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.


1. Wrong

I sat on the edge of my bath tub with the small white pregnancy test in my hands. "Ella," Louis voice rang through the house. I panicked and jumped up to lock my bedroom door, throwing the stick on my bed. But before I could lock it, the door flew open. "Why did Harry just text me, telling me I'm a father, Ella?" I backed away from him, the tears forming behind my eyes. "I- I don't know," I whispered. "Then he lied, huh?" Louis can get a temper sometimes, I began to notice. "Louis, babe," I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes, "Baby, stop freaking out. It's all going to be okay." His green eyes drifted away from mine, looking at my bed. I followed his gaze and saw what he was looking at. 

"So what's that," he asked, irritated. "You said it was all going to be okay," his voice was getting louder and louder. "Ella, why didn't you tell me sooner?" I dropped my hands from his face and stepped back, towards the door. "Ella, that was a question," I felt a tear slip down my face. "Are you in there?" He stepped towards me and I stepped back again, my hand feeling for the doorknob behind me. "I-" He cut me off. "Are you in there," his voice raised even higher, "Or do I have to yell," higher... "For you to fucking understand me?!" He slammed me into the door, his body towering above mine. "Ella, answer me," I sniffled, tears streaming down my face in a steady flow. "I... I was afraid you would leave me," I mumbled. He let go of me and stepped back. "Why would I leave you?" I wiped my face, "Because, Lou, nobody in there right mind wants to be stuck with a pregnant sixteen year old!" The last part came out as a scream and I collapsed onto my knees. 

"Ella, you don't know how wrong you are," he whispered, lifting me onto my feet so we were face to face. "I only want to be stuck with you," he planted a light kiss on my forehead. "No matter what."

I guess things have changed since then cause DAMN. He does not know how wrong he was. 

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