"Okay. I want you all to listen to me because I'm really nervous!" Louis comes shouting into the common area, and we all turn to look at him. His gaze goes straight to his girlfriend, Eleanor. "Please tell me for God's sake you didn't take a fucking pregnancy test and it came back positive and you didn't tell me." I frown at that.

"What are you talking about?" Eleanor looks at us all, confused.

"I found a fucking pregnancy test in the bathroom bin and only Liam, Zayn and I have girlfriends, I want to be sure I'm not going to be a father," Louis says without taking his eyes off her.

"It's not mine!" Eleanor exclaims and Louis breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank God..." He collapses on the couch and puts his hands over his face.

"Fuck, shit." Liam rushes to grab his phone and makes a call, I assume to his girlfriend.

Zayn seems super calm, he shrugs and says, "I'm free, Perrie hasn't been here."

So who the fuck... no. No, no, no-

My gaze lands on you, you're playing with your hands and quickly moving your leg. You're nervous. Why are you nervous? Fuck, don't tell me it's yours. DON'T TELL ME IT'S MINE.

You and I have been secretly sleeping together for a few months now. We just don't want the guys to find out so as not to ruin the relationship around the band, nor do we want anything serious; this is just physical. We've always been very careful, or so I thought, because apparently the only conclusion I've come to now is that you're pregnant, and probably with me.

"Okay, it's not Sophia's," Liam says in relief as he sits back down on the couch.

"So who the fuck is it?" Niall asks.

I clear my throat, trying to avoid the conversation, "It's probably some girl from the sound team, a lot of them work here..."

"{{user}}, you're incredibly quiet," Liam says, looking at you.

Oh fuck, oh shit.