I Just Want to be Loved *Completed*

When Brittany's mum get's remarried, she got a surprises when she finds out who her new step brothers are. When she starts living with one of them and his friends, and starts 'dating' one of them, she starts to question herself. Was her life to complicated? What's going to happen when her past catches up with her? Will Louis ever tell her his secret? Are one of the boys going to fall for her? What will Liam do when she becomes known as 'Mummy Direction'? And most importantly, will the boys be understanding about her past and help her in the future?

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47. Telling Our Mum's

“I don’t want to call her,” I complained, but Louis ignored me and took my phone out of my pocket.

“Password,” he said and passed me my phone. When I put it in, he said, “Call her.”

 “But I-.”

“No buts.”

“As long as we call your mum next,” I told him sternly.

“Fine, now call,” he said and the next moment my phone was ringing.

On my third ring, my mum answered.

“Where have you been? I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“Mum, it’s been, like, three days.”

“And that’s a long time for me.”

“Okay, but Mum, there was a reason that I called,” I said slowly.

“You sound kind of worried. Are you okay? Are you back with the boys yet?”

“She’s back with us,” Louis said. “I went and got her yesterday.”

“Louis?” My mother said in surprise. “Is that you?”

“It is, Mrs. Tom. But Brittany needed to tell you something very, very important.”

“And what’s that?” Mum asked.

I took and deep breath before replying. “Mummy, I’m pregnant.”

“What!” she yelled. “Since when! Who’s the dad! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Calm down!” I yelled.

After a moment she said, “I’m calm, now please answer my questions.”

“I got pregnant before I left, so I’m at fourteen weeks now, and I didn’t tell you because I was kind of afraid to.”

“Who’s the dad?”

I looked at Louis to answer. After a few moments of silent arguing, he said, “That would be me.”

“Dear god,” she muttered, “Is the baby a boy or a girl?”

“One of each,” I informed her.

“That was an unexpected answer,” I heard her mumble. “Okay, well, I’m just going to let all of this sink in. But before I go, when do I get to see you again?”

I looked at Lou again to answer. “We have a two week long Christmas break in three weeks, so you’ll be seeing her then unless she wants to fly back sooner.”

“Okay, I love you Honey, see you soon,” Mum told me.

“I love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I turned and faced Louis. “Your turn,” I stated and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Call your Mummy,” I told him and shoved his phone into his chest.

A couple of moments later, Lou’s phone was ringing on speaker. “What do you want?” someone asked. The voice sounded too young to belong to his mum.

“Lottie,” Louis said, “give the phone to Mum. I need to talk to her.”

“She’s driving. I’m just going to put you on speaker, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, you should probably hear this too. Wait, who’s all in the car?”

“Mum, Fizz, Daisy, Phoebe and myself,” she replied and I saw Louis eyes’ widen. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He looked a little afraid.

“Okay,” he replied, his voice was a little shaky.

“Hi Louis!” two little girls said.

“Honey, why did you call?” I heard his mother ask.

I elbowed him in the side and he said, “Well, I have very important information for you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Ummm,” Louis muttered and looked at me for something to say. I just stood there and showed him no sign of help. “Ummmm, well, I, ummm.”

“Just spit it out!” Lottie told him and I almost laughed.

“I got a girl pregnant!” Louis yelled. “And then I proposed!”

There was a few seconds of silence before the other end of the phone exploded with questions. Neither Louis or I could tell what they were saying, so Louis hung up.

“You can’t just hang up!” I yelled. “Call them back!”

“You do it,” he said and handed me his phone. “I don’t want to have to deal with them.”

Instead of responding, I went to his recent calls and called his mother back.

“Louis! Who is she!” Lottie yelled when she answered.

“Um, yeah, actually Louis’s being too big of a pansy to talk to you, so he’s having me do it for him. And to answer your question, I’m Brittany. I’m the girl that Louis knocked up.”

“Wait, the girl that was traveling with my brother?”

“Yeah,” I replied simply.

“I remember you. I met you once and thought that you were cool.”

“Well, thanks.”

“Yeah, so, how far along are you?”

“Fourteen weeks.”

“Oh, wait, my mum wants to talk to you. Here she is.”

I heard the sound of the phone exchanging hands, and then I heard, “Brittany?”

“Ms. Tomlinson?”

“Please, call me Jay. You are going to be my daughter-in-law after all.” I could practically hear the smile in her voice.

“Ummmm, actually I turned Louis down.”

“Why?” She sounded very shocked when she asked.

“He only asked because I’m pregnant. I didn’t want to marry him just because of that.”

“I didn’t ask just because you were pregnant,” Louis said and I shushed him.

