You walk into the stuffy tour bus, stomach in knots. You and James were “together” a couple weeks ago. Since then, he slept around with a lot of other girls, since his fame was at an all time high.

You wring your hands together nervously as you approach his room on the tour bus. You found out you were pregnant mere minutes ago.

You knock on his door and he comes out looking annoyed, his hair messy, seemingly with someone else at the moment. He doesn’t seem like he remembers you, “Yeah?”