#22. He cheats and gets another girl pregnant (Part 1)
~ I dedicate this one to a friend~
~ This is most likely going to be a series, but i’m not sure~
Niall: You look at your nervous looking boyfriend with confused eyes. He just came home and demanded that you both sat down and talked. You sat down on the couch and he followed, grabbing your hand tightly, like it would be the last time. “What happened?” You ask gently. He let’s out a shaky voice and looks down at your hand, tracing his thumb over the engagement ring that sits there.
He finally looks up and your shocked to find his blue eyes swimming with unshed tears. “Niall what happened?” You ask again, this time alarmed. “You know I love you right?” He questions and you nod, giving him a reassuring smile “And I love you to. Whatever happened, we can get through” And he shakes his head “No, no we can’t” He says darkly “Why can’t we?” He opens his mouth to answer but he can’t get anything out.
“Niall” You say firmly, pulling your hand from his “What did you do?”
“Well, remember a couple months ago when we got into the big fight?” He asks, dropping his gaze from your intense one “Well after I left, I went to go get smashed. A-and I don’t remember what happened but I woke up in another girls bed and i-”
“You what?!” You yell, flying off the couch “I’m sorry” He tells you, getting off the couch, trying to hug you.
You push him off and narrow your eyes “Then what happened?” He nods and you notice as he takes a small step back “Well she just called me. S-she’s pregnant”
When he said pregnant time seemed to have stood still. You cock your head slightly as you stare at the man. He shifts nervously as your stare burns through him “Babe?” He whispers, taking a small step towards your frozen person “Princess, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for any-”
You hold him your hand and he shuts up “Thank you for telling me Niall” You smile, your voice a deadly calm. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks at you “So what now?”
You don’t give him time to answer as you turn on your heel and march towards your shared bedroom. You hear Niall’s frantic footsteps as he follows you, spewing some pathetic apologizes. “[y/n] wait” He says, coming into the bedroom “Please wait. We can work this out” You give a sarcastic laugh as you wheel the suitcase he uses for tour, throwing it on the bed. “Don’t you want to work this out?” He asks meekly
“No Niall, I don’t” You finally say, throwing clothes into the suitcases hollow basen “With a shit load of work, I may have gotten past your infidelity” You say and his face visibly brightens “But you got her pregnant Niall. Fucking pregnant!” You yell at the man and he nods quickly
“I know but we can work-”
“No we can’t. I don’t date cheaters, no matter who they are” You interrupt coldly. You ignore his tears and swipe at your angrily as you finish packing. You zip the suitcase up and start to wheel it towards the bedroom entrance. Only to get stopped when Niall blocks it “Damnit Niall, what?!” You say aggravated “Please don’t leave me” He pleads, reaching out for you, only to get rejected when you step away “Please i’m so sorry. Please, please, please”
You say nothing as you look over the man you love. His shoulders are slumped and his eyes match his red face as the tears run wildly down his cheeks. You take a step closer and reach up, placing a hand on his cheek. He leans in to your touch as he eyes run wild with hope. You feel a smirk make it’s way onto your face as you look at him “Your fucking pathetic. Move out the motherfucking way” You push on his chest and he obeys, too shocked at what you just said to do anything else.
You hear him follow you down the hallway as you make your way to the front door, throwing it open and walking to your car. Once you put the suitcase in the trunk you feel him close it and wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “Please don’t leave me” He begs again “I’ll be better. I’ll do or get you anything you want. I can’t live without you, I love you princess I do” He cries, the sobs racking his body as his tears damp your shirt. You pry him off you and hop into the drivers seat. You start the car and roll your window down, looking emotionless at your ex-fiance. Slipping the beautiful ring off you hold it out to him and he slowly takes it with shaking hands.