“At least you have a good reason. I hope that Louis is taking good care of you.”

“He is.”

“Can I talk to him?” she asked.

“Lou, your mum wants to talk to you,” I said and went to hand the phone to him but he jumped away.

“I’m not talking to her.”

“I talked to my mum, you can talk to yours.”

“No.”

“Stop being a pansy and take the phone,” I said sternly.

After a few moments of glairing, Louis took the phone.

I didn’t really want to hear what his mother had to say to him, so I just went and walked upstairs to where everyone else was.

“Hello there,” I said as I sat down next to Niall. “How are you?”

“Well, the boys and I were just planning a night out clubbing.”

“We’d invite you to go but,” Zayn said and gestured towards my stomach.

“And we already decided that you’d stay and watch Danny,” Harry muttered and looked at Danny who was crawling around on the floor.

My jaw dropped. “Are you serious? You’re going to leave a pregnant girl on a tour bus with a child while you go clubbing?” They all looked like they felt kind of bad. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I don’t care. It’s not like I have any plans.”

“So, you’re okay with staying?” Liam asked. “’Cause I’ll stay with you if you want.”

“No, it’s fine. This baby and I have a schedule worked out and I don’t want you guys messing it up.”

Louis slowly walked upstairs and sat by Liam. He looked like he was in slight shock.

“What did your mum say?” I asked him.

“Sh-she was okay. With everything. She accepted the fact that you were pregnant and that we’re getting married-.”

“I haven’t agreed yet,” I butted in.

You don’t have to agree,” Harry said in the type of tone that scared me a little.

Louis continued talking like he had never been interrupted. “My sisters said that they thought you were pretty cool when they met you a few months back, and they wouldn’t mind if you became their sister-in-law. I told them the wedding plans and they’ve agreed to them all. They’re perfectly okay with you joining the family.”

“I don’t have a good response to that,” I muttered. “Except for the fact that I haven’t said yes to you.”

Niall looked at me like I was crazy. “We’ve told you. You get no choice. You are going to marry Louis.”

“You guys are dead set on this,” I asked, “Aren’t you?” They all nodded.

“Time to get ready for the club!” Niall yelled and all the boys jumped up. They ran from the room, careful not to step on Danny, and went down stairs to get ready. After about ten minutes, my phone buzzed.

I looked at the screen and was slightly shocked to see the name ‘Paul’.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hi Brittany, it’s Paul. I was wondering if I could talk to you about some recent advents that have accrued.” I immediately thought of all of the things it could be.

“Yeah, sure, shoot.”

“Okay, so, there’s a rumor going around that you’re pregnant and Louis’s the father. Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“Are you one hundred percent sure that he’s the dad. I mean, are there any other people that it could be?”

I hesitated a second before answering. “There are.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, who are these people?”

I hesitated again before answering. “The people wh-who ra-raped me.”

“What!” he yelled. “Where and when did this happen!”

“Um, the night that I left, I was in Chicago. It was just Danny and me and, the-they came up behind me an-and.” I didn’t finish, but I was pretty sure that Paul got the picture. I felt tears running down my face as I thought of that night. It mentally hurt me more than I let anyone know.

“Sweetheart,” I heard Paul say, “It’s okay. I’m assuming that you want everyone to think that it’s Louis baby, at least until it born?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t. And I’m guessing that you don’t want anyone to know?”

“If you could just keep that between us, that would be great. My mum doesn’t even know.”

“I promise you that I won’t tell anyone.”

“And it’s babies,” I added.

“What?” he asked. He sounded confused.

“It’s not one baby, it two. A boy and a girl.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that’s why my stomach is rounded. I’m only at fourteen weeks, but since there are two babies, my stomach is practically twice as big.”

“Is that why Louis is so keen on proposing to you?”

“Yeah, he’s proposed twice now, and I have a feeling that he’s going to keep asking until I say yes.”

I heard Paul chuckle before responding. “I’m sure that the paparazzi are loving it.”

“Yeah, um, what do you want me to say to them if they ask my anything?”

“Well, I actually wanted to talk to you about that. We have received some requests for you to be a guest star on a couple of television talk shows.”

“What?” I asked in complete and total shock.

“Yes, and it would just be you and the other guests. The boys wouldn’t be there, but we could fly Meghan out there and it could be a ‘Girls of One Direction,’ type of thing. We could try and get Perrie, but she has a really busy schedule and all. So, are you up for it?”

“Um, yeah, sure, I’ll do it.”

“Do you think Meghan will want to do it?”

“Yeah, it’s just, I think that she’s at university. But I’m sure that she’ll ditch a couple of lechers to be on telly.”

