Little Black Dress
Prologue
The only noise that could be heard was the tapping of my feet and the scribbling of a pen. I scanned the room; there were about 10 people I didn’t know. They all were glaring at me, like this was my entire fault. This whole time I hadn’t even looked at him, I tried with all my might not too. I wanted so bad to know what he was thinking. I heard the clicking of a pen and a sheet of paper was pushed my way.
“Here is what we were thinking; you know a little something to just keep this between us for now.” A lawyer I had just met 20 minutes ago tapped the digits on the sheet of paper. I glanced down at the paper and let out a loud gasp. I looked up and he smiled thinking that I was happy with this.
I shook my head in anger, “are you f****** kidding me?” I screamed. “we could raise the price if you’d like.” The man replied nervously. I rolled my eyes and stood up grabbing my bag in the process. “This is my child, not some item that can be bought off, I didn’t come here for this. I just wanted you to know you had a kid. I’m not looking for attention or money” I looked straight at Liam and he quickly looked away.
“I assure you that’s not what we are trying to do, as you can see this is an embarrassing situation for Liam, we can’t have a pregnant one night stand coming in and ruining his reputation.” The man told me. I shoved my chair “you know what, I don’t even care if your apart of this baby’s life, I don’t care if you don’t want to acknowledge it, the only reason I contacted you was so when my child asks me about their dad in 18 years I could at least say I tried. Don’t worry I’m not going to tell anyone about this, blabbing to people that I got pregnant by some guy in a bubble gum boy band is just as embarrassing for me as it is for you.”
I stormed out of the room, I wouldn’t let them treat me like this, like some piece of trash. I was better than that, it takes two to make a baby. I don’t need some jerk of a father who couldn’t even handle his own business in my baby’s life anyway. We could do this on our own.
I made my way down the steps holding onto my belly. It was natural now to place my hand there. I was 7 months already. The months went by faster then I wanted them too.
I found out I was pregnant when I was 6 weeks along. That’s when I started trying to get in contact with Liam. Finally at 3 months they acknowledged me. ‘They’ as in his team, I was forced to take 4 paternity test and 3 full scans of the babies health and a background check.
I had stayed silent, I hadn’t told anyone. I kept the situation to myself. This was my fourth meeting with Liam’s “team” and the only one Liam had attended. It took four months for him to even acknowledge the situation.
We didn’t need that in our lives. We would be ok by ourselves. I had no one really. My mom was a drug addict that left me with my great aunt when I was five. She showed up every now and then, got me excited and then would just leave. We hadn’t spoken since I was 13 and I was now 21.
I had never met my dad and I doubt my mom knew who he was. I would always dream that he’d show up one day and rescue me from everything. My great aunt was from a different time, she believed in a good beating and if that didn’t work another would do. She died a year ago and I’ll be honest and say I didn’t attend the funeral.
I moved to Florida all by myself when I was 18. I told myself I was going to give myself the life I deserved and I was going to work hard for it. I stayed clear of drugs and partying. I would like to say I was a good person and a hard worker.
Liam was an accident; if you consider my current state I’d refer to him as a happy accident. I was finally going to have a family, my own family. It would be just me and my little boy.
I remember meeting Liam in Miami. I had gone up for the week to celebrate spring break with friends. We had decided we were going to club our hearts out. I wasn’t a huge fan of One Direction but every now and then I’d jam out to a song. I knew right away who he was though.
He had approached me and offered to buy me a drink. He asked me my name and I didn’t give him one. So he ended up calling me little black dress for most of the night. I thought it was cute. I told myself I wasn’t going to get involved with him. He was a superstar! How could I?
By the end of the night though I realized my friends had all left. He told me it was too late for me to go home and he offered me to stay with him in the exclusive hotel above the club. I was hesitant and he told me it was alright that he would do me no harm.
I followed him up to his room and one thing led to another, he was gentle and sweet and by the time he whispered “I want to see the way you move for me baby” in my ear I was more than willing to let go of all my nerves.
I had only been with one other guy and my friends were always telling me I needed to live, so live is what I did. That night I realized though that people like me don’t get to live. People like me will always get the short end of the straw.
I was about to get into my car when I heard loud footsteps approaching. I turned my head to the side to see Liam was standing in front me looking tired. He held up his hand as he placed another on his knee and leaned down trying to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. If it was up to me, we would have talked this out over coffee. I would have gone to all the appointments with you. I swear I’ve kept all of the sonograms. I have them in a box, I even have one as my screen saver.” He held up his phone and showed me. “It’s just when you are famous you don’t get to make most of your own decisions and people control everything you do. But I’m tired of it, this is my baby. This is something we made together and you know what.” He threw his hands in the air. “Fuck them!”
He walked towards me, “I know we met before and you are going to have my baby but I feel like we should do this again. Hi I’m Liam Payne.” He held out his hand for me and I arched my eyebrow at him as I slowly moved my hand towards his. ”Please tell me your name this time, you don’t have a little black dress on so it just wouldn’t be fitting for me to call you that anymore.” He smiled at me and I giggled and nodded, “Jenny.”