You give him a pitying smile as you put the car in reverse “You’ll make a good dad Niall. I just wish your first child would have been with me”
Harry: Your eye flash dangerously as you look at your boyfriend and best friend. They look to the floor guiltily as your ex best friend cradles her still flat stomach. “So let me get this straight” You say calmly, though the anger laced throughout your voice gives away how pissed off you actually were “You both got drunk, slept together, and now she’s pregnant. Is that what your saying?”
You hear Harry gulp loudly as he slowly nods, finally bringing his green eyes to meet yours “Babe we didn’t mean for this to happen. We really didn’t” He says “How far along are you?” You ask, now turning your eyes on your ex best friend, looking with cold eyes as tears roll down her cheeks “I asked you a fucking question [y/e/b/f/n] ” You say dangerously when she doesn’t answer
“10 weeks” She says quietly, still keeping her gaze on the carpet “How long have you known Harry?” He fidgets nervously under your tense gaze “Since the beginning” He mumbles, dropping his gaze “Since the fucking beginning?!” You yell “The fuck? And you are just telling me now?!” Harry gets up off the couch and takes a hesitant step towrds you “Sweetheart if you want to keep your balls, I suggest you back the fuck up” He takes your advice and stops moving towards you, looking at you with sad eyes
“[y/n], i’m so sorry” Your ex best friend finally speaks up “I-if you want I can get a abortion” She says
“Your not going to kill an innocent child because you two fucked up” You say coldly “I’m sorry” They say in union and you roll your eyes. Bending down you slip on your dark purple converse and grab your car keys from the side table “Where are you going?!” Harry asks alarmed. You give a deadly chuckle as you look back at him “You really didn’t think I would stay did you? You cannot be that stupid”
Tears rush down his cheeks as he approaches you, ignoring your protests of “get the fuck away from me” He wraps his arms around you tightly as you stand there, stiff as a board. “Please don’t go baby girl” He pleads, you feel his tears run down your neck as he buries his head “Please don’t leave me, we can work this out. I love you” He begs, holding on tighter as you begin to push away from him “Harry, get off me” You demand, pushing him away harshly.
You look at him and before you can stop yourself your hand flies out and connects with his cheek, snapping his head to the side. He cradles his cheek in his hand as he looks at you with shocked wide eyes. “We will never be able to work this out” You say through clenched teeth “You whored around with my best friend and got the slut pregnant, congratulations Harry” You say sarcastically
“I’m not a whore” She speaks up defensively, hand on her stomach
“I’m sorry sweetie, but nobody was addressing you. So i’m going to need you to shut the fuck up” You say sweetly, smiling coldy in her direction before turning back to Harry “I want to work this out [y/n]” He says firmly and you scoff “You may want to, but we aren’t Harold. Let’s switch roles, shall we. Say I went out and fucked Niall” You tell him, taking satisfaction in the way his jaw clenches “I fucked him, then I got pregnant with his child. How would you take it?”
“I would…Please don’t leave me, please” He begs again and you shake your head, turning around and opening the front door. Strutting out to your car you hear Harry and your ex best friend follow you, spewing apologizes left and right. You take to ignore them as you climb in the drivers seat and starting up the car. You huff annoyed when Harry grabs the door before you have a chance to close it. “Just please. Where are you going to go?” He asks desperately. You smirk up at him ans loosen the drivers door, slamming it close before rolling down the window
“I’m going to Niall’s house”
Zayn: You ignore the violent vibrations(Though of that extremely wrong) of your phone as you walk the semi deserted streets of London. You give a sigh as you slip the phone out of your pocket and look at the bright screen. It shows 20 missed calls from Zayn and 10 missed calls from the rest of One Direction. You quickly scroll through the various texts he sent, most of them he is begging you to tell him where you are, to come back to talk.
You stormed out your shared apartment when he confessed that the baby Perri, his ex is currently carrying is his. Once you figured out the the rest of the guys knew about his whorish tendencies you calmly put on your shoes and walked out the door, not looking back.
