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.




A/N: I'm sorry that it's been taking me so long. School and whatnot... Plus I had no ideas for a long time. And I still don't know what's gonna happen. Yeah. I know. Great planning on my part. (That's what I would imagine Fayre to look like possibly...Except with lighter hair. And not quite so old.)


I paced back and forth, cuddling Fayre close to me. I tried to keep her away from Teddy as much as possible. She was running a high fever and being only a few months old, I was afraid it was going to kill her. 

"Shh," I shushed as I stroked her forehead with a cold wet towel. She just whimpered. She didn't have enough energy to cry anymore. I felt tears threaten to burst out, but I kept myself calm. 

"Hey," said a familiar low voice from the door frame. I turned around and choked down a sob as I saw Harry leaning against the door frame, his curly hair disheveled. He looked like he had the same amount of sleep that I had been having for a week or so. Which would equal: none. 

"Maybe we should take her to the hospital?" I asked, my whisper turning shrill. 

"We have a house doctor coming tomorrow..."

"What if she doesn't make it till then?" I asked frantically, letting the tears I was holding back streak down my face. Harry took a long look at me and then sighed. He straightened himself up and walked towards me, gesturing his hands towards the baby.

"Give me her. I'll watch her for the rest of the night. You go to bed, okay?"

"I can't sleep," I snapped, harsher than I meant for it to come out. 

"Well, neither can I," Harry snapped back. He took a deep breath and then ran a hand through his hair, "But you need it more than I do. You're working yourself into a panic."

"I am NOT work--"

"Yes! You are! And your negative energy is probably not helping her get better."

"Negative energy has NOTHING to do with--"

"Why don't you ever just LISTEN?" Harry whispered heatedly. We glared at each other.

"She's MY baby. NOT yours." Harry glared at me some more.

"Yeah. And that's YOUR body that you need to take care of. If you get too tired, you won't be able to breast feed Teddy and do you want him to die of starvation?" he hissed.

"Don't even joke about that," I ordered, jabbing a finger at him. I sighed and looked down at my baby girl who seemed to have fallen asleep. I looked back at Harry, who was way too close for comfort. I eased Fayre into his arms and then walked out of the room, pausing at the door frame.

"If she d-dies," I took a deep breath, "on your watch? You're a dead man. Got it Styles?" He saluted me, sarcastically, in response. I walked into my room, and by the time my head hit the pillow, I was out.


"Clara? Clara?" someone was shaking me awake. I put an arm over my eyes and groaned.

"Teddy's crying, and we don't know what's wrong," Louis said worried. My eyes snapped open.

"You kept him away from Fayre?"

"He's been staying with Perrie. But then he just started crying a lot so we brought him back here. We figured you would know what was wrong with him...?"

"Keep him off of this floor. Fayre's still up here, right?" Louis nodded. I rolled off of my bed and hobbled down the stairs. 

"You guys, calm down," I heard Perrie say before I saw her. When I saw her, her smile spread across her face, "He just misses his mama." Perrie let me take Teddy out of her arms and almost immediately, he quieted down and started sucking on his thumb, his big blue eyes staring at me, still watery from tears. I bounced him up and down on my hip and rolled my eyes.

"So he's a mama's boy," mused Liam. 

"Like you're not," joked Louis, jabbing him in the ribs. Liam rolled his eyes.

"All of you guys are mama boys. Don't deny it," said Perrie, pointing at each of them. Then she frowned.

"Where's Harry?"

"He was supposed to be watching Fayre."

"Is it still bad?"

"A doctor is coming today so..." I said sitting down on the couch, moving Teddy to my lap. They both already sat up on their own. They were growing so fast. 

"She'll be fine, Clara. Don't worry," said Perrie, putting an arm around my shoulders and then hugging me. I smiled sadly up at her. 

"Yeah. I'm sure she'll be okay," I said. I jinxed it. When I said those words, immediately after, Harry came running down. I picked up Teddy and stood up.

