Pregnant 101 With Harry

18 Year old Kat Monroe has a perfect life as a model. Her mother is a professional actress and her father is in the music business. Kat hates One Direction. She doesn't like their music at all. But when Kat's father becomes One Direction's new manager, her life turns completely around. It may be every girls dream to have the hottest boyband around them every minute of the day, but it's not exactly Kat's dream. And that's not the only crazy thing that happens to her. Kat falls in love with the british heartthrob, Harry Styles. But one night when she was alone with Harry, her life turned into a living nightmare. Harry got Kat pregnant.


2. I Love You

Kat's P.O.V

I sat in my room for a couple minutes. Thinking of what I'm gonna do with myself. But I was interupted by the curly brown haired guy.

"Hi." He said and smiled.

I looked at him.

"Listen, pretty boy. I don't mean to be rude but, I don't like you or your little possy and I never will. You guys are all my friends talk about and its annoying as hell." I said.

I looked at my closet, kinda regreting what I just said.

"It's okay if you don't like me. But it doesn't mean that I don't love you." He said.

I looked at him, I got up from my bed.

"Did you just say you love me?" I asked him curiously.

He just winked at me and left the room. What just happened? Did that curly haired clown just say he loved me? Or was he teasing me? I walked back downstairs and everyone was in the living room like how I left them. Except they were all sitting on the couch. I saw Harry looking at the cover of the candy lips magazine that I was on. He was studying it and smiling. He must think I'm hot, can't blame him. I walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge door, then I felt someone wrap their hands around my waist. I looked behind me and saw it was the curly one again.

"Hello. love." He said smiling.

"Umm. Get your hands off me, curly." I demanded and stepped away from him.

'Hey, the more you pull away from me, the more I'm gonna bother you." He said, still following me.

I poured some water out of the foset into my cup.

"Well, the more you do that, the more I'm gonna ignore you." I said doing a half smile.

"You really hate One Direction, don't you?" He asked.

I finished filling my cup and turned around.

"Yep." I said and walked onto my back porch, followed by curly. That's his new name until I find out his real name.

"Oh c'mon. Why don't you like us?" Curly asked.

"Well, one; your all my friends talk about, and its annoying. Two; I don't like your music. Three; None of you guys are exactly what I call sexy. Four; we have absolutly nothing in common. Shall I go on?" I said.

Curly just looked at me funny.

"Nope. Well, tell me what I need to change about me to get you to desparetly want me?" He said.

"What the fuck dude. Really." I said.

"Hey, watch your language," He said.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"How old are you, anyway?" He asked.

"Eight-teen. Why do you ask?" I asked.

"Hey, that's one thing we have in common." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"We're the same age." He said.

"Ooooo. We have sooooooo much in common." I said.

"Okay, I've got an idea." He said.

He walked towards me, grabbed my waist, and picked me up and rested me on his waist. My legs were now around him. I tried to get down but he was too strong. He held on to me.

"Let me down!" I said.

"Not until you listen to me." He said.

I sighed.

"Fine, what?" I asked.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me." He said.

"Okay. Easy." I said.

"But, you have to be real close to my face." He said.

I looked at him funny.

"Whatever." I said.

I got close to his face and looked him straight into his green eyes.

"I don't-" I paused.

Oh no. I couldn't say it. He was too charming when you look him in the eyes. I almost melted.

"Say it, only if you don't love me." He said.

I closed my eyes for a second. Then opened them again.

"I don't-" I said but I put a hand on my face.

He was strangely very sexy. It's like the moment I looked in his adorable green eyes, he put me into a spell. A spell of instant love. I don't know why, he just was. I wanted him. I needed him in my life. What the hell am I saying?!?! That's it. I need to say it.

"I love you, curly." I said and immediately kissed him right after.

His lips were so warm and soft. I couldn't believe I was doing this. But I loved him. There is just something about this guy that made me want him. I put my hand behind his head. His hair was amazingly curly and soft. We stayed there for a couple minutes, until I heard Mikayla scream. Then I immediatly jumped off curly. I looked at Mikayla. I knew she liked curly the best out of One Direction because she would tell me every fricken day. But what I just did now was bad to do in front of her. I saw the hurt in her eyes. I panicked. Curly was looking at Mikayla, confused. Then a second after, everyone came out and stood behind Mikayla looking puzzled. I was still frozen in my steps. I couldn't move. I started to shake. I felt my hands shake like crazy. I looked at Harry, who was looking at me then back at Mikayla. I can't believe I just did that to her. I couldn't stand standing here for much longer, then I jumped off the railing of the porch and I ran down the beach, until I couldn't run anymore. I didn't look back. I just kept running. Until I completely ran out of breath, I stopped and fell on my knees on the soft sand. When I caught my breath, I stood up and continued to walk down the beach. I didn't know where I was going. I just kept walking and walking. I ran into a couple of fans and signed autographs. Then a couple minutes after, in the distance, I could see a huge tall hotel. But I didn't have any money with me. I stopped walking and checked all my jean shorts pockets. With my luck, I found 120 dollars in my back pocket. Thank god. I'm a model millionair, what do you expect to find in my clothes? When I reached the hotel, I checked in a rented a room. I couldn't believe I was renting a room. I just didn't want to walk all the way back to the house and see Mikayla in tears. That's probably what she's doing now, crying her heart out after seeing me make out with a guy she was obsessed with. When I got to my room, I was really tired. It was only eight thirty, but after that walk and what just happened at the house, I was exhausted. I got under the bed covers and fell asleep. I did nothing but dream about what I said to Curly. 'I love you curly.' It repeated in my head a bunch of times. Did I really love him? Did I mean that kiss? Does he really love me? Was I made for him? Should I let Mikayla have him? I asked myself those questions a bunch of times until I came up with the answers. Yes, yes, obviously, possibly, maybe. Those were the only answers I could think of.

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