“Okay, so, there have been many people asking, but I’m just going to tell you the one that I think you should go to first.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Ellen DeGeneres,” he said and my jaw literally dropped.

“Wh-what! Are you serious!”

“Completely.”

“Oh my god, Ellen DeGeneres,” I muttered to myself.

“So, I take it that you want to be on her show.”

“Of course!”

“Then I’ll just go and set it up, after I call Meghan of course.”

“Do you have her number?” I asked and I heard him chuckle.

“I have everyone’s number. Good bye Brittany.”

“Bye, I said and hung up the phone.”

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Ten minutes later, my phone went off again.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god!” Meghan screamed. “Ellen! Oh my god! I love you so much!”

“I love you too, now calm down.”

“Okay, okay, I’m calm,” she said after she took a few deep breaths.

“Good, now, how’s university life?”

“It’s okay. Lyndsey’s my roommate so I don’t have to worry about sharing my stuff with a crazy person.”

“Let’s be honest, Lyndsey is a crazy person.”

“Yeah, she’s a pretty big psycho and-.” Meghan was cut off by someone yelling in the back ground. “For the love of god, Lyndsey! I’m on the phone! Please shut up!” she yelled back. After a few seconds she said, “Lyndsey’s drunk. I’ve got to go help her so she doesn’t puke on the floor, again.

I laughed before replying. “Have fun. Tell her hello for me! Bye.”

“I will, bye.”

“Good, you’re off the phone,” Louis said as he walked upstairs. “We’re just about to head out.”

“Okay, have fun,” I told him and he smiled before jogging back down the steps.

I heard the other boys shout ‘goodbye!’ then the bus door shut and a car drove off.

I turned the telly on and started watching Disney Channel, but it was saddening to see how much it had changed since I was a kid, so I switched to AMC and pulled out my phone to play games on.

A few minutes later, someone sat down by me and I almost screamed.

“Harry! What are you doing here?”

“Well, I felt that it was unfair to leave you here alone with my child, so I thought I should keep you company.”

“That’s thoughtful and all, but I’m fine. Really, I am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he said and stood up. He started walking towards the door, but he turned around and sat back down by me. “There was another reason that I stayed.”

“What?”

“Well, actually there are two.”

“Which are?” I asked.

He took a deep breath before replying. “I overheard your conversation with Paul.”

My eyes widened, but I quickly regained my composer. “Okay, so you know that I’m going on the Ellen show, that’s good. Meghan called me and she’s really e-.” Harry put his hand over my mouth.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he said sweetly. “Why didn’t you tell any of us?”

I moved Harry’s hand away from my mouth so I could speak. “This conversation is over. I’m not talking about this to you, or to anyone.” I looked at my phone to check the time. “And it’s Danny’s bed time. So, what’s going to happen is that I’m going to go down stairs and put Danny to bed. Then I’m going to come back up here and we’re going to pretend that you didn’t hear my conversation with Paul, and then you didn’t try and talk to me about it. Okay?” I asked and stood up. Before he could respond I picked Danny up and carried him down stairs.

After a few minutes of Danny crying, Harry walked down the steps and sat down on the little couch by me. “Go away,” I muttered.

“Here, let me help,” Harry said and took Danny from my arms. Then, he started to sing him a lullaby.

(Pretend the song Rock-A-Bye Baby is here. I really didn’t want to type it all out. Also I didn't feel like figuring out the lyrics to it)

By the time he was done singing, Danny was asleep. Harry stood up and walked over to his bunk and laid the little baby in it.

“Why didn’t you put him in mine?” I asked.

“Because you’re pregnant. I’m not going to make you share your bunk. That would be cruel. And he’s my child.”

“Okay, share it with him if you want. I’m not going to complain.”

We walked back upstairs and sat on the couch. I rested my head on his shoulder and started to fall asleep. Then I remembered something.

“What was the other thing you wanted to talk about?” I asked and then yawned.

“It’s not important now. Just go to sleep.”

“No, tell me.”

“You sure?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, do you wanna be Fuck Buddies?”

“What?”

“Do you wanna be Fuck Buddies?” he repeated.

“Why do you possibly believe that we could be Fuck Buddies?” I asked in a curious tone.

“Well, I’ve thought about it, and there are many benefits for both myself and you.”

I sat up and looked at Harry. He didn’t even look like he was joking. He was being serious with everything that he said.

“What are they?”

“I will only tell you if you promise not to tell any of the boys anything about this conversation. Especially not Louis. He would flip shit and possibly kill me.”

“I promise, now start talking.”

“Okay, well,” he started and then gave me the list of reasons.

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