The soft buzz from the tv and the familiar chatter from the lads fills the hotel suite. Louis and Liam are talking about some football game they saw last night, Niall is munching on crisps, spread out on the bed, and Zayn is sat in an armchair, texting Perrie. I’m next to Niall, flicking between the channels on the tv. Everyone is here, except for you.

You said you were hanging out with your so called boyfriend tonight, even though we all always usually hangout together the night before a show. Despite our disappointment, we hung out without you without any arguments, because after all, you’re your own person.

So this boyfriend of yours? Yeah, not a favourite, so to say. The first time you introduced him to me and the lads, we could immediately sense he wasn’t the right person. You’re so incredibly smart and sweet and kind. Obviously you deserve someone who practically worships you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Anyways, our senses proved to be right. Throughout these three months of your relationship, there has been endless nights where you’ve come into my hotel room, eyes filled with tears because he left you out of nowhere, or cancelled a date last minute.

It’s almost midnight when there’s a soft knock on the door. Liam, who is the closest to the door moves to get it, but I stop him. “I’ll get it” I say quickly and get off the bed. I just have a feeling that it’s you, and I’ve handled situations with you before.

I open the door, and there you stand with red, teary eyes, mascara streaked cheeks and swollen lips. I immediately furrow my brows in concern and glance back at the lads, who have gone back to what they were doing before. I step out to you, closing the door behind me so we can talk in private, in case you don’t want to tell the others.

“Love, what’s wrong? What has happened?” I ask, using my sleeve to wipe away the tears running down your cheeks. And nothing could’ve prepared me for what you said next.

I look at you with wide eyes. “You- you’re pregnant?” I ask cautiously, which causes you to start sobbing again. I immediately pull you against my chest, wrapping my arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head, doing everything to make you feel safe. You tell me through your sobs that you took the test before your boyfriend came over, and when you told him, he just.. left. Like he always does. Muttered something about wanting nothing to do with it as he was leaving. Such a prick.

“Hey, it’ll be alright. I’ll be here with you, okay?” I speak softly against your hair, feeling your fragile body hulking against me. “Do you wanna go inside to the others? I can tell them if you don’t want to” I gently lean back, tilting your chin up so I can wipe the fresh tears falling down from your eyes.