That was about 2 hours ago and it is currently close to midnight and you have yet to contact them, no doubt worrying them. On your journey you find a late night coffee shop and slip into it, ordering a coffee and taking a booth way in the back as you think. When your phone begins vibrating again you contemplate on answering it, finally deciding on answering it.
“Hello” You pick up, your voice completely monotone
“Babe!!” He yells into the phone, and you can clearly hear relief “Where are you? Let me pick you up” He begs over the phone and in the background you hear the guys voices and it sounds like they are in a car “I don’t want you to pick me up” You finally say “Babe please, we need to talk” You let out a laugh, wincing when it sounds cold, even to you “Zayn, we have nothing to talk about. You slept with your fucking ex, got the bitch pregnant, didn’t tell me that the baby she has been carrying around for eight fucking months is yours, and now you want to talk?!” You yell into the phone, attracting the attention of the store owner
“I know this seems bad. But if you would just let me explain” He pleads “There is no possible explanation for this” You hear him give a sad sigh before he speaks up “Please [y/n]” He begs
“Okay it was when Little Mix came on tour with us” He starts “Well one day after the show, I was lonely and missing you a-and she was there. We got to talking and one thing lead to another and…..” He trails off
“Say it Zayn” You hiss, clenching the coffee cup in your hand
“We slept together” He whispers, guilt all in his voice
“Yes Zayn, you fucking cheated and now you have to deal with the consequences” You say lowly, getting out the booth and walking out the cafe “Babe please, just tell me where you are so I can take you home. I’ll leave if you want me to!! I just don’t want you out on the streets this late at night” He pleads
“I don’t think i’m any of your concern anymore”
“What does that mean?” He meekly asks, knowing the answer “It means you no longer have a girlfriend” You say in a ‘duh’ tone “But what about the life we always planned for?”
“Why do I have to take that into consideration when you clearly didn’t?” You ask, your voice hard “Come on [y/n], your being unreasonable right now” You let out a loud laugh “I’m being unreasonable, me?!” You ask shocked “I’m not the one who fucked my ex then got her pregnant!!”
“And i’m sorry!!”
“I know you are Zayn” You sigh, defeated “But saying sorry can’t fix everything. I’ll have somebody pick up my stuff tomorrow okay?” He let’s out a shakey breath “But, I don’t want us to be over” You give a shrug even though he can’t see you “Bye Zayn”
“Wait!!” He says frantically into the phone “Where are you going?”
“Well first to a hotel, then a club to get wasted, then find a guy to fuck”
Liam: “Liam, it would be smart if you didn’t get close while i’m holding a knife” You warn your boyfriend. You hear him stop about 2 feet away from you, gripping the counter tightly in his hand “Babe, i’m sorry” He says quietly, his voice rough with tears. You give a hum of acknowledgement, slicing the carrot with more force than necessary.
Liam had just confessed that he slept with some five dollar hoe and now she is pregnant. You said nothing, just walking into the kitchen. Making food has always been an anger release for you. “Baby, please say something” He pleads, daring to take another step closer. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to sleep with her” He tries. You grip the knife tightly and finally turn to look at him “It was an accident” You scoff when he nods his head frantically.
You take a step closer to him and he backs up, eyes on the knife in your hand “How was it an accident Liam? Did she corner you, drug you, hold you down. How in the hell was fucking another girl a damn accident?!” You yell, pointing the butcher knife at him as you back him in a corner “Answer me Liam” You growl when your met with silence “I…i’m sorry” He says “What can I do to make it better?” He begs, looking at you with wide slightly fearful eyes. Your own eyes roll “You can’t do anything Liam. You slept with her and now you got to bear the consequences”
“But babe we can work through this….can’t we?” He asks timidly. You say nothing as you set the knife down ans begin to make your way into the living room and up the stairs, you hear Liam’s frantic footsteps follow you as you walk into the room. “Babe where are you going? Please don’t go” He begs, as you flip open the blue suitcase and begin throwing clothes into it.
