Baby Daddy

Chapter 1

I've never really been the type of girl to madly fall in love with the glamour and luxury of stardom, even less with pop stars and their futile ways. Particularly, I never understood the bizarre obsession teenage girls have with that boy band - one direction, either. It would be stupid of me to deny their talent and good looks, but the madness and obsession surrounding those teenage boys are something I've always promised myself to stay away from. Well, until I bumped into Harry Styles in a bar and had drunken sex with him and ended up pregnant that is. But what are details right? Well, My name's Elizabeth, Liz for short, and this is how my life was completely changed by a certain curly haired pop star.

I internally groaned as I heard my sister's high pitched screams directed at the television, another one direction appearance, I swear, every single time these boys show up on the TV my ten year old sister behaves like she's having an epilepsy attack. What's the big deal with these boys anyway?

My thoughts were swiftly broken by my phone's loud ring tone, it was Jane, my best friend. We've known each other since kinder garden. We are currently experiencing our last year of high school together, thank fuck. High school wasn't all that bad, I mean if you take off all the fucked up social status shit and subtract half the sluts and jackasses that are high school boys, I guess it would be just fine. Note the sarcasm. Jane and I have always been very close together, not really hanging out with the other girls who are either caring too much about their appearance or fucking high school boys like it's a hobby. I like to believe we're different, I mean being from California, Los Angeles, society immediately expects you to be a huge busted blond with a beautiful body that is either partying or tanning. Well, Jane has always been beautiful, her long, brown silky hair and her blue eyes with tan skin has always set her apart from everybody else. Specially me, with very light skin, dark curls and green eyes. Tanning is as close as disaster for me, I always end up looking like a fucking lobster.

"Hey you" I answered playfully.

"LIZ! You have NO IDEA! Ok so tonight there's this-" Jane babbled excitedly.

"WHOAH, hold on there, breath Jane, I can barely understand what you're saying, have you been smoking something?" she huffed impatiently on the phone.

"NO silly, let me finish, anyway, Harry fucking styles is going to be at that club we talked about, TONIGHT!" she shirked.

"And?" oh yeah, I forgot to mention, Jane was totally head over heels for that boy band. I'm beginning to think that shit is contagious.

"AND, I TOTTALLY have tickets for us to get in, my dad's friend is the owner and he gave it as an early graduation present, isn't it amazing!?" she screamed.

"um, Jane, I'm all happy for you and stuff, but why on earth would I get my warm little ass out of my comfortable bed to try and get a sneak peak of Harry styles in a packed club? Seems like bum deal to me"

"Oh no, you ARE coming missy, no fucking way you're staying home on a Friday night with chances of meeting that Greek god, we ARE going. Get your best outfit, look hot, and I'll pick you up at 10, Ciao"

"But JANE-"

Beep beep beep

She hang up on me. I should have informed you guys how dangerously persistent Jane can be, she won't give up until I'm at that club tonight. And so I did, got dressed on my black tank strapless dress, curled my hair up and applied some black smoky eye shadow. Jane said and I quote "you look fucking hot" when she picked me up that night.

If only I had known that one night, one mere night, would change my life forever.

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