I hear a door slam shut before I hear more voices, and then my name.

"Luna?" Zayn calls out and I hear shuffling of feet, I hear plastic bags being put down on the floor and next thing I see faces. "Shit! Luna!" Zayn rushes over to me and I give him a small smile.

"You're back." I say weakly as he gently grabs me and places me on the couch and he wraps his arms around me as other faces gather around. Louis sits beside me and Willow leans down in front of me and takes one of my hands and she gives it a gentle squeeze while the other boys look at me concerned.

"How are you feeling?" Willow asks, looking up at me and I shake my head.

"I'm fine." I say and she raises an eyebrow at me. "I'm shit."

"You need to go to the doctor." Zayn says, concern lacing his voice.

"I do not." I huff in annoyance.

"Have you been eating?" Louis asks. Of course he'd think it's my fucking eating condition.

"Yes." I roll my eyes and he looks at Zayn.

"Has she been eating?" Louis asks him.

"She certainly has been." Zayn says with a smirk and I hit him before anyone can realize what he meant. "Yeah, yeah she has been. Every night, and every morning, and lunch whenever I've been home, so yeah, doesn't mean it's not related."

"It's not! I think I would know!" I sigh in annoyance and they all look back and forth at each other. "I'll be fine!"

"If you don't get better, we'll have to take you to the hospital or to see a doctor." Louis says.

"Fuck off." I groan, cuddling into Zayn but never letting Willow's hand go. I love Willow, I do, she's such an amazing friend to me. I'd probably say she's my best friend along with Lottie. 

A little while later we're gathered around eating some Chinese, well, they are, I'm trying not to smell the fucking disgusting food before me. I can't handle food right now. It all smells horrible. While I sit there and they all talk my mind wanders to different places, right before it hits me. Why I'm sick. And I'm hoping it's not what I think it is.

*

I slip on some shorts and a black singlet shirt. I'd convinced everyone that I would be okay to go and do a tiny bit of grocery shopping. I told them I needed the fresh air, they were all hesitant but Willow stuck up for me, saying it might just be what I need to feel a bit better. The boys had to appear on some morning show today and Willow decided to go with them so I was left alone. Just how I wanted it to be.

I grab my purse and cell phone before leaving the tour bus and heading a short distant to a grocery store. I grab a few things, such as some coffee, tea, muffins, cookies, and a couple other things before I go and pay for them. Then I head to the drug store and look for something for headaches since we'd run out of pills for them. I decide to grab a few other things before I leave and wander back down to the tour bus.

As I approach it and go inside, I call out a couple names but no one replies so I decide to do a quick check of the tour bus and I decide it's all clear. I place the groceries down and begin pacing back and forth for a bit, debating what to do before I grab a small box and walk into the bathroom.

A few minutes later I do what I need to do, set my phone on a timer and begin pacing once more. Going over never ending possibilities of what could possibly be wrong with me. I could have cancer, or maybe it is to do with my eating disorder? Maybe I've just caught a really bad bug since we've been travelling? Or maybe it's just a small case of food poisoning and nothing too bad? Maybe I have some other condition affecting a vital organ? Maybe I was just putting it on a bit? Maybe I was faking it without knowing it? Maybe I should go to the doctor and see what the fuck is wrong with me. Though, I'm sure I don't want to know what's wrong with me.

I sit down on the floor and begin tapping my fingers along the floor before standing up and going out of the bathroom and pace down to the end of the bus before going back down the other end and grabbing a cookie from a container I'd only bought today and I quickly eat a bit and run a hand through my hair before going back to the bathroom and checking the small object on the bathroom sink.

And my stomach drops. My head starts to spin and I have to grab the sink for support, dropping my half eaten biscuit onto the floor. This can't be happening. Not to me.

I'm pregnant.