Little Styles (On Hold until further notice)

I knew the second it started, it was time. I called Liam, hyperventalating. Louis picked up. "Hello dear! And how are you this fine morning?" When he heard me though, the phone was handed straight to Liam, who hearing my current state, raced out of his flat as fast as he could. Yes, I was nine months pregant, yes I was eighteen. Things weren't always like this. I used to have a life.

Then I fell in love with Harry Styles.