"Natalie. Can you please tell me what's the result?" Megan shouted from the other side of the bathroom door.
My lips were shivering.
"Can you please tell me what's going on?" I could sense the irritation in her tone.
"Meg! Just calm down, alright? It's processing. Count till 5."
"1", Megan started.
My breath was deep, trying my best to keep my shit together.
My hands started to shake.
Suddenly I knew what was going to happen. It was really too obvious.
I saw it. The scarlet red line.God dammit!
Please Louis, forgive me.
"Open the fucking door and talk to me!!"
After gaining my composure, I opened the door. Not to talk. I simply thrusted the "preggy-stick" into her hands and sat on my bed, thinking about Louis. What the hell was I gonna tell him?
"Holy shit!" Megan widened her eyes. "Louis is gonna stab me dead!" Fear in her eyes.
I rushed to her, shaking her shoulders."Hey, it's not your fault. Okay? And Louis won't do anything to you. But I bet he's gonna be really pissed at me."
Megan nodded her head, and sat down on the floor, crying. That is when the reality of the situation struck me like thunder. And I started to cry. Loud and ugly. "What am I gonna tell him? How should I even begin to explain him, Meg?"
She wiped her eyes and said, "Trust me just this once." She breathed deeply. "I think you should call him."
I felt as if I had been slapped by Nicki Minaj"s boobs. "Wow. Call him? Seriously, have you lost your mind?" "He's your boyfriend. He deserves to know."
Megan spoke the truth.
After Megan left, I called Louis.
Jesus, help me.
"Hey love!" His cheery, angelic voice was making me nervous enough.
"Hey handsome. Hows the tour going? You're in Australia right?"
"Yes, we are. And Natalie, you won't believe me. The crowd here is so amazing-"
I hate myself for doing what I did next.
"Lou, I want you to come back."
There was dead silence, except for the sound of hairspray in Lou's background.
"Natalie, what are you suggesting?" I could picture him with a curious look on his face, and frowned brows.
"I need you to come back here. I know it's a lot to ask, but I-"
Cutting me half-way, he asked, "Babe, I'm in the middle of my tour, and everything is going so great. And, I'm coming home after about a month. Can't you wait till then?"
Yeah, a month later when my tummy is like a football.
I refused. "I want to wait, but it's really important. I'm sorry, honey, but this problem can't wait."
Problem? Seriously, Nat?
"What problem? Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay.… And I seriously can't do this over the phone."
"Well, I need to know. What's the matter? Tell me."
I knew that it was time.
"Lou, I'm pregnant." I closed my eyes, as if trying to imagine him in the room, slapping me even though he was in Australia right now.
"What? But Nat, we haven't-"
"I know. We haven't had sex for 8 months 'coz you've been on tour all this time. So yeah, it's not possible." Stopping my tears, I added, "You see, here's the catch. It's not.. it's not your's."
"I'm coming home."
At that moment, it was all I wanted, yet it was what I feared the most.