"Open up! Open the fucking door!" I pounded on the door of the house where Louis Tomlinson supposedly lived. But when the door finally opened, it wasn't Louis. It was Harry Styles, Louis's bandmate.
"Hey, can I help you?" He asked.
"No, you can't. But Louis can." I explained.
"Not really important. It's between Louis and me."
"Okay... just trying to be friendly," Harry said.
"I know. Sorry I snapped."
"What's your name?"
"Autumn," I said.
"That's what Louis said."
"Well, it is."
"Thanks." I grinned, "Now can I see Louis?"
"Sure, Autumn," Harry smirked, and let me in.
Sitting in the living room was all of One Direction, including Louis.
"Hey! Autumn!" Louis stood up, grinning.
"A word in private, Louis?" I asked. He nodded, not knowing what to expect, obviously.
"Look, I get the feeling that I was your first one night stand, right? Well, you usually never see each other again," Louis said.
"I know that! I wouldn't be here, but I really don't know where else to go,"
I took a breath, "Because I'm pregnant. With your baby," His face crumbled.
"Liar," he hissed.
"No, it's true," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
"No it isn't. You aren't pregnant, and if you are, you're just a slut, because I'm not that child's father! Now get out!" He yelled. I wailed, and ran out. I was truly alone.