Trapped With the One and Only... Louis Tomlinson.

When we first met, we were at a party. I guess that's just what we are... The party couple. But tonight, everything went wrong. I asked my boyfriend to pick me up, not knowing he was drunk, and now were trapped in a ditch. We don't have our phones, we have no food... And just to make it even worse... I'm three months pregnant.


4. Lying

I could feel the blood rushing to my head... It got worse every minute that passed by. The baby adjusted itself in my stomach every once in a while and I remained silent, trying to pull myself free. It was getting colder and darker by the time I pulled my torso and arms out. My legs were still stuck and Louis had told me I was better off dead at this point. I knew I had less than an hour left before my head explodes. I was able to pull my right leg out, but my left leg was still stuck between the bottom of the dashboard and my chair. At this point, I was able to lay down on the ceiling of the car, but my ankle was still caught, so I laid there with my left leg up. 
Louis got tired of watching me struggle and climbed into the back of the car, only the release the seat, letting my leg go. "And why the fuck didn't you do that earlier?" He rolled his eyes at me, "Because I just now got tired of watching you squirm around and fuss about being stuck." He smiled at the end, like he had actually accomplished something. "What?!" My voice made him jump. I didn't know I has said it until he was clutching his chest. "You mean to tell me, that you fucking knew you could have saved me, but you'd rather sit there and watch your PREGNANT girlfriend suffer?! Really?!" I kicked the windshield out and crawled out of the car, the glass crunching under me and cutting my hands and knees. Louis followed me out of the car and grabbed my arm. "I didn't mean it li-" I pulled away from him roughly and stepped back. "Don't you ever touch me again," I growled, staring into his blue eyes. He stepped towards me with his hands up, "I was trying to say I didn't really mean it." My hands shook and I looked down at my swollen tummy. The baby inside wasn't even his... Why should I keep pretending? "Louis... I have to tell you something." He stepped towards me and held my hands in his. I couldn't make eye contact with him... "The baby," his face lit up when I said baby. "It's-" Should I? "It's a girl." He smiled and kissed me, his hand traveling around my waist and pulling me deeper into his embrace. He pulled away and let his lips brush against my ear. "It's okay babe. I know what you really wanted to say."

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