You Got Me Pregnant

Ava's life has just changed. She found out that she's expecting a little baby. But the thing is the father is Louis Tomlinson, the man who recently broke up with Ava. When Ava told Louis the news he was forced to take her to live with him to protect his reputation. Though Louis doesn't want to be with Ava he's determined to not let that get in the way of him being with his child. But as he tries to help with the whole pregnancy he begins to realize that he's falling for Ava but she's not so sure as she thinks maybe she wants to raise the baby alone. (I changed the plot)


2. Chapter 2

Ava's P.O.V

Christie and I have lived in America since I was seventeen. Louis mostly always came to America for when he was on tour so thats how we met. "Okay I've worked my ass off for the past few years of our lives and we have enough money to fly to the U.K so I can tell Louis about his child," I said to Christie. She nodded. Then she looked at my passport.

"Jenna Ava Johnson, your name is actually Jenna?" Christie asked.

"Yeah you were only four when mum and dad died so you wouldn't remember that I started going by Ava," I said closing my passport.

"Why didn't you tell me after anyways, Jenna?" she asked with a sour look on her face.

"I don't know Gwen why don't you take a look at your birth certificate," I said with the same tone that she had previously used. She looked puzzled as to why I called her Gwen. "Yes I started calling you by your middle name as well," I said putting away both passports. She never cared to look at her passport or birth certificate or anything with her name on it.  I could see that she wanted to argue but she decided not to when I ran to the bathroom with my hand clutched on my stomach and my other hand over my mouth. "Dear god," I said between breaths. After I was done I went to go lay down on the top bunk bed of the room Christie and I share. I closed my eyes and remembered how it all happened.


It was dark and Louis and I were walking through the yellow lighted hallway of a resort he had taken me to in Mexico. Christie was here too we just weren't sharing a room. I held on to Louis' hand as we walked. He looked at me for a moment then softly kissed my lips. I giggled as he pushed me against the wall and deepened the kiss. "Louis," I laughed. "I love you so much, Ava," he mumbled against my lips. "I love you too, Louis," I mumbled back. He grabbed my bum and lifted me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. He wanted me, and I wanted him. "Louis, I want this," I moaned. I felt a smile grow on his lips. He carried me to the room we shared and thats when this child was conceived.

End Of Flashback...

 "Oh hell," the memory wasn't only one of the most shocking ones of my life, but one of the best. I couldn't even think about what Louis was going to say about all this. I really hoped that he wouldn't whatsoever leave me abandoned. I got up from my bed and walked down to living room where she studied her passport slowly.


    "This doesn't have Gwen written anywhere," Christie sighed.


       "Okay. I lied. Happy?"


        "Very," she replied with a toothy over exposing smile.


       "Alright. Now get up we're now leaving for the airport, so lets go," I said trying to be cheerful.


        "Yes lets go, Jenna," she mocked. I stuck my tongue out towards her. We got into the taxi I called and were on our way to the airport. We got ourselves sorted and were on a plane in less than an hour.


    Christie put in her headphones and slowly fell asleep. I was far to nervous to even think about sleeping plus, I had nausea, but it wasn't from my baby, I always got sick from airplanes. When I knew I was going to throw up I got up and walked over to the bathroom toilet. Being my clumsy self, I tripped over a bag in the middle of the aisle and fell on my butt. I felt my cheeks turn red when I saw him. Louis William Tomlinson. The father of my baby on the same flight as me.


  "Ava?" he said studying me. I nodded realizing that my nausea was gone. "What are you doing here?" he asked helping me up.


   "I-I was going to see you. Louis, we have to talk," I stammered.


   "Yeah I guess I owe you an explanation to why I left you. Well I left you because I got scared, when I said I loved you back in Mexico I didn't know if I meant it and I think I did and I just couldn't think about me loving you and you loving me so I got scared as I have mentioned," he said pulling me into the seat next to his.

  "It's alright, but I have to tell you something," I said squeezing the fabric on my jeans. Before I could talk my nausea was back, this time it was from the baby. I got up and ran to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth and my other hand on my stomach. I opened the door to the bathroom that only had leg room so I had to squish myself in and let everything out.


   "Ms. Johnson? Are you alright?" a flight attendant said from behind me.


 "I got her," a voice said from behind me and I realized that it was Louis' . He grabbed my hair as I continued to vomit. Once I was finished I flushed the toilet and wiped my face with a wet paper towel then Louis hugged me to his chest like he would always do on planes whenever I got sick and comforted me. But I busted out into tears as he did this and he kissed my temple and finally I spoke.


   "Louis," I stopped, I cried. "I'm pre," I stopped and I cried again. "I'm pregnant, and you are the father," I stopped and I cried. The truth was out.

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