I feel bad for Michael. Everyone’s laughing at his tweet to Abigail, but he’s just shown that he was upset by the song and didn’t actually find it funny even though he joked about it tons :(

Close As Strangers Part 1

Rating: Heartbreak Girl (sad) 



My heart dropped into my shoes as I took a deep breath. 

The pregnancy test shook in my trembling hand. 

I used the other to grip the edge of the bathroom counter to help keep me on my feet. 

I stared at the little positive sign, hoping for the vertical bar to disappear

This can’t be happening. 

Was the only line being repeated in my head. 

I’m on the pill, been on it for a year already, and all of a sudden this? 


This has to be a mistake, I can’t be pregnant.

I needed a professional test, and fast.

I called my ob gyn and scheduled and appointment for the next day. 

I put the phone down and sat on the toilet, holding the little wand and staring at the small screen once more. 

My head shot up and a waive of anxiety swept over my body when I heard the front door open. 

Should I tell him ? 

No, absolutely not. 

Not until I’m 100% sure about this.

No need to stress both of us out, 

I sighed and collected myself before throwing the test away and heading out to face him. 

He called out my name as he made his way to the living room. 

"Right here" I forced a smile as I walked down the stairs. 

"There you are" he smiled as he kissed my cheek. 

"Everything alright babe?" he asked with a concerned look as he wrapped his arm around my waist. 

 It’s just that I may or may not be pregnant. Surprise! 

"Yeah, yeah. Just a little headache" I lied while smiling and kissing his cheek for reassurance. 

"How was your day?" I asked, changing the subject. 

"Oh great! The guys and I finished another song for the album and we-" 

"Are you sure you’re alright?" he shook my arm and taking me out of my thoughts. 

"Huh?" I asked sinking back into the conversation. 

"Maybe you should take some medicine and get some rest?" he suggested while coming over to me.

"Yeah that sounds good" I said looking at the clock that read 8:52 p.m.

"I’ll be up in awhile" he smiled and awaited a kiss. 

"Okay" I murmured before kissing him softly. 

I made it to the bedroom and  looked for the Tylenol bottle.

You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be taking medicine. 

I sighed and headed for the bed, hoping to knock out and wake up from this bad dream. 

"Anything planned for the day?" Ash asked putting his dishes in the sink after breakfast. 

"Just a doctors appointment" I said getting up 

"Doctor appointment? Why? Something wrong?" He asked with an uneasy tone.

"Just a checkup" I lied with a smile, "Now get to the studio before those boys hurt you" I teased. 

He laughed and headed towards the door, I followed to lock it on his way out. 

"Oh and ask about that headache" he suggested as he opened the door. 

"Will do" I smiled before kissing him goodbye. 

"Love you" he said before kissing my forehead. 

Not for long.

"I love you too" I said before shutting the door and pressing my back to it. 

My stomach growled in hunger.

If there’s anything in there you should feed it. 

I ate something quickly before heading to my appointment. 

"Congratulations! You’re definitely pregnant" she spoke in a chipper tone. 

"What?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Yes, about 2 months. Did you have any missed periods?" she asked

"Well yes but I used to miss them a lot due to stress. I just thought it was that mixed with the pills" I explained. 

"Birth control ? We don’t have any contraceptives prescribed to you?" 

"I went to Planned Parenthood" I said thinking about the irony, "I’ve been taking them everyday-" 

'They're highly effective but not always 100%. There's always the possibility” 

"You’re aware of the other options right?" 


"Well if you weren’t planning on this and don’t want the baby, there are-"

"Don’t you dare say I don’t want this baby. Maybe I wasn’t planning on this happening right now, but don’t try to talk me out of this." 

"I’m sorry I just thought since you were on the pill that you weren’t thinking about keeping it" 

"Of course I am" 

"Have you told the father yet?" she asked. 


"No. I haven’t" 

"I think that’d be your next step before anything else" she suggested. 

