This is our fate

My friend Marie is completely and utterly obsessed with this brit-irish boy band that I think is called One Direction. When she wins tickets and back-stage passes to their concerts in England; She drags me along on one of her many adventures. The only reason I'm going is because their's a Irish boy in the band, and well, I'm Irish. Maybe he speaks Gaelic. When we meet them we could talk about people and they would never know, maybe I would have fun on this little trip.


9. Chapter 9

Dana's p.o.v

It's been a couple of weeks and I just can't seem to shake this flu. Liam calls and Skypes me everyday, checking on me and makins sure I'm alright. Liam gets off tour in 2 months, and I'm happy, but we'll still have to video chat and talk on the phone cause he live's in England and I live in the United States. Speaking of the devil, he calls me now.

Me: Hey babe.

Liam: Hey baby. You feelin' any better?

Me: No, still got this damn flu.

Liam: I wanna wrap you up in my arms until you're better.

Me: I would love to be in your arms. Li, I have a question.

Liam: Shoot.

Me: What happens when you get off tour and go back home to England?

The other side of the line was quiet for a long time.

Liam's p.o.v

Dana: What happens when you get off tour and go back home to England?

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't move in with her, her dad wouldn't approve and neither would my family. She can't move in with me. I can't move to the States. She can't move to England. We can't move in together.

Me: I don't know, I guess we'll have a long distance relationship.

Dana: Okay, I guess...

There was a hint of hesitation in her voice.

Me: What's wrong?

Dana: Already this relationship has been hard on me, because we don't see eachother. And I'm probably going to see even less of you becase you're going to want to be with your family and not me.

Me: Baby, Of course I'm going to want to be with my family, but I want to be with you too.

Dana: Well, that obviously can't fucking work. We're in two different countries.

Me: Woah, calm down.

Dana: I'm sorry. I just don't do good with this long distance stuff. 

Me: We'll make it work.

Dana: Okay. I've got to go, I'm going to the doctors. I can't shake this damn flu.

Me: You're still sick? I hope you feel better babe. I love you.

Dana: I love you too.

I hope she feels better soon. She's been throwing up almost everyday, and she has the worst mood swings. Flu doesn't give you mood swings? And the other day she told me she was eating doritos and peanut butter....that's wierd. Niall wouldn't even eat that, and he eats ANYTHING edible.

Dana's p.o.v

I hate being sick with a burning passion. I slid on some sweats and a baggy v-neck t-shirt. I sipped on my moccasins and threw my hair into a messy bun. Yes, the paps have been following me everywhere and It's slightly annoying. I put sunglasses over my eyes, since I look like a zombie. I'm so pale it's not even funny. And my boobs, don't even get me started on them. They hurt like hell. And my ankles. Like, what the hell. They're so swollen. I can't even wear heels anymore. And is sucks. I grabbed my purse and made sure I had everything in it. Money. Check. Credit card, drivers license, wallet in general. Check. Phone. Check. I'm good. I grabbed my keys and slid into my car. I drove to the hospital and walked in.

"Hello ma'am, how are you today?" The receptionist asked.

"I'm great." I said sarcastically and slid my sunglasses from my eyes and rested them on top of my head.

"You're Liam Payne's girlfriend!" She fan-girled.

"Yes, I am." I chuckled.

"What can I do for you?" She smiled.

"I haven't been feeling well for the past couple weeks, I was wondering if I could see a doctor." 

"Yes, I'll get right on that." She smiled and walked off. I went and sat in the waiting room and toyed with my phone. Liam had texted me asking if I've already seen the doctor.

'No babe. Literally just got here. I'll keep you posted :)'

I knocked my head back and closed my eyes. I heard heavy breathing in front of me and I opened my eyes and found 2 girls, around 12 standing in front of me, panting heavily. They look like they just ran a 5k.

"Can I help you?" 

"Can we have your auto-graph?" The smaller of the 2 said.

"Erm, sure?" I took the pen and sighed my name neatly.

"Thank you!" They both screetched and walked off. Directioners, I swear.

"Ms.Williams?" The doctor emerged in the walkway.

"Right here." I stood up and followed him. I sat on the bed and he sat in his little swivel stool thing that I like to play with when they leave the room. I'm a child, I know.

"What are the symptoms you're having? My nurse tells me you haven't been feeling good for some weeks now." 

"Well, I've been throwing up like crazy, all the time, I swear. My boobs hurt like hell. My ankles have swollen, they look like I'm harvesting to children in them, see?" I put my leg out strait for him to look at my ankles. "I have these super bad mood swings and crave the wierdest things."

"Sounds to me like you're pregnant." 

"What? No. I'm on birth control." 

"What kind are you taking?"


"That was recalled 2 months ago for not working." 

"What?!" What the fuck? I swear to bob if I'm pregnant, I'm going to have to cut a bitch.

"I'll just have you take a test." He disappeared. What? How am I supposed to tell Liam if I'm pregnant? He's going to be so mad. My dad, I don't even wanna know what he's going to do to me. The doctor came back with a cup.

"Pee in it." 

I took it from his hands and headed down to the bathroom. I had to drink like 5 glasses of water before I could actually pee. I can't pee on command, these things take time. Anyways, I did my buisness in the cup and gave the warm cup to the doctor. I don't like holding my fluids in a cup, I can't imagine how the doctor feels. I sat on the ledge of the bed and dangled my short legs. Why am I so short? The door opened and my doctor looked joyed.

"Congradulations. You're pregnant!" He smiled. Only if he knew that this is not a 'congradulations' moment. It's a 'I'm fucked' moment. Literally.

I paced my bedroom floor, determining how I'm going to tell Liam. He's called me several times and texted me. He's had all the boys, even Marie ring me. I haven't told my dad either. Oh jesus, he's going to be so upset. I just won't tell him for a while...

Liam has literally blown up my phone. Here are some of the many texts he's sent me:

'Baby, are you okay? You're scaring me.'

'Answer your phone or I will come to your house.'

'Stop playing with me, I'm starting to get upset.

'Dana Williams-Payne. I'm going to be so upset if you don't text me or call me back.'

I decided to Skype him. I'm gunna hear a earful, then it's going to be silent. Then Liam's going to hang up and leave me. That's how all teen pregnacies happen.

Liam popped up on the screen and didn't look happy at all.

"Where the hell have you been!?" He yelled into the camera.

Liam never cusses, so I can tell he's really angry.

"I'm sorry, I just. I don't know." I had the laptop on my bed and I was pacing my floor.

"Well, you should really pick up your phone. I was about to send Marie to your house. You had me so worried. Don't do that again."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." I stopped biting my nails and looked at him. I couldn't do this. I can't tell him. It would ruin his life.

"So, why are you pacing? Are you okay?" He looked concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm just..." I racked my brain for an excuse. "Hyper. Very hyper." I nodded, convincing myself.

"Okay, I just wanted to know that you're okay, but we have to go to a signing. I love you."

"I love you too." 

I hated lying to Liam. It hurt me deep down inside. Until I started showing. That's when I would tell Liam. God, I don't want to know how disappointed everyone is going to be with me.


Is she making the right decision by not telling Liam? Oh dang.

Anyways, how you like so far? I really like this storryy!

thank you guys so much for reading. It means a lot.

Love you my little awkwo-tacos <3 (:



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