I enter the tour bus with the boys after sound check and I hear you, Sophia and Eleanor laguing and giggling.

That's not a good sign. You're definitely up to something.

You and I have been together for about two years now. We met when the band went on our first tour. You came to the show, front row, and captured my attention. Then, as if by fate, you were in the same nightclub as us when we went out to celebrate a good show. We totally hit it off, you came back to my hotel room, and neither of us wanted to leave the other. It was a little difficult dealing with the long distance, but we were so in love that we made it work.

"What are you three up to?" I ask, grabbing a water bottle out of the mini fridge as I spot the three of you sat at the small dining table crowded around something.

Zayn and Niall head to the living area to chill, and Louis and Liam come with me to see what their own girlfriends are up to.

"Oh, hey, babe," you smile sweetly, "we saw this video on twitter of these girls all doing pregnancy tests, mixing them up and seeing if one is positive, so we wanted to do it."

I pause, looking at you blankly. You're not serious, you can't be pregnant.

"You're what?!" Louis asks shocked.

"Relax, they're all going to be negative, we were just bored," Eleanor reassures her boyfriend.

"Why are you even doing this if they're all going to be negative?" I ask, my brows furrowed in confusion.

You shrug as you look up at me, a mischevious look on your face as you mix up the tests sat on the table so you can't tell whoes is whoes. "It's just a laugh, babe."

I can't lie, there's anxiety that one of them will be positive and if there is, there's a big part of me that's hoping it's not yours.

The alarm on someone's phone goes off, I assume to tell you that the tests are ready to check. I can feel my heart rate pick up as the three of you laugh and swap tests about, mixing them up.

"Negative," Sophia declares as she flips one over.

"Negative," Eleanor chuckles as she turns the other over.

Okay, two out of three are negative. It's fine, its okay.

I watch as you flip the last one over.

"Oh," is all you say.

Fuck

"Oh my god," Eleanor gasps, "that- that one's positive."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..

"Well, whoes is it?" Liam demands, standing beside me looking as panicked as I feel.

"We... we'll have to get another couple of tests," Sophia replies, her shoulders as tense as her voice.