5SOS Preferences

❁ You Tell Him You're Pregnant and He Gets Angry {2/2}

Calum:

You were still crying as their last song rolled around, Try Hard. Yeah you were trying hard, trying hard not to cry any more. You decided to heave yourself off of the couch, ripping your backstage pass off as you threw it to the ground, marching out and right onto the bus. Once inside you kicked off your shoes and jacket, throwing them inside your bunk you were supposed to sleep in (but you only use for storage of your bags, because Calum makes you sleep with him). You tugged at your hair, pacing and biting your nails like you did a week before, plotting. Was Calum done? Was he still angry? Did he want you to go home? Were you going to leave if he did want you gone? You paced half the floor again as you heard a shit show outside and you knew the boys were coming back to the bus. You straightened out yourself, sighing as Calum was the first one on. He met your sad eyes, his own eyes sad as he nodded towards the back room. You walked back first, him shutting the door behind him as he stared at you. “I ruined your life?” He sighed, sitting down as you stood in front of him. “You didn’t ruin my life, baby I didn’t mean to say that. If anything, you made my life better and adding a baby, made it even more better. I love you and even though we’re about to be parents, that makes me love you even more. No you didn’t ruin my life, no you’re not going home, and no i’m not leaving you.” You sighed and looked at him, as he held his arms out. “Cuddles?” You giggled as he did his signature pout, sniffling. “You’re such a dork.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed you, pinning you down against the couch as he lifted your shirt, rubbing his hand over your tummy. “We’re going to be great parents, I promise.”

Ashton:

You slid some pajamas onto your wet body, not even caring to dry off after your hour long shower. You looked in the mirror, your under eye circles heavy and your eyes red. Ashton was probably going to camp out in his hangout tonight, far away from the monster who was having his baby. How dare he even point fingers at you? He was the one who didn’t use a condom when you solely asked him to use one. And yes you didn’t take the pill because there were none left and you forgot to call the prescription in and you thought you had some. You walked downstairs, your wet hair hanging around your face as you sunk down on the couch, cuddling into Ashton’s hoodie he had lying around as you started crying again. You predicted him gone in the morning. His bags packed tonight, his goodbyes early in the morning as he left for good. Maybe you should have waited, waited until he was happy and in one of those giggly moods he’s always in. The tv was on, playing one of your favorite animated movies as you tried watching, but your mind wandering back to Ashton, causing you to cry again. Just as you tried focusing back on the movie, the door shut and you knew he was back inside. “Y/N?” He spotted you, walking over. You stood, trying to walk away as he grabbed your wrist. “Look at me,” You shook your head, crying harder as he tugged on your wrist. “Look at me!” He demanded, your gaze meeting his as he looked somewhat calm. “I was mad and surprised, I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you and I apologize.” “You still said it was my fault.” “I know and I am sorry, it’s both of our faults and I don’t give a shit. I love you and our baby.” “You’re not leaving me?” “Never in a million years.” He held you tight, kissing your head as you sobbed into his chest.

Luke:

You left the restaurant, your makeup all over your face as people there gave you looks. But what does it matter? You were for sure pregnant, and now you were going to be a single mother. The thought of being alone without Luke absolutely terrified you, and you were still 17, still in school. You walked through the parking lot, Luke’s car gone as tears re-formed in your eyes. You walked to the edge of the street, your heel breaking as you threw your hands up in defeat. “What else could go wrong?” Just as you thought all hope was lost, a car sped past you, a puddle in its way as the water splashed on you, ruining your only black dress. Your tears began free falling as you flagged down a cab, one stopping immediately as you climbed in. “Address?” You told him your address, putting your head in your lap as you continued crying. “Bad date?” “You have no idea.” You and Luke have been together for almost a year, and now it was all thrown away because of a mistake made by the two of you. He was the one who said no condom, and you were stupid enough to let him. So it was both of your faults. You ruined his life and now he was never going to forgive you or take you back. You arrived home, digging for change as he shook his head. “Consider this on me, hope everything is fine.” You smiled, getting out as you removed your heels, walking towards the house. You were surprised to see Luke sitting on the porch, his head in his hands. “Luke?” He looked up, gasping. “Y/N, you look awful.” Your eyes rimmed black, your hard work to impress Luke now smudged all over your face. Your hair and dress wet and nasty from the water and your heel broken. “Why are you even here?” “When you told me you were pregnant, I didn’t know how to react. Yes I am very happy, but I am also scared out of my mind. We’re both young and clueless, so of course we’re going to make mistakes, but I wanna be here for you. I’m not leaving you.” You began crying, him holding you as you two cried in the driveway.

Michael:

It hit 11:30 p.m. and you decided to head up to bed. You knew it was too good to be true. Michael wasn’t coming back. He didn’t want the baby. You two were done and he wanted nothing to do with you or the unborn child in your tummy. You turned off the tv, grabbing your box of tissues and walking over to lock the door. You laid in bed, clutching his pillow to your chest as you stared out the window, the light of the moon staring back at you as you started to cry, the tears leaking down your nose. It was your fault, that’s why he’s never coming back. Soon you got tired of your own thoughts consuming you, so you closed your eyes and forced yourself to go to sleep. It wasn’t another hour later when a loud banging sounded on the front door. “What the?” You crawled out of bed, the banging getting louder as you reached the bottom step. Not caring about your own safety as you unlocked the door, seeing Michael standing there, his teeth chattering and his eyes bloodshot red. “For fucks sake Michael, get in here.” You pulled him in as you locked the door behind him. “I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me?” “No baby, listen to me.” You shook your head, sighing. “Y/N, please listen.” You looked up, sighing. “Humor me.” “I was wrong, so wrong. I do love you, I was just shocked and a little upset. But I talked to my mom, and she said she thinks we’re ready and after a long while of thinking, I think so too. I’m sorry for getting angry with you and shouting at you like I did. I love you.” He put his hands on your stomach as you sighed, placing your hands on top of his. “I forgive you. Now let’s go to sleep.” He smiled happily, carrying you upstairs with nothing but love for you in his heart.