Lies
Summary: You tell him you're pregnant but he responds negatively
Lips trembling, body shaking, you walked upto your boyfriend's house. You were barely able to lift your hand to knock on the door- luckily it swung open, revealing Ms Mead. "y/n dear. Is everything okay?" She quizzed. "Is Michael home?" You gulped, your voice barely audible. "In his room, what's wrong?" The old woman asked, pulling you into the house and closing the door. "I-I have to tell you something" You sniffed, trying to pull yourself together. You looked down at the woman in front of you, her face softening as she waited for you to tell her.
You gently took her slightly shaking, wrinkly hand; and placed it on your stomach. "I'm pregnant" You muttered, awaiting her reaction. "y/n" She gasped, after taking a few seconds to comprehend what you'd just said. "That's amazing honey!" She then exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug. "Careful, don't wanna hurt the baby" You chuckled awkwardly as the woman squashed you between her small arms. "Let's go tell Michael" She then suggested excitedly, with a gigantic smile plastered on her face.
"Actually, I'd like to tell him by myself if you don't mind" You interjected. "Of course dear" Ms Mead chuckled lightly as you made your way up the stairs. Luckily, Michael's room was at the further end of the corridor, so you doubt he would've heard you talking to Ms Mead. "Michael?" You called as you knocked on his door. "y/n?" He called as you heard him shifting towards the door and unlocking it. "Hey" He smiled as he pulled you into his room, closing the door behind you.
"y/n y/l/n waking up before 1pm on a Sunday? I never thought I'd see the day" The blonde boy chuckled as he sat down on the edge of his bed, and you sat down next to him. "Well, I have some news" You took a deep breath, taking his large hands in your smaller ones. "What is it?" Michael quizzed with concern. "I'm pregnant" You blurted out, and his face dropped immediately. You furrowed your brows at him as he pulled his hands away from your grasp. "What do you mean you're pregnant?" He snapped as he stood up, refusing to make eye contact with you. "I mean - we're having a child?" You scoffed in confusion.
"No" He muttered. "No. No, we are not having anything" He chuckled bitterly as he stood in front of you. "I thought you'd be happy" You gulped as you stood up. "Happy? We're young y/n! The last thing we need right now is a kid!" He snapped at you, causing you to flinch a little at the sudden outburst. "And how do you even know it's mine?" He then perked up. "Are you serious right now?" You ridiculed. "I'm sure you've had your fair share of guys. How are you so sure it's mine?" Michael opposed.
You gulped harshly, taken aback by his brutal statement. "Are you calling me a slut?" You whispered. "Maybe I am" Michael muttered, loud enough for you to hear. "If you're so scared to have a kid then why did you have sex with me in the first place?!" You yelled, tears pooling in your eyes by this point. "Because- You, - We- I don't know okay!" He snapped angrily. "But I know one thing for sure, we are not having a child" He added. "You are one, sick bastard!" You cried as you ran out of his room.