"You’re right. Uhm thank you" I said getting up and walking towards the door. 

"I want to see you in 2 weeks!"  She called as I walked out. 

I practically ran out to my car and settled in the drivers seat. 

I let my head fall to rest on the steering wheel and let out a deep sigh. 

My phone startled me when it started to ring, 

Ashton’s name flashed across the screen, 

Hi baby, I just got out of the doctor and guess what I’m pregnant! 

I turned off my phone and threw it in the passenger seat. 

I just needed to think about everything before  I went to him. 

But I couldn’t go home because he’d be there, 

so I drove. 

I drove for hours, stopping to get gas twice. 

Until finally I drove home. 

The dashboard said 9 p.m. as I climbed out and headed towards the door. 

I walked inside and saw Ashton sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

His head snapped as soon as I closed the door. 

"You don’t know how to answer your phone or what?" he snapped getting out of his seat. 

"Uhh sorry it was off" I replied. 

"I’ve been calling and texting you for hours" 

"Why? What’s wrong?" I asked suddenly getting worried. 

"What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s this?" He asked holding up the pregnancy stick.

"Why do you have that?" I asked. 

"I don’t know maybe I called my girlfriend to ask how her appointment went. And when you didn’t answer the first 3 calls I came home and found this! Why wouldn’t you tell me?!" He yelled, anger apparent in his voice. 

"I went to the doctor to confirm it Ashton!" I said. 

"And?" he questioned

"And it’s true. I am", I gulped,

"I am pregnant" I said for the first time aloud. 

He sucked in a breath and let out a sigh. 

"Say something please" I said shakily after moments of silence. 

"Say someth- What do you want me to say?" He asked finally speaking. 

"Well what you’re thinking would be nice" 

"I don’t know what to think" 

"Well maybe about what we’re gonna do-" 

"What we’re gonna do? We’re not doing anything" 


"We’re not having a child! I’m not ready, you’re not ready! I just turned 20! You’re 19! We aren’t ready" 

"We have 7 months to get ready Ashton" 

"No we don’t because we’re not  having it." He said walking away. 

"And who are you to decide that?!" I yelled getting angry. 

"That is half of me in there! I have some say in the decision" 

"Well I’m keeping it" I said sternly. 

"No you’re no-"

"Ashton I’m keeping our child" I spoke again. 

"Well then you’re doing it without me because I don’t want a kid right now" 

"Oh so it’s the baby or you? Is that it?" i said as my voice began to shake again. 

"So it’s ‘half of you’ but you don’t want anything to do with it?" I asked. 

"No. I don’t" he answered straight forward. 

My heart shattered and it took everything in me to do what I had to. 

I grabbed my purse and walked away. 

But before I was out of sight I turned around. 

"I knew you’d be scared but not like this." 

"You said you never wanted to be like your father. But look where we are"

were my last words before I walked away from him. 


Hey so part 1 SUCKED! I’m so sorry ! 

But part 2 is SOOO much better, i promise ! 

so if you’d like a part 2 please reblog and like.

And leave feedback in the inbox? 

even if it’s just asking for part 2 lol ! 

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- Sierra x 


4/4 breaking up with them and then not responding.
Requested by anon.

When I get around to doing my self-evaluation after spending all day looking at pictures of 5SOS...

#154: You find his stash Pt. 2
Pt. 1


"Those we’ren’t even fucking mine!" He screams at the top of his lungs. "They were Michael’s and he was telling me to hide them so his girlfriend wouldn’t find them."

"Just that little bit?" You arch a brow and cross your arms. "You sure about that?" He sighs lowly and approaches you, resting his hands gently on your skin.

"Do you not trust me?"

"It’s a little hard to when you’ve had that drinking problem…are you still drinking when you’re out there on tour, Ash? Or are you sober? Honestly." Silence falls as you wait for an answer for him, scared of what the truth might be. He wasn’t expecting for drugs that weren’t his to turn on to him for an addiction he previously had.


