Massive Complications (Part 3)

Liam and Emma are finally happy. No drama, no lies, and absolutely no secrets. Until Tiffany surprises them with one massive secret that they can't deny and forget about like the others. It's very complicated. This is part 3, the final art of the Complications Trilogy. Hope you guys enjoy!


5. Spreading the News

“I don’t think I can do it,” Liam says as we walk down the same hallway I did yesterday.

“You don’t have to tell them,” I reply as I squeeze his hand. “But you should.”

We stop right in front of the door we need to enter. I look at Liam, waiting for him to open the door. He doesn’t.

“Want me to tell them?” I ask.

He stands still, thinking about it for a moment, but then shakes his head. “No, I have to.” He opens the door to the studio. I follow him in to see Zayn, Harry, Niall, and Louis on the couch. Simon Cowell is sitting a single chair across from them.

This is going to be fun.

“Emma!” Harry calls cheerfully. I shake my head and look at Liam. Harry does too, and he can tell by the seriousness on Liam’s face that this isn’t the right time for cheerful hellos.

“What’s wrong, mate?” Zayn asks, sitting forward.

“Tiffany’s pregnant.”

I look a t Liam, surprised that he just came out with it.

“And it’s mine,” he finishes, “apparently.”

“Who the hell is Tiffany?” Simon asks. I feel myself hold my breath.

“Liam’s ex-girlfriend who cheated on him,” Louis explains.

“She was before Emma?” Simon asks, still looking a bit confused.

“Yup,” Niall says, glancing at me. “They broke up a month ago.”

“How did you meet her?” This time Simon gets up and starts pacing.

“She was my best friend,” I chime in. “We met them on the beach one day.”

I hear Harry cough “Awkward” and Louis laughs. I glare at them causing them to stop. “Sorry,” he mutters. I roll my eyes.

“We have to make sure this stays quiet. Otherwise there will be millions of angry teenage girls going crazy and we don’t need that right now,” Simon says. I watch him as he continues to walk back and forth so quickly that it actually makes me dizzy. “We need to pay her to keep her mouth shut.”

“I’m sure she’d like that,” Liam mutters next to me. I nudge him hardly.

“We also need lots and lots of lawyers and-. Oh no, we can’t have lots of lawyers, then more people will find out and it will get leaked. Ok, we need a couple of really good lawyers.”

“Why do we need a lawyer at all?” Liam asks. “I will agree to raise and take care of the baby.”

“We still need back up. These things can get very messy. Ok…”

After Simon paces for the thousandth time, I tone him out. I just focus on Liam’s face. I reach down and grab his hand. He doesn’t even move a muscle.

Once Simon finally stops rattling on about lawsuits and money, he leaves to make a few calls.

“So, she’s really pregnant?” Harry asks.

“Four months.” Liam answers. Not moving out of his staring contest with the floor.

“And you’re sure it’s yours?” Zayn asks as well.

“She was going to show us the DNA results but,” Liam looks at me, “Emma didn’t want to see them.”

Niall looks at me strangely. “Why not?”

All I can do is shrug.

“So what happened exactly?” Louis half laughs. “She shows up at your house and says ‘Guess what? I’m pregnant!’”

Liam and I nod. “Pretty much.”

“I’m sad I missed that conversation,” Harry laughs.

“I didn’t even know you and Tiffany had sex,” Louis laughs and I feel my insides turn.

“Of course they did! They were dating for like three months,” Zayn joins in.

“Of course! I mean, Emma and Liam have only been dating for one month and how many times have you guys had sex?” Niall asks in a fake cheerful tone.

All laughter in the room stops.

“Easy there, Nialler,” Louis says as he pats him on the shoulder. “No need to make things anymore awkward than they already are.”

“I have to tell my parents.”

Everyone turns their heads to face Liam.

Harry sighs. “That is a conversation I actually don’t want to be there for.”


I sit at the kitchen table looking straight ahead, trying to hear anymore of the conversation between Liam and his parents going on right upstairs. A few minutes ago, Liam’s voice had risen a bit so I could hear, telling me that his parents’s voices on the other line had probably risen as well. I couldn’t make out anything he was saying, though. The thick wooden bedroom door was making it hard for me to comprehend anything more than a word every few seconds.

Liam didn’t want me to be in the room when he called his parents. And, to be honest, I’m glad. I didn’t want to hear Liam tell the story another time. After I left him alone in the bedroom so he could call, I stood outside the door until I finally heard the beeps from him dialing the number. It took awhile for him to actually be able to call. I haven’t met Liam’s parents yet, but I can tell they won’t be the type of parents who will be happy with this situation. I don’t know if any parents would be happy with this situation. That’s why I’ve decided to wait a little before telling my mom and dad about what is going on. And if they get mad that I didn’t tell them right away, I can always say that Simon didn’t want me to tell. They can’t be mad at me then.

My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. It’s a random number.


“Hey, Emma,” a female’s voice on the other line says.

“Who is this?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s Tiffany. I hope it’s okay I called.”

“How did you get my number?” I ask, remembering that I had changed my number just so she wouldn’t be able to call.

“Simon gave it to me when he called. I hope that’s okay. I just wanted to say thank you for convincing Liam to help out. I know you did. And I know this must not be easy for you- or for any of us, really. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks.”

She rambles on and all I can think is How did Simon Cowell get my number?

“Simon called about an hour ago,” Tiffany continues. “He said that Liam agreed to help out. So that’s why I called to say thanks.”

I am able to muster out a small “No problem.”

There is a long pause before Tiffany says, “Okay well, I’ll talk to you soon.”

I hang up, not trying to be rude but just because I can’t hear her voice anymore.

That was a strange conversation.

Tiffany was actually being… Nice.

It’s probably just all the hormone from being pregnant.

I slowly stand up and make my way up the stairs. I stand outside the door for a few moments and notice that it is completely silent. I enter our room and see Liam lying on the bed. I lie down next to him.

“How’d it go?”

“Not bad,” he mumbles. “Not great. They said they will help with the baby if I need it. But I can tell they’re disappointed in me. You know, because they were hoping I would be married before I would have a kid.”

“Well, at least they said they would help. So they aren’t that mad.”

“Yeah.” Liam nods. “Emma?”


“It didn’t mean anything, you know. Tiffany and I. It was one night and-”

“Liam,” I interrupt, not really wanting to hear more. “It’s fine.”

“Okay. It’s just, when we were at the studio and the boys brought it up you squeezed my hand really hard.”

“I did? Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I just wanted you to know that I never felt about her like how I feel about you. It was one night after dinner and it was a mista-”

“Do you know how Simon Cowell has my phone number?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

“Well, I gave it to him a few weeks ago when he asked for it. He knew we were living together and wanted it in case something happened.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”


“Tiffany called me a few minutes ago. She said Simon gave her my number and then she said thank you a billion times. She was actually being nice.”

“It’s probably some hormones released from being pregnant that are making her nicer,” he mutters.

I laugh, “That’s exactly what I thought.”

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