Treacherous (Niall Horan)

Brooklyn

---Cheyenne's POV---

"You're pregnant?!" Brooklyn shouts.
I jump slightly and Niall tightens his grip around me.
"Yes.." Niall says.
"This is absurd! How can you let that happen?! Do you not understand what that thing is going to do to your career?!"
"Thing? It's a baby! Our baby!"
"You don't need a baby! It'll ruin your career!"
"No it won't!"
"Yes, it will! It-"
"STOP!" I say/yell. "Just stop! It's not like we planned to have a baby!"
"If it's unplanned, then I am scheduling an abortion for later this week."
"W-What?" Niall asks.
My hands instinctively go over my tummy. It's been 3 months sense we found out. We figured we should start telling people now that I'm starting to show. We've told everyone and Brooklyn was the last person. Everyone is supportive of us, obviously except her.
"An abortion. It's the only way."
"It's too late.." I say.
"What?"
"I can't have one.."
"How far along are you?"
"A little over 3 months.."
Her expression goes rigid.
"Three months?" Niall and I nod. "THREE MONTHS?!"
I flinch and that's when Simon walks in.
"What is going on here?" He asks.
"Cheyenne is pregnant! That's what!"
"I am aware."
"You knew?!"
"Yes."
"It's bad for his career!"
"I don't see-"
"It will ruin him! We must get rid of her!"
Niall pushes me behind him; I hide my face in his back.
"Calm down, Brooklyn. We-"
"Calm down?! How am I-"
"Brooklyn. Enough."
"Simon! That baby will ruin One Direction!"
"Brooklyn! I said that's enough!" Brooklyn backs up and looks down. "We are going to support them through this."
"Yes, sir."
I feel like I'm going to faint...

------------- <3 months later>------

I sigh heavily and look at my growing bump in the mirror. I rub my hand over it and sigh again.
"You made it impossible to put my old jeans on, baby..." I say quietly. It's true. Only my 2 pairs of leggings fit. And it sucks. It really sucks.