"It's Fayre. She's having convulsions," he said.

"AND YOU LEFT HER ALONE??" I shouted, handing Teddy off to him and running up the stairs.

"SOMEONE CALL 911! OR WHATEVER YOU BRITISH PEOPLE CALL!!" I yelled as I got to the top of the stairs. I reached Fayre's room, and she was turned on her side, but she was shaking. She was having a seizure. I covered my mouth.

"Oh God." I didn't know what to do. I let her stay on her side. I learned something in health class. Was I supposed to put something in her mouth or not? I heard an ambulance. I felt so helpless as I stood there by her crib, unable to do anything. 


Eleanor and Louis were staying back, taking care of Teddy while the rest of us headed towards the hospital. My phone was beeping like crazy. 

@1d_obsessed: @Clara_Ferguson Oh my God! Is the baby going to be okay? 

@MrsStyles: @Clara_Ferguson Are you all going to be at the hospital? Because I live really close. #MEETINGYOU


How insensitive can people be? I gritted my teeth and turned off my phone.

"Are you okay?" asked Niall, sitting down next to me. He opened up his arms and I lay my head down on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me. We were sitting in the hospital waiting room. Police were keeping crazy fans out. For God's sake, it was a hospital, and my baby was having issues. I shrugged and then turned to bury my head into his chest.

"Fayre'll be just fine, I promise," whispered Niall. 

"Clara Ferguson?" said a nurse. I quickly stood up, Niall's arms evaporating away from me.

"Yes, that's me."

"Are you the mother of Fayre Ferguson?" she asked. I nodded my head quickly. 

"You may come with me," then she noticed everyone else, "You may all come with me. You're all one family right?"

"We adopted Fayre and her brother. So yeah," answered Liam. The nurse motioned with her hand to come and we all did. I sat down in a chair in the office that she led us into. Most of them stood up but Perrie sat down in the seat next to me. She took my hand and patted it, letting it go. 

"Doctor Williams will be with you shortly," said the nurse, closing the door. We all were silent. I think we were all hardly breathing. A few minutes later, a handsome young man walked through the door.

"Hi," he flashed a smile, "I'm Doctor Williams." He shuffled a few papers and then sat down behind a large desk. He took a deep breath and then looked at each of us in the eye, before settling on me.

"Your daughter is having some health issues. She has a very bad fever, you should have brought her to the hospital sooner. She will suffer from epilepsy for the rest of her life. It's possible that she'll have asthma issues. We'll keep her here overnight for observation, but we're sure she'll be fine. We'll give you an inhaler for her asthma and medicine for the epilepsy," said the doctor.

"She's going to have health problems?" I asked.

"Yes. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" 

"16." He nodded and wrote a few things down. 

"Do you feed your children?" he asked. I stared at him disbelieving at first. 

"Yes," I said after a long while. He wrote down my answer.

"Are they living in a safe environment?" 


"Do you care for them yourself?"

"No. I have the boys and their girlfriends."

"Hmm," he wrote some more things on the paper.

"What is this all for?"

"We're just making sure your children are taken care of, of course."

"They're my CHILDREN. Of course I fucking take care of them," I snapped, standing up, shaking with anger. How dare this doctor question whether I'm fit enough to be a mother or not!

"Please calm down, Clara."

"Call me Miss Ferguson. I might have a body of a child, Doctor, but I do not have a mind of one. I deserve a little respect."

"It has come to my attention, Miss Ferguson, that you were raped." 

"That's really NONE of your business." He closed his folder. 

"Ah, but it is. If you hate these children because of how you presented yourself to a man--"

"EXCUSE ME?" I cried. Perrie stood up at that moment and slammed her hands down on the desk. 

"Listen here. Clara loves these kids with all of her heart. She's the best mother I have ever seen," the other boys nodded their agreement, "And if you think she DESERVED to be raped, then you're a misogynist who deserves to have your license taken." I glanced over at Harry. He once said I deserved to be raped. He met my gaze, but quickly looked away. Why were people always telling me I got what I deserved? That I was supposed to be raped. Why were they were always telling me that it was all my fault for leading the guy on? Why did I deserve to be raped? 

