Make Me Forget✔

F O U R T Y F I V E

Song of the chapter: Leaving Tonight- The Neighbourhood

A/N: Please exuse the big amount of cussing; everyone's simply hurt.

[NEXT DAY]

Anastasia's POV_

"Conor Maynard is officially off the market again, after his new lover confirms her pregnancy to one of our team members, shoking millions of adoring fans with the fact that she might've dated the young pop star secretly, leading to his surprising breakup with his model ex-girlfriend, Veronica Trevor-"

My legs were against my chest, my head between my hands as I scrambled up my couch, no longer bearing with the article Mia was reading out for me as we sat in the living room.

"Can you skip the fucking introduction and just get to the main point?!" I eagerly yelled at my best friend who was stalling, while my nerves were already on fire.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes, scrolling down her phone to skip to the important parts. "After being asked on whether she was able to steal the singer's heart, a proud giggle left her lips before fully stating that after a few months of dating, the couple are expecting a baby soon, turning all eyes on her a-" Mia continued, a frown of confusion drawn on her face, with me lifting my head up instantly after her words.

"All of this is obviously a fucking lie!" I yelled, surprised at how I never even remember being asked such a question. "I never even giggle!" I scuffed, adding offendedly to their choice of words, snatching the phone out of Mia's hand to scroll through the words myself, my heart racing to echo through the room after my eyes fell on old pictures of me and Conor in absolutely random places.

"At least you're famous?" Mia grinned, trying to make me feel better when I haven't even fell asleep all night, trying to call Conor who haven't answered any of my calls so far, with tons of photographers and interviewers standing right outside my door step, ready to attack me with questions all over again.

Believe me, I barely even go through my social media accounts, but my phone has been vibrating a hundred times per second, pictures and opinions and fake news already being posted about me. From Conor fanpages to celebrity reports, my pregnancy news are being spread around like a new trend.

"I don't even want to think about what people might be saying after what happened yesterday." I sighed, my tears triggered with images of such a scary event that I can't seem to be able to erase from my memory.

These article-writers create so much bullshit, it's unbelievable how they made up a full conversation between me and the reporter, while I had no idea the news are even out of the small circle of friends me and Conor have.

"You guys figured your way out last time. You'll figure your way out this time too." Mia sighed, trying to comfort my outrageous nerves and my loud heart pumps that have failed to mute my fear of having to face this on my own.

I don't want to go through this alone.

I need to talk to Conor, I know I do, but maybe he's just as busy as I am right now trying to figure out how did they get the news to go around so fast.

This has all been a nightmare ever since last night. One scary, flashy nightmare that I seem to be sucked deeper into by the minute.

If someone came up to me a year ago and told me that I'm going to have a pop star's baby, and be chased all the way to my house, I would've laughed in their faces until I start sheding tears.

Everything has happened in the blink of an eye, and I just can't hold back the time from running away from both of us.

It has been about a week since me and Conor settled down to what we both want, and now my life is falling back down into the wreckage it once was when I first found out I'm pregnant.