I’ve been in the studio all day and I couldn’t wait to get home to you. I really couldn’t live without you, which I know sounds sappy and all, but you’re so sweet and kind and the most caring person in the world.

We’ve been together for three years now. We started dating after the hiatus of One Direction started. If we could, we would’ve dated even earlier, but unfortunately managers didn’t let us.

All those years we kept our relationship ours, never telling a soul about us, because we didn’t want to hear about rumors and stuff that could’ve ruined our relationship. Only our closest friends and family know about this and we’d like to keep it that way, until we are ready to share. I just hope paparazzi won’t leak photos of us, but we’ve been really good at hiding this from everyone.

Before coming home, I stopped by to buy some flowers for you, to apologise for being away all day.

When I arrive home, the air feels a bit different than usual, more charged about something that I couldn’t quite explain.

You were in the kitchen, pacing around the island for no apparent reason. When you notice me, you relax a bit and I can clearly see how happy you were when I gave you the flowers.

“Hey baby.. what did you do all day?”

You sigh, as you sit on the chair. You look a bit nervous when you finally say that your period is late. It is weird, because ever since I’ve known you, it’s always been on time, like a Swiss watch.

My mind immediately starts thinking at the possibility of you being pregnant and my heart skips a beat just at the thought of it.

Thinking about it, we have been a bit reckless lately, so maybe that’s how we end up in this situation, but I wouldn’t mind it. Having a kid with you has always been my dream, but I wouldn’t force you to keep it if you didn’t want it. It’s your body, so your choice.

That night we buy a pregnancy test and as soon as it arrives, you take the test. It’s lowkey driving us insane not knowing the truth.

While we wait for the results, I pace around the living room. I can’t stop thinking about it. You could be pregnant right now. Am I ready to be a father? I don’t know.. but I’m sure we would find a way to take a good care of our little one.

My mind is racing with million different thoughts, when the alarm goes off. I look at you and I notice your slightly panicked expression, so I squeeze your hand, trying to make you feel a little bit better.

“Are you ready to find out what it says?” I grip your hand tighter.

You nod and I turn the test so we can see the result.

Two lines.

You’re pregnant.

For a moment I stare at it, before I hug you tightly smiling like a idiot.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a father! And you a mother! Oh baby you’re going to be the best of them all!” I say almost in tears.