Both of their eyes are closed

part 2

"Y/N," Ashton says in a low voice. The boys walk up to me, and almost as if planned, they all dropped their carry on bags at the same time. "Y/N?" They all walk up to me with their jaws open. "You're pregnant..."

"Yes, yes I'm pregnant!" I say "But...where's Luke is he still on the plane?" Calum and Michael look down at their hands and Ashton sets his hands on my shoulders.

"Why don't you come back to our place and well tell you everything." If the looks on their faces didn't say enough, Ashton's word sure did. It's bad.

"Oh my god what happened is he okay?" I try my hardest to keep calm because I know that freaking out will do nothing good for the child.

"Y/N please, I think we need to talk about this back at our place. Okay? Luke is going to be okay." At least now that I know that he isn't dead I can relax at least a little bit.

"Okay, okay....okay we can wait, I can wait." I try to keep taking deep breaths to keep calm. Everyone stays quite as the boys retrieve their luggage, stopping often to fake a few smiles for fans and their pictures. I try my best to hide my bump in public because I don't want the press to know before Luke does.

Apparently I do a pretty good job because none of the fans say anything about it. Some smile at me, some say hi, some glare, which is normal I guess, I'm sure there are a lot of girls who think they're in love with him. I can't blame them though. He is the cutest, sweetest guy I've met. Any girl would be lucky to have him.

And I have no clue where he is.

The ride home is achingly long. It feels like we traffic couldn't be going any slower, and we seem to hit every red light. I want to ask why they can't tell me now, but I know that people are most likely going to be waiting for them outside their apartment.

It's not much of an apartment...more like a house within a skyscraper. You can already see the crowd of people at the front door and sigh.

You don't even stop or acknowledge the crowd of fans and paps, you do your best to hide your stomach and weave through to get to the front door, and the doorman recognises you, pressing the button to open the door and let you in.

You wait impatiently for the boys to come inside as you hold the elevator, hoping nobody comes to use it.

The four of you sit in silence in the living room. Now that you can know, you're not sure you want to. So Michael starts the potentially painful conversation for me. But he does it the right way, not the way most people would do it, he rips the bandage off.

"We found Luke unconscious with an empty bottle of pills." I gasp the moment the words escape his mouth.

"Oh my god."