Only Nine Months

Only nine months. Only nine months being around the biggest asshole on the planet. Only nine months of cankles, sausage fingers, backaches, and nausea. Only nine months until I'm a mother. Only nine months until Louis never meets his child. Only nine months until I never have to talk to Louis Tomlinson again.


2. Chapter 1

~~*4 weeks later*
Autumn's POV-
"What should I do?" I asked Jess, my older sister. We both stared at the positive pregnancy test. My positive pregnancy test.
"Do you know who the father is?" she replied.
"No," I lied. I did. It was Louis Tomlinson. One Direction's Louis Tomlinson. I was too drunk to know who he was that night, but when I woke up naked draped over him, I knew something was wrong. I knew who he was. What had just happened, I asked myself. I just couldn't tell Jess that I was pregnant with Louis's baby. How the hell do break it to my sister that Louis fucking Tomlinson in your baby's father? Also, how the fuck do I break this to my parents? They're going to kill me. I'll be homeless. I'm sixteen years old, for God's sake! The woman at the store looked at me like I was a slut when I picked up the test. I've only had sex once! With Louis fucking Tomlinson!
"Well, you still have to tell mum and pa. They will find out. Autumn, you can't hide fucking pregnancy!" Jess sighed. Jess was 20, and she had tried hiding pregnancy. She had a miscarriage before our parents found out. She had been 19 when it happened.
"They'll kill me!" I wailed.
"Oh, Autumn! Always so dramatic! They won't kill you! It's only a baby, for God's sake!"
"ONLY a baby? Are you serious? I have a living human being inside of me! I'm going to be a mother!"
"Hey girls, would you like a- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" my mother walked in without knocking, and spotted the pregnancy test. She walked over and snatched it, reading the word 'pregnant'.
"Is this yours?" she yelled at me.
"Is this fucking yours?" she interrupted me. I nodded slowly, and the tossed it on the ground.
"Get out of my house, you slut," she said quietly, "Get out now and don't come back."
"Mom, wait!" I tried again.
I grabbed a bag, and tossed in some clothes. Jess tried to stop me, but I just shoved her away. I then shoved my savings into the duffle bag, and ran out in tears. I'm officially homeless. Where do I go? The answer was obvious. I needed to find Louis Tomlinson.

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