“Babe stop” He says, reaching out and grabbing your hands into his. “Please stop”
You roughly pull your hands away and continue to haphazardly throw clothes into it. When your done you zip it up and wheel it towards your bedroom door, only for Liam to stop you again “Please [y/n], don’t go” He says, tears finally falling down his cheeks. You give a chilly laugh and look down at the suitcase “These aren’t my clothes” He gives you a confused look “Then who’s clothes are they?”
“I don’t want to go. No, i’m not leaving” You nod in acknowledgement but continue out the bedroom door. Liam runs in front of you and blocks the stairs “I’m not letting you do that. We need to work this out” Getting fed up with his shit, you take the suitcase and throw it over the edge of the banister, watching it the floor below with a loud bang. You push Liam out your way and travel down the stairs and towards the fallen suitcase.
Grasping the handle you wheel towards the front door, opening it and placing the suitcase outside. Turning back towards Liam your demeanor is unforgiving “Get the fuck out Liam” You tell him, opening the front door wider. “No” He says defiantly. You give an annoyed sigh and massage your temple with your fingertips “Liam, if you don’t leave i’ll call the police”
“You wouldn’t” He says shocked “Wanna try me” You state, taking your phone out of your pocket. He gives you a hurt look but doesn’t say anything just walks silently towards the front door and out on the porch. He turns towards you again “Please don’t do this”
Your response is only walking forward and pulling his face down to meet yours, pushing your lips against his. After pulling away you look him in the eyes and give him a cold smile
“It’s been fun”
Louis: “Baby i’m so sorry” He whispers over the phone. You sit immobile as the phone is glued to your ear. After seeing countless articles of Louis and some random red head in the newspapers going to his his hotel together, you thought it was only a rumor but called him just for conformation. Only to be shocked when he admitted it was true and to top it all off she’s pregnant.
“[y/n]? Are you still there? Please say something” He begs “I…I don’t know what to say Louis, I really don’t” You confess, gently wiping at the tears running down your cheeks “Just please say you aren’t going to leave me” He says quickly “Please?” You frown at the last statement “I can’t stay Louis, you know I can’t” You breath “I really didn’t mean for it to happen” He says quietly and he let’s out a broken sob “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I love you [y/n] I do”
You place a hand over your mouth as a sob tries to make it’s way to the surface. You take a big breath before replying “I know you didn’t mean for it to happen Lou. But it did, and now she’s…she’s pregnant” You cry “I can’t overlook that” You hear him sniffle over the phone “We can work through this” You give a shake of your head, forgetting that he can’t see you “As much as I want to make this work we can’t”
“And why not?” He demands “Because she’s pregnant Louis!!” You finally yell “And every time I see the newspaper i’m always reminded about what you did” You sigh “Please [y/n]” He begs brokenly “I am so sorry. I will do anything to make you stay, just name it” You give a sad laugh “What I want you can’t do. I’m sorry Louis. I’ll be moved out by the time you come back from tour”
“No babe, please” And you hear him start to fully cry “We were supposed to get married, have children, and grow old together” You frown “Well you fucked that up when you went and slept with that girl” You say “Please [y/n], i’ll do anything” You sigh sadly “Louis, i’m going to go now okay”
“No!! Wait, please babe. Let’s just talk about this. Just stay, i’ll be home from tour in 2 weeks, please just stay” He pleads “I’m sorry” You whisper and finally hang up. You sit and stare into space for a while before the timer on your phone goes off. You slowly get off the couch and make your way to your master bathroom.
Walking to the sink, you stop and take in a shaky breath as you pick up the two white sticks lying there. Bringing it up to where you can read it, you look and it shows two pink lines. “I’m pregnant” You mumble to yourself, your hands automatically going down and cradling your still flat tummy. “I’m pregnant” You say again as it slowly begins to sink in. Snatching your phone you unlock it and snap a picture of the positive pregnancy test and send them to Louis.
“Congratulations. It’s to fucking bad your kids will never know their dad”
~Hopes you lovely people liked it!!~