Your breath was quick, shallow, as you sat on the floor of the bathroom. The three pregnancy tests you took were all in the trash can, which was as far away from you as could be in the tiny space. The room seemed to be getting even smaller, now, spinning around. It couldn't be. It CAN'T be. You were only 18, you couldn't be pregnant. "Babe?" Harry's voice seemed distant, faraway. You couldn't exactly pinpoint where it was coming from. "Baby?" A pang went through you at the word, even though you knew it wasn't what he meant. "Where are you? Why are you sitting there?" He chuckled at you, standing at the doorway, until he saw the look of cold hard fear on your face. "Y/N? Babe, what's wrong?" He knelt down next to you, brushing some hair off your face. "What happened?" It took a moment for you to wet your dry tongue so you could speak, and when you did all that came out was, "P-Pregnant."
The room was silent, but it was the absolute loudest silence you have ever heard. You switched your gaze between Louis and your hands, folded in your lap. He wasn't looking at you though, his gaze was fixed on your stomach. You fiddled with your shirt self-consciously, wishing he would look somewhere else. "Say something." You blurted out. "Stop it, just say something!" Slowly, he pulled his gaze to meet yours. "What do you want me to say?" He asked, his words slow, mechanic. You blinked back tears of frustration, of fear and anger. "I don't know. Just get it over with, will you? Break up with me, tell me your leaving. I don't want to wait anymore, just say it." You looked down, bracing yourself for his next words, but he just laughed. It was quiet, half forced, but he laughed. "You thought I was going to leave you?" Louis asked, giving you a half smile. You met his eyes again, opening your mouth as if you were going to say something, but nothing came out. He shook his head, getting up and wrapping you in his embrace. "Never. I love you. We'll get through this, as long as your here with me."
You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your stomach, still covered by your shirt. Slowly, you lifted it, studying your stomach. It looked different than before, but maybe that was just your imagination. Your mind playing tricks on you, now that your knew you were pregnant. You still gulped at the thought. You were pregnant. At 18. Almost as if you were in slow motion, you turned to the side, examining the size closely. "Y/N? Are you up here?" You heard Liam start coming up the stairs, but could barely register, your eyes never leaving your stomach. "Y/N? Oh, Y/N." You heard him sigh as he caught sight of you from the doorway. He shook his head, getting the wrong idea and coming over to you. "How many times do I have to tell you, Y/N? You're not fat, you're perfect." "Not fat?" You breathed, repeating his words. "No, not fat. Come on, look at me." He turned you towards him, lifting your face up to meet his. You looked into his eyes. You'd always loved his eyes. So big, and brown, full of compassion and always with a sparkle. You hoped he or she got his eyes. "Listen Y/N," Liam started, but you cut him off. "I'm pregnant." You blurted. He stopped, mouth hanging open in midsentence. "What?" He asked. You took a deep breath. "I-I'm pregnant. We're going to be parents."
You tried to suck in a breath as another violent sob overtook you. A horrific noise came in return, and you tried to stifle it by putting your hands over your face. You hiccupped, attempting to breath again, trying to calm yourself down. He left. You told him, and he walked out the door, leaving you alone. Well, not entirely. You still had the baby. The one growing inside you. But you were only 18, you needed Niall if you were going to raise it! Him. Or her. Not it. You were not getting rid of him or her. That was certain. But would that cost you Niall? Was it worth it? You sobbed again, feeling a pounding headache coming on. Your sobs were so loud, you didn't realize someone had come inside until your felt their arms encircle you. "Hey, hey, shh, shh. Why are you crying?" Niall's familiar voice reached your ear. You looked up, finding Niall's concerned, blue eyes looking at you. "I-I thought you-u le-left." You hiccupped, sniffling and trying to stop your cries in your throat. His face melted, his features gentle as he tucked some hair behind your ear. "Oh Sweetheart," He shook his head, kissing your forehead. "Don't you know I'll always come back? I love you too much to leave you. You, and our baby. We'll be okay."
No. This couldn't be happening. You weren't even sure if you wanted to be a parent, period! Much less now! You pressed you cheek against the cool tile of the bathroom floor, which you slid down when you checked the, many, pregnancy tests you had taken. You focused on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Don't panic. Don't panic. "Y/N?" Oh God. He's going to hate you! "Y/N? Y/N, are you okay? What happened?" By Zayn's expression, you could tell that he didn't know whether to laugh or panic. You sat up, breathing in deeply, then saying, "I'm pregnant, but I don't know if I want it or not, so we don't have to keep it if you don't want to, because I know you're in the middle of your career and this probably won't look good for you so we can just go call-" "What are you talking about?" He exclaimed, eyes wide. You stopped, blinking. "I-I'm pregnant. But I don't want it-" "Why not?" He interrupted you again, looking horrified. "Well, because, uh, I-I just guessed-" You started. "That I wouldn't want it?" Zayn guessed. You nodded silently. He closed his eyes, shaking his head back and forth and bringing you into his chest. You went willingly, burying you face in his warmth. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," He chuckled, rubbing your back. "Of course I want him, or her. It's early, yes, but I really can't imagine getting rid of him or her. That's just cruel." You let out a shaky breath, but then nodded. "Okay."