This, is Touri Cowell.

Cry Baby Kit

Through out the day I tried to remember what went on that night. Only bits and pieces rushed back:

I took Ashley by the arm and showed her to who I was dancing with. I remember calling him Zayn the whole night, honestly I thought he was. I remember him trying to correct me a few time but I think he just gave up. I raised my arm up to point at him,

“I'm going home with him.”

“Who?” Ashley and Liam said at the same time.

I pointed at him again, “Him, Zayn.”

Liam looked at me, confused, “Touri, that's not Zayn... Zayn went home an hour ago.”

I ignored his protesting and burped,

“Liam, can you take us home?”

He wrinkled his nose at me and nodded.

Why was I thinking that the guy I was with was Zayn? There's one thing about me, when I was drunk I tended to speak my mind. In many different ways. This was probably one. Once, I hit Harry in the back of the head and demanded that he would just “Marry someone already.” The day before he was whining about needing a “Cuddle Buddy.” – I stopped what I was thinking and just.. gave up... Oh well, I kissed him and we shagged, there's nothing I could do about it. I looked at the screen, I was watching some show where princes from the UK disguised as regular people and went to America and create some sort of fairytale ending for their unknowing “Princess.” Just then the tears swelled to my eyes. Where was my prince? My fairytale ending? Life must be some sick joke that only plays in favor of certain people. Maybe I should do that. Go to some country where nobody knows me and try to find my “True Love.” Good luck finding a country... I sniffed and curled Baby up closer to me, letting my tears soak the top of her head. I called Harry up,

“Harry could you,” My lip started quivering, “Harry, could you and Louis come over?”

There was silence, “Hello?” Just then Harry and Louis burst in carrying their “Cry Baby Kit.” A old pink and black Victoria's secret gym bag, consisting of tissues, movies, cookies, chocolate, vodka, Pamprin, and pregnancy tests. Surprising enough, this happened a lot. I'd have a one-night-stand and then a pregnancy scare, then I'd sit home alone and then finally break down in tears because I was “Forever alone.” and they'd come over with the same bag. I'm sure they just got sick of running to the store all the time. Harry and Louis pulled me into a very suffocating hug and almost squeezed the tears out of me until I smiled again. Harry brushed down my frazzled hair and kissed the top of my head,

“Niall's on his way over with Nando's and some soda.”

I nodded and sat down next to Louis, slumping my legs over his lap listening to him make fun of the people on the screen. These boys sure did have a unique way of showing me that they loved me. But then again is was our way, we never really liked talking. Louis patted my legs and looked for my attention,

“Zayn's coming if you need a cuddle buddy.”

My lip quivered a little, but I sucked it in, “What about Liam?”

He observed me a bit, “He and Ashley went out for the night.”

I nodded and smiled a little bit and looked up at Harry who was holding a pregnancy test out to my face. My stomach dropped a little bit,

“Touri could you take this real quick, you know... Before you have a drink? Just in case.”

I nodded, pretending I was okay with it, “Yeah sure...”

I got up and took the test from his hands and stared at it for a little. What if I was? What would everybody say? Simon had made Zayn and Perrie Edwards say that they were dating so that their record sales would go up, but how much trouble would I be in with her? I set the test in the sink and went out into the kitchen where the 4 boys hissed seriously about something, Zayn seemed scared, Niall infatuated, Louis and Harry seemed worried for me when I came out of the bathroom.

“What did it say?!” all four of them demanded at the same time.

“I have to wait five minutes.” I shrugged and opened up a Styrofoam box with my name scrawled on it. I shoved a bite in my mouth and stared at the boys who were observing me, why were they so worried? They never acted like this when I had a pregnancy scare. I took a mouth full of chicken and stared down at the timer on my phone. 2 more minutes. I took a long swig of Mountain Dew and another bite of my food, looking up at the boys. They were still staring at me, I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my arms a bit,

“What the fuck are you staring at?!”

They all shook their heads and hardened their glare on me,

“You might be fucking pregnant?! What do you think?” Niall shouted.

Just then my alarm on my phone went off, we all got up from where we were sitting and slided on the hardwood floor to my bathroom to take a stare at the test.