“Speaking of… I need to talk to you about something.” I begin, my voice gentle. I’m constantly being gentle with you, probably way too gentle. I know you most likely don’t want me to baby you the way I am, but I’m trying to hint at you that I want to… You’ll find out.

You’re my best friend, we instantly clicked when I met you back in 2012. You were a friend of Kendall’s, I dated her but now neither of us talk to her anymore so what I’m about to say shouldn’t trigger an argument between anyone.

I hope not, anyways.

A little backstory to the current situation we’re in. You were with this guy just a few months ago, the two of you were planning on having kids, getting married. The usual things people plan on doing in life. You were pregnant for just a few weeks when he decided that he didn’t want to be apart of your life, nor the child’s.

We both hate him, to be transparent.

You texted me afterwards, then called me when I wasn’t replying. I answered your call and you were just sobbing. You couldn’t even respond to me. I finally figured out what you were saying and within a few days, I was flying to your country and knocking on your door.

I don’t think I’ve ever comforted someone like I comforted you that morning. I’ve been staying at your house with you for a month now, helping you with chores and basic housework. I even cook for you every morning and evening, and I grab snacks for you and pour drinks. I know you can do it, but it makes me feel a little more helpful.

Now, we’re sat together on your sofa, planning a few things for the future. After this month of taking you in, all I want to do is do this forever. I want to be a father figure to your child, someone you can rely on, someone who will take this child in when you want a break.

I watch as you look at me with interest. “I want to help you. I want to be a father figure to this baby.” I propose, trying to pick apart your expression but you’re just unreadable. “This is your choice.. but can I be in the delivery room with you?” I ask.

I understand if you’re feeling a little weird about this. All I can do is hope that you’ll let me be apart of this. I want to do this. Now that One Direction is going on hiatus soon, I have time to be a dad. I’m ready to be a dad.