Daniel has really bad anxiety and OCD. While on tour, Tyler, his brother and tour manager, helps him cope. Daniel refuses to tell the other boys of his problem, fearing they'll see him as a freak. So what happens when they push his buttons and the t...
"Mom was having twins okay? You were supposed to have a sister but something happened and you two kinda didn't separate. There was a surgery but it couldn't fix what happened to you. Daniel you partially have girl parts." My chest tightens at the confession, watching as Corbyn stiffens.
"The condom... so you're saying- I could- we could.... He could be.... pregnant?" I couldn't take this. It was all too much. Before anyone could so much as blink, I was up and out of the room. I ran into an elevator, hitting the bottom floor button, before falling to the ground, pulling at my hair.
He was wrong- he had to be. Me? A guy- pregnant? With the rest of the energy I can muster, I remove my hands, grabbing my phone. I open up google typing in those dreaded words.
It is in fact possible for a male to be pregnant, but it is very rare and puts both baby and mama at risk.
My phone drops from my hands and I panic even more. The door opens and a woman and her husband immediately crouch next to me, worried.
"Hey sweetie what's wrong? What can we do to help?" The lady asks softly.
"P-pregnant. C-can't be- no." I sob, clutching my hair once more. The lady looks at me confused, before glancing at my phone.
"Oh no babe I think he's pregnant and something is wrong." She says worriedly as the doors close and the elevator continues down. I was sobbing by now, the people trying to help me as much as possible. The man was on the phone but I couldn't understand what was being said.
As soon as the elevators door open, I'm being lifted, a man I don't recognize in what appeared to be a firefighter suit, setting me on an ambulance bed. I could barely breathe and I couldn't understand what was going on around me, leading to me being passed out within seconds. The last thing I hear being the buzz of my phone on the elevator floor before the door shuts.
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My eyes slowly open, lazily looking around the room before closing. I was in a hospital, and that's about all I knew. I slowly open my eyes once more, watching as a woman came in.
"Hi! My name is Gabbie what's yours? I'm glad you're awake." I blink lazily at her as she starts to scribble stuff down, looking at the machines by my bed.
"Dan... Daniel." I mumble. She writes it down, smiling softly at me.
"The couple said you might be pregnant. How far along are you?" I could feel my lip tremble at that question.
"I- I don't know. I only had sex for the first time two days ago. I'm s-scared." I sniffle. Her face softens and she sets her clipboard down.
"You'll be fine sweetie. You're alright. Do you have anyone we can call?" I hesitate, but nod. I didn't really want to face the boys after this, so I told her Jon's name and number.
"Am I? Am I pregnant?" I ask. She glances at me, sending me a sorry smile.
"It's too early to tell love." I sniffle, glancing around the room. She goes to leave the room but pauses.
"Go ahead and sleep. You look exhausted." She says softly. I nod, my eyes slipping closed shortly after. It was maybe 20 minutes later when I heard voices.
"I'm here for Daniel Seavey. Where is he?" Corbyns frantic voice reaches my ears.
"Sir we don't have a Daniel Seavey."
"What do you mean?! You guys called us and said he was here!"
"Sir we don't have a Daniel Seavey. We have a Daniel, yes but no last name was given." The lady argues.
"Well look at my lock screen. Is this the boy you have here? He's my boyfriend and I need to see that he's okay!" I whimper in my sleep, not liking the noise. Gabbie is quick to calm me down, wiping the stray tears leaving my eyes.
"Well yes but-"
"Then where is he?" Soon footsteps were heard entering the room.
"No no no. Please be okay." I feel Corbyn grab my hand, but I don't move.
"He's okay, just asleep." Gabbie speaks up. I feel the focus shift over to the girl.
"He is? What happened? Why is he in here?" Corbyn asks.
"Well a couple called 911 saying a boy who was possibly pregnant was having a panic attack in an elevator and was about to pass out." She explains.
"Possibly pregnant? How could they tell? I-is he?" Tyler asks.
"It's too early to tell. They assumed he was because he had something about male pregnancies on his phone when they found him." She explains.
"If... if he does get pregnant, how um how risky is that?" Corbyn asks.
"It's very risky, there's a million and one different outcomes. He could be healthy and give birth to a healthy baby in c-section, or he could lose the baby, or we could lose him. It really just depends on him and how he takes care of himself." I could hear Corbyn suck in a breath.
I shift again, feeling their gaze right after. I feel Corbyn run his hand over my hair, his thumb rubbing my forehead. My eyes slowly open before closing again. I open them again, tiredly looking at the blonde in front of me.
"Hey baby. How are you feeling?" He asks softly. I hum, closing my eyes.
"Tired." I mumble. I lift my eyelids again, just barely.
"Which is perfectly normal. Go ahead and rest baby. We'll sign your release papers okay?" I nod, closing my eyes.
"Um when will we be able to tell if he is?" Corbyn asks, his thumb rubbing my hand.
"Not for at least another 4-5 weeks."
"Okay thank you. Um can we get his papers?"
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He makes me soft.
Double update for y'all ((: glad you liked the plot twist haha.