"I’m not…" You start off hesitantly and peer at the money case, heart sinking into your stomach when his cold fingers grab your face and force you to look into his eyes. "I’m not lying, Calum." You say quicker this time and Y/daughter/N skips happily into the room with a piece of paper and crayon in her hand, frowning when she sees the two of you.

"Mommy? Daddy? Are you two going to scream and fight again?" The heartbreaking fact that your daughter knew went on between you and Calum scared you. He pulled himself away from you to go and pick her up.

"We’re just going to go to nana’s for a while," you tell her and Calum shoots you a look, but knows he can’t do anything for the third party in the room.

"Is daddy coming?"

"No," you shake your head. "Let’s go get some clothes baby, go and wait for me," Calum sets her down and she runs out, leaving it to be the two of you again.

"Y/N, don’t do this again," Calum growls and you walk towards the threshold.

"I can’t. Because last time we left, I had bruises on me. And this time, I just need a small break, okay?"


"So, to my house?" He queries as he pulls out of the driveway. You peer down at the glove compartment and then turn your cheek to gaze out of the window.

"I want to go home."

"But tonight is date night," he reaches out with a free hand to shove you playfully and you roll your eyes.

"No." His smile quickly fades and he turns up the radio to a low volume as he redirects himself to your home. He pulls in your driveway and slowly leans in. When you don’t kiss him he huffs in aggravation.

"Alright, why are you being like this?"

"Because you’re lying to me!" You raise your voice.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"The drugs, Luke," you open the glove compartment and pull out everything and set it onto his lap. "Why?"


"And you promised me you wouldn’t go through my stuff!"

"I was just folding your clothes," you whimpered. "I can’t beleive I thought you were getting better."


"Is that why you always wear sweaters? Your nose still bleeds in the morning and you never eat. You don’t listen to me, Michael they’re killing you."

"They help me," he says seriously and you shake your head slowly.

"We’ve been through this once, Mikey, what if you die?"

"I don’t care."

"Don’t care about the promise we made either?"


"Oh, okay then," you shrug slowly. "I’ll have my bags packed tonight and I’m leaving. We’re over, Michael."

You Have My Word - Michael Clifford Imagine

A/N: kinda “eh” about this. I wrote this quickly and I think I rushed it. I got this idea based off the movie “The Place Behind the Pines”, which is a really good movie. I’m really sorry if this sucked.

