Princess Die ( A Lady Gaga Fan Fiction)

11. Laying Down On Famous Knives

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11. 

*Tara's POV*:

After Gaga was finished in the bath, I helped her dry off and get into her bed. I chuckled a bit internally as she made it clear that she didn't want to put clothes on just to sleep in bed; just a bit of her old spark showing.  It wasn't more than 10 minutes before she was peacefully  asleep beside me. I smiled to myself placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head before sneaking away and back out too the Haus meeting in the main living area. Things had calmed down a bit so, I was relieved at that.

"What have we decided?" I asked cautiously as I entered the room.

"We can't really decide anything without Gaga's final consent," replied Gaga's manager, "But we have come up with some suggestions for what the best way to handle this is. Where is she? We need to deal with this in a timely manner."

"She's sleeping. We can't bother her right now." I say, taking a seat on the sofa.

"We have to deal with this now!"

"No!" I exclaim, trying to keep my voice down, "She can't handle this right now."

"IT is crucial that we handle this right now! It looks like she attempted suicide, her whole fan base is shaken, the media is tearing her reputation apart, deals are falling through because people don't want to work with her anymore! We are in the middle of a crisis! Get her out here!"

"She is under too much physical and emotional strain! She can't deal with this too!" I accidentally yell.

"Why?" her manager demands, "What has happened too her?"  Even though no one else said a word, I could tell that everyone in the room was wondering the same thing.

"Because I'm pregnant." says a voice suddenly; I turn around and Gaga is standing in the doorway.

*Gaga's POV*: I had been awoken by the sound of the arguing and even though I felt like hell, I knew I had to intervene. Tara rushed too my side as I faltered a bit. Everyone in the room was dumbstruck with shock as Tara helped me to the sofa. Once I had pushed down the residual nausea that had churned in my stomach and blinked past the migraine pounding in my head I continued.

"I did try to commit suicide," I began, "But that is not something I want to discuss; all that's important is that I have moved past those feelings. But, I am pregnant, with Taylor's baby."

It is safe to say that everyone in the room was at a loss for words and it was proven by the open mouthed gasps the echoed around as soon as I had finished speaking. 

Finally my manager spoke up, "This changes everything."

After hours and hours of phone calls and discussion, we finally arrived at a suitable press release that would calm the media, reassure my Little Monsters and put us all at ease. It was now far into the night and everyone had begun to leave. Now that we had figured out what to do, we would set all our plans into motion the next day. I felt a bit more like I could breathe and fell asleep on Tara's shoulder once everyone had left. Maybe this would all work out after all.

The next morning my manager and the Haus released the information to the media that we had approved the evening before. I didn't really do it to reassure anyone other than my precious Little Monsters that I was okay. I turned on the TV while Tara was making breakfast just out of curiosity and sure enough it was the first story being reported that morning:

"This morning we have received news from Lady Gaga's manager and her team, The Haus Of Gaga, about the international pop stars recent and unexpected hospital stay after allegedly becoming intoxicated and falling into a hotel pool. Gaga confirmed in the statement that she has been struggling through difficult times since the sudden death only months ago of her fiance, TV actor Taylor Kinney, and that her actions on the night she was rushed to the hospital were not made out of drunkenness as much as they were made out of sadness and desperation. She says that she has moved past those feelings now and is going to focus all her attention on her...get ready for this, pregnancy! That's right, Lady Gaga is expecting a baby. We are very excited for the pop sensation and wish her all the best as she moves forward. We will be sure to keep you updated as this story continues. Thank's for watching."

I clicked the TV off at that, managing a small smile at how well everyone was reacting. Tara came over and sat next to me offering me a bowl of fruit.

"Can you eat this morning?" she asked softly. 

I take the bowl from her and set it on the coffee table, then wrapped her in my arms as tightly as I could.

"You were right," I said burying my face in her long dark hair as she she hugged back, "everything is going to be okay."

I could feel her breath on my neck as she chuckled to herself, "Told you so!" she smiled, using an intentionally annoying tone; we both laughed. 

"God, I am starving!" I announce as I snuggle next to her taking a strawberry out of the bowl she had given me.

"I'm not surprised," she chuckled, flipping the TV back on to channel surf for a good movie, "I was worried you were gonna puke up your entire intestinal tract yesterday!" 

"Ugh!" I exclaim, recalling the morning sickness from the day before, "I was too. There's got to be some kind of shit to take for that."

"Oh! That reminds me," said Tara picking up a piece of scribbled on paper from the table, "Your doctor called last night and said you need to come in for an ultra sound."

"Okay," I sigh, not wanting to go back to the hospital, "We're just getting started aren't we?" I smile patting my stomach.

To Be Continued! xoxo