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.




"Your Doctor appointment is today, Clara, get up," said, what I recognized as Perrie's voice, as a pillow hit my face. I groaned and carefully got out of bed. It was a few weeks away from the due date: July 15th.

"Don't make that sound at me. That's unattractive," muttered Perrie, falling back into her nest of blankets on my floor. I rolled my eyes. I slowly got dressed and waddled down the stairs.

"Hey Clara," said Zayn, already eating and reading a book. 

"How are you so cheery? It's like six in the morning," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. Zayn looked at the kitchen clock.

"So it is," he looked back at me while gesturing to a bowl of cereal with his hand, "Eat up. You have your doctor's appointment in like an hour. And it takes a half an hour to get there."

"It takes half an hour to get there?" I asked.


"What if I went into labor? I have to wait half an hour till we actually get there and before I can get all that pain medication and all that?" 

"I think it takes longer for you to get your pain medication and all. You...have to be...dilated...or something..." Zayn looked so awkward I couldn't help but laugh as I took a seat across from him. 

"Why is Perrie in my room?" I asked while stuffing my face with cereal. 

"Oh. She stayed over last night."

"Okaaay...but why is she in MY room?" I asked, again.

"She said she was on baby watch. I mean, it is close to your due date and everything."

"A few weeks from it, actually." We quietly ate our cereal. Then Zayn got up. 

"PERRIE!" he yelled from the bottom of the steps. Turning to me, he said, "It's almost time to go." Just as he uttered these words, we heard a slam and then a "Whoopsie daisy..." 

"What was that?" I asked. She came bounding down the steps, in her sweats.

"Ooh..nothing... Just... you know...that picture the hallway...." Zayn face palmed, shaking his head. 

"C'mon," he said after a while. We all crowded into the elevator, and we were on our way to the hospital.




"Well, everything seems to be going fine," said the doctor, smiling at me. 

"Thank you Doctor Harrison," I said smiling. 

"No problem," she said back, "But remember, your due date is coming, so you might feel some contractions. They may feel like cramps and then get a little bit worse. But don't come until your water breaks, okay?" she asked. I smiled and nodded as she led me out. Zayn was signing some form and Perrie was fast asleep in the waiting room. 

"All set?" he asked, a smile on that handsome face of his. I smiled back.

"Yup." He woke up Perrie, and we were back on our way to the house.




"WHYYYYY??" I cried as Sherlock fell from the building, crashing into the ground. I wiped my tears and stuffed my face with more popcorn. John came running up to Sherlock. Harry fell into the seat next to me. I quickly wiped my tears and sat up straighter.

"I thought you guys left," I said coldly.

"Not me, obviously," he said arrogantly, rolling his eyes.

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

"Because of you." I felt my heart soar a little. Because of me? He saw my face and laughed at my ridiculous conclusion.

"I'm on baby watch. You could pop at any moment," he said. I felt myself blush at my thought, "Like I would really be attracted to someone as disgusting as you." My face turned to stone, as I pushed myself off of the couch.

"You know what, Harry? I really don't care what you think. Everyone seems to like me just fine, except you. If you hate me so much, why don't you just leave?" I spat. He stood up, his green eyes fiery.

"I think I will. Your presence disgusts me so much, even the THOUGHT of you disgusts me. I always have this need to throw up whenever you're around."

"Well, you're free to leave!" I shouted.

"Like you're stopping me," he sneered.

"Then why are we still having this conversation?" 

"Why don't you leave? This is MY house!" 

"YOUR house? It's MY house too now! You SOB!"


"You know what it means."

"You are such a middle schooler. You can't say Son of a Bitch?" he laughed at my face. I felt myself blush again.


"I don't look like a weasel."

"Are you sure? Because, you definitely look like a weasel to me," I retorted.

"Well, you look like a whale!"

"Is that the best you got?"

"A gigantic whale! The loneliest whale. Because you don't have anyone! I mean, for God's sake, you were RAPED. You probably tried to kill yourself haven't you? You're one of those self-pitying teenage girls. That's why you disgust me. I hate girls who are so SELFISH like that." It hurt. The knife he had stabbed into me metaphorically earlier, went in deeper.

"Well, you know what, Harry? I hate boys who are so self-absorbed and so arrogantly confident, that they don't even realize, or care, when they hurt the people around them! Fame doesn't look so good on you, Harry, not at all. It's all gone to your head."

"How would you know? You didn't even know me before I become 'famous'."

"That's the thing, Harry, I don't want to know," I snapped, repeating his earlier statement to me from when we first spoke to each other. Before he could open his mouth, or think about a 'clever' retort, something fell out of me, and splashed all over the floor. He stared at me wide eyed.



"I think my water just broke." 





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