"Shhhh, mama’s gotcha." I coo gently to my crying baby girl.
I bounce up and down in a soothing motion and pat her back gently, trying to get her to sleep.
As I calm her down, I hear a knock on the front door and sigh.
“Shhhh, sweetheart.” I whisper to my sleepy baby while walking softly to the door
I open the creaky and old door while shhh-ing my little one, giving her forehead a kiss.
I turn my head and I gasp quietly.
Through the wrecked screen door is him.
His hands are stuffed into his dirty jean pockets. He wears a dirty white, baggy shirt but he doesn’t look like he’s drowning in it. His muscular arms are littered with new tattoos that I haven’t seen yet. And his hair is a lighter shade of cream now, not dark like the last time I saw him, and his eyes are slightly dark. In the corner of his lips, is a lighted cancer stick. He looks dirty but still looks like the same man I met one year ago.
“Michael.” I choke out, swallowing after, while opening the screen door.
He grabs the door from me and holds it open for the both of us.
“Umm,” He mutters, taking the smoke away from his lips and throwing it in the grass, away from us. “Hey (Y/N).”
“What…what are you doing here?” I ask with a slight shake with my head.
My daughter wraps her arms around my neck, her chest bouncing to find air.
“I was in town and uh, I figured I’d come see you.” He admits before licking his lips.
“Come see me?” I ask with a confused look.
He nods his head while rubbing his hands together.
“Who’s the little one?” Michael asks, moving his head towards my baby’s direction. His eyes are curious.
I breathe in and bite my lip.
I rub her back and she moves her head away from my neck. I look at her in her sleepy eyes.
“She’s yours, Michael.” I whisper gently before looking over to him.
His eyes widen a little and he swallows.
It’s like he steps back a bit.
“How-How come I didn’t know?” He asks, his voice sounding angry.
“You took off, Mike,” I say, swaying my hand out to the road. “You left without any warning. And I assumed you didn’t want anything from me anymore.”
“I didn’t know-”
“You took off with that damn bike, Michael. You didn’t care anymore.” I interrupt him.
“I would’ve came back. I would’ve-”
“Quit making promises that you can’t keep.” I admit gently.
“What the fuck, (Y/N)?” Michael shouts in fury, throwing his hands in the air, and our daughter jumps and immediately starts crying again.
“Get out of here, Mike.” I say coldly before pushing him.
Just before I close the door, he grabs ahold of it.
“(Y/N), do not do this.” He says, almost demanding.
Tears sting my eyes as I try to calm down my baby and fighting to close the door.
“(Y/N), please.” I hear him say in between her cries. Almost begging.
I sigh in defeat and let go of the door, turning to him.
I look anywhere but Michael as I bounce her up and down.
“Here, l-let me hold her.” He says softly, wiping his hands on his shirt, as if to clean them.
Then he holds out his hands for her.
I breathe in before giving her to him.
“Hey now…” He coos to her once he’s got ahold of her. She starts to calm down.
I wipe my tears and look at the two of them.
She defiantly has his eyes and nose.
“What…What’s her name?” Michael asks, looking over to me.
“Lily.” I say with a small smile.
And then his lips crack into a side smile.
“Lily, huh?” He asks while looking over to her. She’s relaxed
“I like it,” He whispers before kissing her forehead gently. “A lot.”
I smile a bit.
“Lily.” He whispers against her forehead.
Then her eyes start to droop and she falls asleep.
“I’ll take her.” I say, holding out for her.
Michael hands me to her gently and I take her inside the house with me.
“Come in if you want.” I whisper loudly to him behind me.
He walks in as I lay her down in her crib in the living room gently.
I sit down on the old, beat up couch and he joins me.
We both watch her sleep peacefully together for awhile in silence.
“I wanna be apart of her life.” Michael admits in a whisper, breaking the silence.
“Michael-” I warn a bit.
“No, (Y/N). You have to let me,” He says, looking over to me. “I feel like shit for not being here for her and for you.”
“No don’t-”
“Let me be with you two. That’s all I want.” He says, taking my hand in his.
I bite my lip, thinking if it’s a good idea or not.
“I don’t want her growing up not knowing who her dad is, (Y/N). And I can’t let you raise her on your own. Let me take care of you two.”
“How are you going to do that, Mike?” I whisper, looking into his irises.
“No,” He says, shaking his head. “Don’t say that. Don’t bring me down like that.”
“Michael, if you stay, you need to help too.” I state quietly.
“I know that and I’ll figure it out. I really will.” He says, squeezing my hand.
“I need you too.” I whisper.
He nods his head quickly and I can see his eyes growing with hope.
Then he kisses my cheek.
“Please, (Y/N), I want and need to be here. You and her are the only people who matter to me. And I won’t go anywhere, I fucking promise. You have my word.”

Michael Knows How to Treat His Girl (A naughty little blurb about Mikey)

You’d come home really fucking exhausted and angry after a full day at your part time job to your boyfriend Michael. He’d have the lights dimmed because he knows the brightness hurts your eyes when you’re tired. You’d slump onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh and his brow would raise from where he’s sat opposite you.