"Just give me the medicine, and I'll be on my way. Oh, and go ahead and call social services. I'm sure they'll find that I'm a great mother. Maybe not perfect, but I try my best."

"My wife will give you your medicine on your way out," he said, looking back to his papers. Perrie scoffed.

"You're married? Really?" He glanced up and stared at Perrie for a long while .She flipped him off and then left the room. We all followed her out. The nurse that led us to Doctor Williams handed us the medicine and an inhaler.

"So you're the one married to the misogynist. Awesome," said Danielle, standing next to Perrie. She took the medicine from the confused nurse and then we left the hospital. I drifted behind. 

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, coming up from behind me. I shook my head.

"Don't listen to him. You didn't prompt that guy to do anything to you," he said quietly. I laughed and looked up at the night sky.

"That's the thing. What if I did? I must've done something to have prompted--" I broke up, a sob hitching in my throat. I was always so emotional. It was probably because of the lack of sleep... Harry looked like he was going to say something but we got too close to the others, so he just shut his mouth. We didn't speak again until we got home. Teddy was sound asleep in his bedroom. 

"So, how was the hospital?"

"Stupid doctor," muttered Perrie, passing out on the couch. Zayn shook his head and smiled slightly. He looked at her like she was the brightest star in the world and he just couldn't look away as he lay her head down on his lap and brushed her hair back. Would anyone ever look at me like that? 

"Clara, can we talk? About...what we were talking about earlier?" asked Harry. His whisper tickled my ear and I stared at him. He took that as a yes and expected me to follow him. We walked out to the balcony, and he closed the glass doors behind us. I looked up at the hidden stars and then back down at the busy streets below. 

"You didn't take what that guy said to you seriously, did you?" he asked. As he did, lights were going out inside of the penthouse. Everyone was going to bed.

"Why do you care?" I snapped. He turned away from me.

"I don't," he said carelessly. Okay. That kind of hurt. 

"But it wasn't your fault. If you were dancing on a pole in lingerie, and someone raped you, it would still be wrong. And you didn't prompt anything. All you did was dress in clothes. Even if you wore an over sized jumper and baggy pants, he would've still done it. It has nothing to do with you. It was just him. He's just a sick person," Harry said. 

"He took everything from me," I whispered, hastily wiping a tear from my cheek. 

"He didn't though," said Harry, shaking his head. 

"I hate myself, Harry. I don't think you get it. I absolutely loathe myself. And everyone else. Perrie says that I love my kids. And I can't help but love them. But every time I look at them, I remember what happened, what he did to me. You know, I entertained the idea of Fayre dying. And maybe getting Teddy sick as well so he might die too. How sick is that? How disgustingly wrong is that? To think, even for a second, to want your children to die so you would be free. Just so I could pretend it never even happened," I hung my head in my hands, tears running down my face, "Yeah. I'm a terrible person."

"It's understandable...why you would feel that way," said Harry after a long moment. He looked at the busy streets below us. I scoffed.

"No. It's not. It's morbid."

"Do you want to die?" he asked, looking at me. I met his green eyes and stared into them for a long moment. Then I looked away, at my hands.

"Sometimes." He stayed silent. Then I felt warmth around me, and he turned me to face him. He hugged me and then kissed the top of my head. He didn't say anything as he pulled away from me, and then walked inside. I wrapped my arms around me, missing the warmth. The feeling of safety. The feeling of being welcome, of being home. And then I cried, and I couldn't stop. And most importantly: I was alone. I was always alone. 




A/N: Okaaay that was depressing. Hey, I was wondering if any of you might be good at editing, would like to make me a video? I don't know how to, unfortunately. Though it'd be fun to have one, wouldn't it? :) Okay. I hope that was long enough. Don't worry. I won't take like three months next chapter. Hopefully.




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