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.


1. Meet My Worst Nightmares

Kat's P.O.V

Does my father hate me? Why the hell is he doing this to me? I should probably tell you why I'm so fricken ticked off. Well it all started last night. When I was at the mall with my friends, and guess what stupid song came on the speakers at the mall. What Makes You Beautiful, by that band I can't stand, One Direction. They are all my friends talk about, and when What Makes You Beautiful went on the speakers, I plugged my ears so I couldn't hear anything. Then my best-friends, Mikayla, Eleanor, and Danielle started singing the annoying song with the rest of my majorly obsessed friends. I rolled my eyes. They know I hate One Direction and everything about them. They just want to bug the hell out of me. We were on our way out of the mall, thank god. Fuck the mall and it's bad taste in music. I'm blowing this joint. We all walked out of the mall and headed to my house.

I live on the beach, a big beach. I guess you could say I live in a mansion, sorta. My family isn't exaclty rich, but we do have a lot of money. And the reason for that, is because I'm a model and my father is in the music business. I do make-up and dress-up. But not that disgusting underware shit. But I also do bathing suits. I should probably describe what I look like. I have blonde/brownish hair, green eyes, I'm thin, and I guess you could say I'm pretty. And if you ever want to see me model, the only picture I have now is the front cover of this story, that's me modeling the candy lips magazine. You can't see my face though. Oh, and I'm single and british. Just lettin' you know. Enough about me, though.

We made it to my house and went inside. I saw my parents standing at the counter in my huge kitchen.

"Hello!" I said and kissed my father on the cheek.

"Hello. How was the mall?" My mother asked.

"Good, I guess." I said, grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

I went to the fridge and got some Moxie out and poured some into my cup.

"We have new that your probably not going to enjoy." My father said.

"What?" I asked nervously.

My father looked at my mum.

"You tell her. It's your job." She said to him.

My father sighed. My friends just stood next to me, puzzled.

"Fine, I'll tell her," My mother said.

"Your father is One Direction's new manager." My mother said.

I looked at her like she was the stupidest person on the planet. Then I smashed my right fist on the counter. I looked down and sighed. When did this happen? And more importantly, why did this have to happen to me? I don't understand why the most weirdest boyband in the world has to be my father's clients. Why couldn't my dad be the manager of Nicki Minaj or something? Why the fuck did this happen to me? I heard my friends gasp.

"Why?" I asked annoyed.

"Your father had to. He didn't have a choice. It was rather One Direction or get kicked out of the music business. We need the money, Kat." She explained.

I looked at my father.

"You guys know I don't like One Direction, at all." I said.

"We know, love. But your gonna have to deal with it." My father finally said.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. One Direction is going to be here in five minutes." My father said.

I looked at both of them with my eyebrows raised. Then I walked off, upstairs into my big pink room. I slammed the door behind me, and a few minutes later, Eleanor, Danielle, and Mikayla.

"Oh, c'mon Kat. It's not that bad." Eleanor said.

"For you it isn't. I hate One Direction and everything about them!" I screamed and kicked my wall.

I walked around with my hands covering my face. A second later, I heard my dad yell from the living room.


"C'mon. Now? Oh my fucking god. I can't do this." I said.

"We'll go with you." Danielle said.

I sighed and opened my door, and walked into the hallway. Then I continued to go down the stairs. I stopped walking once I hit the bottom of the stairs. I saw them. My worst nightmares, standing in my living room. I just looked at all of them individually. They ain't even hot. Wow, this day just keeps getting better and better.

"Well, don't just stand there. C'mon, come meet the lad's." My father said and motioned for me to come shake their hands.

I slowly took a step off the spiral staircase and walked towards them. I felt disgusted just looking at them. I stood there for a second, looking at my father.

"This is my daughter, Kat Monroe." My father said.

"Hey, aren't you the Kat Monroe in the candy lips magazines?" The curly haired one asked.

I nodded carefully. He smiled at me and winked. Ew.

"Can I go now?" I asked.

My father looked at me frustrated.

"Fine. But your coming back down here soon." He said.

I turned around and saw Eleanor, Danielle, and Mikayla were still standing on the staircase, gazing at One Direction. I walked up the stairs and opened my room door and left it open a little so I could hear what they were talking about downstairs. I could hear all the girls talking to One Direction and greeting them.

I know this isn't going to be a great life after all. I thought I was going to live a perfect life. But not anymore, I'm now stuck with a boyband that I can't stand, in my house.

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