"Look, the way I see it you can either take the money or be a wuss about it." Louis chuckled, eyes crinkling, all the while Zayn rolled his eyes and threw himself down on the sofa. "I'm not taking the money. I'm not a whore." He sighed unhappily, the television static filling the momentary silence – along with Louis' slight cackles. "The way I see it you're lucky. Getting some tail and money. I've done it before."
"Ah, no see the difference is that you stole the money after sex Louis, no one gave it to you." Liam strolled in wiping the grease from his hands and drinking water from his bottle in the fridge. The morning was cloudy to say the least, no one would be in the mood to be outside. Not when it was this cold, but Liam had things to do, he had a car to work on. "What the hell are you two bickering about?" Harry asked finally, beer in hand, throwing his head back from the couch to look at Zayn slouched over with his arms crossed. "Oh, let me tell it, please." Louis jumped forward like a little boy just as Zayn opened his mouth. "So, Zayn got to bang this real sexy vixen okay, and afterward she gave him 50 bucks, said thank you and asked him to leave." Liam half-grinned at the story, hearing it a second time only made it funnier."Zayn, you can use that 50 to buy some condoms, y'know to be safe." Harry joked cocking a brow at the annoyed slump of a man in front of him. "Yeah who the fuck wants a baby." Niall mutter chewing on his sandwich from inside the kitchen, silence soon filled the house as the realisation of what he had just said struck. He quickly cleared his throat. "I mean, babies are...great. They eat and shit and make up words...who wouldn't want one."
"Niall shut the fuck up." Harry rolled his eyes and sighed, as much as it scared him, becoming a father was a huge possibility for him now and as long as that baby got born it was inevitable.I shrugged off Harry's arm and stood up, it seemed the guilt was like the layers of an onion that just kept growing on me. "Monique, he didn't mean it like that." Zayn clarified, his hands raising as he tried to calm down the situation. "No, no it's not that don't worry I'm just going to pee." I chuckled with a small smile, Harry's eyes scanning between us profusely. I could only pray that my plan had worked, but I would only know if I could get my hands on a pregnancy test. That was the difficult part. The steps creaked below me as I made for Abigail's bedroom, she sat on the bed brushing her hair in the mirror, eyes lighting up when she saw me enter. "Hi, I was about to come down. What's up?"
"We need to get our hands on a pregnancy test and I don't know how to without them noticing." I frowned whispering as I leaned on the door, checking behind me before talking again, "Think we can go to a gas station on our way to pick up something, so I can take it in the bathroom there and so can you.""Wait...you need to take one?" her eyebrows furrowed, not quite sure if she had properly understood. "Well, yeah...I can't handle this lie anymore Abby...so I tried to fix I the only way I know how that isn't completely cruel to him. We had sex and we hadn't needed to use protection since I'm 'pregnant'. Now I'm hoping I am." It sounded even more stupid when it came pouring from my lips, but at this point I had one of 3 options; get pregnant, lie about a miscarriage or tell the truth. I had to choose the lesser of 3 evils. "What! What if you are, what if I am. What if we both are?!" she whisper-yelled as she stood from the bed, genuine shock and concern lacing her features. "I don't think anyone accounted for two kids, this is all my fault that you have to lie like this, I should have just told Niall the truth." She frowned rubbing her arm, I could practically see the thoughts running through her mind like clockwork. "Hey, we will be okay. It's not your fault you didn't hold a gun to my head. It's my dumb decisions. If I am, we won't have to tell the truth and Liam has nothing on us. If you are, we will find a way to tell Niall and If none of us are...then you're safe and I've got more work to do." I chuckled, nudging her in an attempt to lighten the situation. She rolled her eyes with a small grin. "We can tell them we need to get some supplies, 'lady' supplies. They won't want to come then."
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Orphan
FanfictionREAD WARNING BELOW. "Everyone's so full of shit, born and raised by hypocrites." [1D fanfic VERY loosely based off of the band. Fictional characters have no relation to the actual boys except for their physical appearance and names, 18+, WARNING Gra...