"Long day, ey bug?" He’d drawl in his throaty rasp before patting his thighs. Crawling onto his lap feels like home and his calloused hands pressed deep into your tailbone are more than indulgent. He’d lift your work shirt past your bra and duck to kiss the center of your back.
“Don’t fucking appreciate them working my baby so hard….” Michael growls into your skin, giving you goosebumps.
“My gorgeous,” his fingernails dig into your hips.
“Sexy,” he’s noses along your neck, you’re practically shivering.
“Little princess, daddy’s gonna make it all better.” And now he’s unclasped your bra with one hand and unzipped your jeans with the other, breath in your ear.
“Fuck,” you’d whisper, and Michael applies pressure in every right place.
“Unwind, I’ve got you.” Michael says.
You’d nod and lean into his touches, whimpering in ecstasy. And you feel his smirk, feel him all over honestly.
“That’s my girl, that’s my good baby girl….”

#212 - Smartphones. (Request) (Part 3)


It was 3 years later, Michael finally got to the park by foot. His guitar in it’s cover over his back. Michael had hit rock bottom. Every day since that moment three years ago, he carried a burden on his shoulders. The burden of cheating on you and losing you and the small child he had no chance to be a real father to. He cried all the time, even having to move back home to have the reassurance of his mother and father in his time of need. He got to the old wooden bench, plopping down on it before pulling off his guitar and pulling it from his case. He often had daydreams of serenading his daughter or son to sleep with the sweet sweet chords of his daddy’s songs. The thought alone made Michael’s heart clench. He started to strum, humming after each chord mellowed out. He closed his eyes, imagining the perfect daughter or son in his head and beginning to strum a nice little song. It wasn’t but a minute later, he felt a small hand touch his leg. He stopped strumming, looking up and gasping. Before him was a small child, a flower headband around her head and a cute little sundress on her pale body. “Well hello there, how are you?” She said nothing but hit his guitar, before clapping. “More!” Michael chuckled, pushing some red hair out of his eye. “You like my guitar?” She nodded and giggled. Michael began strumming again, the little girl squealing and falling onto her nappy covered bum. “Where’s your mum-” “Lillian! Oh my god!” Michael gasped, watching as you whisked up the small baby, cuddling her to your chest. “I’m sorry! She must have bot-” You pushed up your sunglasses, looking into the same eyes that cried and pleaded for you three years ago. “Michael?” Michael nodded, unable to speak as he admired you. As if it was even possible for someone to get even more beautiful. He hated to admit it, but he was still madly in love with you. “Is this?” You nodded, stepping closer. “Lillian Rose.” Michael began to get choked up. She was really his. This was his baby girl. “Can I?” You nodded, offering her to him as she extended her little arms. “Hi baby girl.” The moment made your heart swell, you took a step back and watched. Lillian put her hand on Michael’s face, giggling as a tear fell from Michael’s eye. “She’s beautiful.” You nodded, before coming to put your hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Please Y/N, please say you forgive me?” He cried, shaking his head. You took Lillian, setting her on the bench and setting Michael’s guitar in front of her to occupy her. “You really broke my heart Michael.” You said, shaking your head. “I know I did. I wish that day never happened. I’m such an idiot.” He dropped his head and began crying again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek softly. “I never stopped loving you. I want you here with me. I want us again.” You confessed, letting your feelings get the best of you. “That’s all I want to.” He put his lips on yours, a moan coming from your lips at the feel of his lips on yours again. “Missed you.” He smiled against the kiss, squeezing your side. “Missed you more.” Before you two kissed again, a small squeal startled you. With your faces pressed together at the side, Lillian stared at the two of you. “I’m your Daddy, baby girl.” Lillian clapped, smiling again. “One big happy family.” You whispered, kissing Michael’s jaw before smiling. Finally, all is well again.


