Band Baby

"Like any statistic out there, I'm pregnant at sixteen. The only thing is it wasn't by choice, I was raped."

Clara Ferguson was raped at the age of fifteen. Being pro-life, she decides to keep the baby when she finds out she's pregnant. But being disowned because of her choice by her parents, makes her rethink her decision. She puts the unborn baby up for an open adoption.

One Direction, being so taken with Lux, decides to try to adopt their own child. Finding Clara, they agree to the open adoption, but more than that: They adopt Clara as well, taking her in. Clara doesn't believe in love anymore, but while watching some of the boys around her and around her forced child, she starts to fall for one of them. In the midst of romance, they still need to take care of this child, which may turn out harder than they all previously thought.




Like any other statistic out there, I'm pregnant at sixteen. The only thing is, it wasn't by choice. I was raped. I was only fifteen, a few months from becoming sixteen. Lonely and wandering by myself, I met this guy. He was handsome, beautiful, kind. His eyes were warm and open. He was inviting. I only knew him for a few hours. But it didn't matter if he were my best friend for a month, he would've still ended up taking what was mine. 

I told him no.

But he kept going. 

I scratched him. I screamed.

But he pinned my arms down. He gagged me, and kept going.

He was beautiful. But he only cared about himself, about his own needs. He was selfish. 

He took away everything from me. He gave me depression, hatred, and a baby in return.

Needless to say, I never saw him again. His name was Trevor. That was all I knew about him. He disappeared off the face of the Earth, it seemed. I was glad though. My dad, not so much. He wanted to make Trevor suffer. 

A few months later, on my birthday, I found out I was pregnant. My parents wanted me to abort the child immediately. I told them no. They tried to live with my decision, but when I realized it was tearing my own family apart, I left. Disowned, practically. I stayed at my friend's house. Her mom didn't mind, and her dad died when she was young. As my stomach continued growing bigger, I realized that I couldn't take care of this child growing inside of me. Reluctantly  I put it up for an open adoption. 

And that's where my story begins, with a knock on my door.

KNOCK KNOCK. I got up slowly, and sort of waddled towards the door. KNOCK KNOCK.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I called. Finally I reached the door and opened it up to five smiling boys. 


"Oh my GOD! You're HUGE!" cried one of them. 

"You're One Direction, aren't you?" I asked slowly. The other one of them nodded his head.

"Can we come in? Sorry, you must be Clara. I'm Liam," I shook his outstretched hand. Then I moved aside.

"Sure, come on in," I said sort of awkwardly. I was so huge... seven months into my pregnancy. I had found out I was having twins, so of course, I was pretty big, which wasn't...very...attractive...

They all sat down in the living room, on the couch, as I took the arm chair.

"We have some documents," said the one named Zayn, reaching into a brief case of some kind. I stared at them incredulously.

"Documents?" I asked slowly. The boys sort of looked over at each other and then back at me.

"The thing is, Clara, we want to adopt your child," smiled the one named Louis. I felt my jaw drop.

"What? You've got to be kidding... You're a boy band. A pretty famous one at that," I pointed out. 

"Yeah... But, I don't know. It'd be fun to have a child around, right?" said Niall.

"Shouldn't you wait till you're settled down and married and all that?" 

"The thing is, Clara, we read your document thing, your resume? And we felt for you--"

"I don't need your pity," I said monotonously. 

"We weren't offering you our pity. We just want you to come home with us, and live with us."

Wait, did I hear him correctly?

"Why?" I asked.

"You want to keep the child right?"

"Actually, it's two..."

"Twins?!" I nodded at Liam's surprised remark.

"Oh wow. Well, that's fantastic!" Louis cried joyously. I felt myself blush.

"Thank you," I said quietly. Going to be a pain in labor. More pain than getting pregnant? Maybe...

"Besides, we could help you out financially..."

"Why me, though? There's so many girls out there..."

"Your situation is sad," shrugged Niall. I blinked and narrowed my eyes.

"Thank you...?" 

"Please just say you'll agree. We have the documents here," said Zayn, "And we could give you a private tutor to help you through your schooling. Besides, you haven't been getting any offers." He made a good point... But still. Moving to England? Living with five boys and having twins?

Five gorgeous boys may I add...

I had to admit, they had the money. They were willing to help. I slowly started to nod my head. They all became excited and pushed the documents that I had to sign.

Soon enough, I found myself on a plane headed to England.

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