The phone rang for the third time in the crack of dawn. Except for that, the only other thing that was on a third run were my blood-vomits. I had almost fainted the first time after seeing so much blood, but then again what did I expect? Being pregnant can unknowingly invite such disasters.
Keeping a napkin to my mouth, I took the phone. It was Sarah, my assistant.
"Sarah, it's 4 in the morning. What the hell is wrong?"
The excitement in her voice could easily fill a bottle of Ecstasy. "Oh my God Natalie! Guess what James just told me?"
James is my Manager.
I rubbed my eyes. "Damn it Sarah, spill the beans already!"
"What is up with you? God, chill. " She coughed. "He said, and I quote "Nat has made it into the AMAs nominations for Single Of The Year!!" Now tell me, you still sleepy?"
Ok. She's drunk. Or else James is.
"What?" I screamed.
"Believe it darling. You fucking made it!" I could hear her tapping the keys of her laptop. "Now, I need you to tell me if you like the dress I chose for you for the AMAs. I'm e-mailing it over to you first thing in the morning. Love ya. Bye." She hung up.
I rubbed my face with my hand.
WOW! AMAs? Seriously? Starting the day in such a way could actually end me up in a hospital.
You see, my single 'Bitch Please' is more like a demo stuff. I just made it out nothing. At all. Louis aways told me it was an awesome and honest piece of melody but it seriously wasn't an AMA-nominations material. I just hope there is One Direction too. At least I won't be alone, right?
Just then, gate phone started to ring. "Sorry to disturb you at such an odd hour ma'am, but Mr. Tomlinson has come to see you,. He says it's urgent."
Damn right, it's urgent.
"It's alright Billy. Let him in."
Louis made a new record by reaching the door in about 10 seconds. He wore his blue jeans, an Adidas hoodie and a grey beanie. Beanie's were never a good sign. But somehow, just looking at him mad me so much more happier than I already was. He dropped his luggage at the door. I smiled.
"Hey.." I ran to him and gave him a tight hug, but his hands never came around me. I looked at him. His expression had been sour the whole time. He hadn't smiled once, let alone a word.
"I've got good news." I said, trying to loosen him up. I soooo.. wanted to tell him about the AMAs thingie.
But his face was flat. "Take off your shirt."
I didn't understand. "What?"
"Show me." His eyes containing nothing but pure pain.
I had almost forgotten about the baby.
I held him around his waist. "Lou, it can wait alright? You've just come and-" He brushed off my hands.
"NATALIE, TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!" He almost screamed.
I didn't know what to do. He had never spoken to me like that before. Ever. And I didn't think he ever would. But I did what he said, if that could get him to relax a bit. I went in front of the mirror, and slowly lifted my T-shirt. Louis positioned himself behind me.
Plain as a day, it was there. Anyone could tell that. I looked into the mirror, my little baby bump. My skin was pale, my body running through a lack of vitamins. Seeing all that, the only thing I did was hope that it was just an illusion. I think Louis hoped it too, because standing behind me, he put his hands on my stomach, as if trying to feel the life developing behind it. The warmth of his hands was comforting. Numerous times I had imagined this scene in my head. Louis, me and a baby. Our baby.
Only this time, it was his. Never had I imagined it to be this painful.
When I saw the scene on the mirror, it was almost unmissable.
I couldn't believe it.
I ran my hands over her belly, trying to tell if it was merely a misconception or something of that sort. But anyone could tell what it was. The muscles around her stomach were tight, willing to accommodate the initials of the life it held. It was like the time when my mom had let me hold her belly when Lottie was in it. Young and fragile.
I smiled. It was like a dream come true. I had imagined this scene so many times in my dreams. A happy little family, with me, Natalie and our baby. So happy, so content.
As soon as the the realization dawned upon me, I withdrew my hands and turned away.
It wasn't my baby. Sighing deeply, I rubbed my face.
"Louis, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was gonna happen. I'm so sorry Lou-" Nat kept saying, close to tears.
I needed to concentrate. I sat on the couch and asked,"How long has it been?"
"A little over two months." She didn't look at me.
I was stunned. "WHAT? Two months? And you couldn't tell me?" I couldn't contain my anger.
Natalie narrowed her eyes, as if in disappointment. "I didn't know, okay? As soon as the baby bump came in and I missed my periods twice, I sensed something. And I didn't tell you for sometime 'coz I didn't want you to miss out your tour." She started to weep. "God Lou, I told you I'm sorry. I really am-"
"Sorry is just not good enough." I said, careful not to look into her eyes.
Natalie kept weeping, making it difficult for me to digest all that had just happened. I needed to get some space. I stood up, picked up my bags and was about to leave when Nat stopped me. "Where are you going?" She asked, wiping her tears.
"I'll just stay in a hotel."
I knew she would feel offended by that."But you always stay at my place."
"This time, things are different." With that, I left.