Three weeks later. You sat on the couch, cuddled up in one of Luke’s shirts and a tub of ice cream in your hand. You were lying if you said you didn’t miss him. It broke your heart more and more everyday when you saw new pictures of him, partying and acting as though if none of this happened. You still remember the day, you were hugging him, he was whispering sorry’s after sorry’s and it only broke your heart more. Watching him leave with his bags and guitar on his back was all that burned in your brain when you thought of him. You were still a sucker for this guy and it hurt you to know he might not even feel the slightest bit the same back. It was almost 2 a.m, another restless night alone in your lonely apartment. Nothing seemed to help you out of this funk. Sad music and sad movies was all you seemed to care about nowadays. After the last segment on SNL, you stood, sighing heavily before heading towards the kitchen. Once your melted ice cream was in the trash, your phone buzzed from the table. The name on the screen made your heart thud so hard it hurt your chest. Luke. You shakily put your hand out for it, before answering. “H-Hello?” “Y/N?” “Luke?” “I-I n-need you.” His words were slurred and you could tell he was drunk. Luke only called at 2 a.m, if he was drunk or if he was in the mood for some steamy phone sex. “Are you drunk?” You said, somewhat becoming angry at him for calling you while intoxicated and then again sad just for hearing his voice after three weeks. “I’m so w-wasted. I’m sitting at the park we u-used to come to at midnight just to swing and slide. I-I can’t see straight, and the boy’s l-left me a-alone. I n-need you.” You were sliding into a pair of sweats, going to grab your boots. “Luke, listen to me. Stay right where you are, I’m coming to get you.” “T-Thank you.” You hung up, and jumped right into your car, speeding out of the driveway. It scared you to think of him out all alone, wasted and no one to accompany for him. You wanted to chew out the boys for leaving him all alone, but that was for another time. You arrived at the park in no time, suddenly so many memories were coming back. You saw Luke lying on the bench, his jacket over him as he laid in a perfect ball. “Luke?” You called, walking over, he only sniffled and looked up. “T-Thank you.” He said again as you crouched down, caressing his face. “What happened?” “W-We went out clubbing and they l-left with girls and forgot about me. I-I thought of you and just came here.” He reached out and pulled you closer, so close you were almost lying on top of him. “Look Y/N!” He pointed to the sky, giggling. “It’s our s-star!” A smile crept it’s way onto your face as you stared at the sky looking down at the two of you. Luke then wrapped his arms around you, sighing heavily. “I m-missed you. Please forgive me. I’m still in l-love with you.” You closed your eyes, sighing before looking back at him. “We will talk about this in the morning. Let’s get you home so you can sleep.” You helped him stand, his arm over your shoulders as he bent down to kiss your temple. “Love you.” You said nothing else, only smiling before helping him into the car.


Ashton sat in the waiting room of the busy hospital. His legs were shaking and his mind was racing. What was going on? Were you okay? Why was he such a fucking idiot? He grabbed at his hair, tugging before groaning to himself. He stood, rushing over to the main desk before staring angrily at the woman manning the desk. “Can I please go back and see her now?” The woman sighed, looking up at him as if she was annoyed. Ashton had already been up here twice and even paced the floors, making the patients as well as the nurses nervous. “Sir, she’s in ICU, we will let you know when she’s well enough to see visitors.” “Well when the hell with that be? I’ve been sitting here for two hours. I NEED to see her.” The woman grabbed her walkie, sending Ashton a glare as he sighed heavily, putting his head in his hands. “Doctor, I need to know if the young lady in ICU is in recovery. We have a very, stubborn mister out here who needs to see her.” Ashton looked up, sending her a glare before rolling his eyes. “We just put her in the recovery room. She’s a little drugged up but she’s conscious. He’s welcome to see her.” The woman smirked before nodding. “You may go see her. Room 2113.” “Thank you.” Ashton said, before heading down the hall. He passed many people, but he only had his mind on one person and one person only. He knew there was no way you were taking him back. But you needed someone, you needed him. If it wasn’t for him finding you, you would be dead now or in an unconscious state all alone on the bathroom floor. He shook the thoughts from his head, thanking the heavens for finding you before any real damage was done. He stood in front of the door of the room. Room 2113. He pushed open the door, a small sigh leaving his dry lips. There you were, gown on, IV in, and a breathing mask on. “Y/N?” He sat on the bed softly, grabbing your hand and giving it a small, delicate kiss. Your skin was pale and your eyes were glued shut, but you could still hear him. “I know I fucked up. Hell if I was you, I would never even give me a second thought. Finding you in the bathroom with those pills really scared me. It scared me even more to know you already took some. I hurt you so bad, I hurt you to the point I almost drove you to kill yourself. That was the only promise I made to you and I broke it. I love you so much and to see you in that broken state, really made me think y’know? You’re the only girl I’ll ever love and you said it yourself, you can always imagine the beach wedding we always talked about. I just, I fucked up. Me getting too drunk is no excuse for the shitty way I acted. You don’t deserve this at all. You’re too good for me. God I’m so stupid.” Ashton dropped your hand to cup his face, tears free falling down his red cheeks. You heard everything, it was still registering in your brain. Soon your eyes fluttered open and your body felt numb all over. You shakily lifted your hand and placed it on his bicep. He jumped before turning around, gasping. “You heard all of that?” You nodded and then moved your hand to pull down your mask. “Thank you for saving me. It’s going to take me time before I forgive you, which is only fair. But I love you Ashton, thank you.” You put your mask back on before Ashton laid his head on your chest, crying even harder. “I love you more. Thank God you’re alive.” You held him close, a little tear leaking out of your eye as well.


"Calum? Calum!?" You screamed into the phone, clutching the counter. "Someone call the paramedics!" "What’s going on?" You screamed again, before hearing an unfamiliar voice talking to you. "Ma’am, how are you related to this man?" "I’m his girlfriend." You clenched your eyes at the word, but right now, your relationship status didn’t matter. "Okay well we need you to come to the hospital. Your boyfriend seemed to have passed out." "Okay, I’m on my way." You hung up, crying before grabbing your keys. No matter how pissed off you were with him right now, his health and well-being mattered over anything. Your baby delivered a kick to your stomach and then she proceeded to toss and turn. "It’s okay baby girl. Mommy’s okay." You put your hand on your stomach, a tear falling down your face before you sighed. What caused him to pass out? Was it you chewing him out? Was it his drinking last night? So many thoughts ran through your mind and you had so little answers. You got to the hospital in no time, rushing in as fast as your legs could carry you right up to the front desk, smiling at the woman. "I’m looking for Calum? Calum Hood?" She grabbed the clipboard before sighing. "Ma’am he’s in ICU getting treated for passing out unexpectedly? We’ll let you know when he’s stable." You sighed and nodded, trudging back over to the chair and sitting down. Crying, you put your head in your hands. This shouldn’t have happened. Before long, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up. "Is everything okay?" An older woman asked, her glasses sitting on the edge of her nose. You sniffled before sighing. "I just had a major fight with my boyfriend and I find out he passed out and now I’m here." She sighed before shaking her head. "Keep looking up baby girl. He’ll hang in there." Nodding you thanked her before the nurse came to you. "He’s stable and in room 45." You smiled before maneuvering your way through the people and finally making it to the room. Once inside you were happy to see him sitting up in bed, sipping on some water. "Y/N?" You walked over, hugging him tight. "What happened?" "My blood pressure got too high and I passed out. I’m okay now." "I’m sorry." You said, biting your lip. "For what? I should be the one apologizing," He put down his water, patting his lap as you managed to crawl onto the bed and onto his lap. "I’m a huge idiot. I don’t even deserve you after the bullshit I put you and the baby through. I wouldn’t blame you if you left me and never came back. You probably don’t even love me anymore." You sighed and put your hand in his hair, half smiling. "If I didn’t love you Cal, I wouldn’t be here. Listen you did make a huge mistake but we’re having a baby in another month, I can’t just leave you and fend for myself, I wouldn’t make it. We can go to counseling, we can work through this okay?" He nodded and you wiped away one of his tears. "I love you."