"It's...it's pos-itive." I say between sobs.
Louis looks at me.
"Listen, I know how hard this must be for you."
I cry harder.
"I want to help you. I am still in love with you."
I sense our heads getting closer together.
His lips brushed against mine. It felt like we were the last people alive.
"I want to help you raise the baby. I love you."
"Louis. I love you to. But you are still with Eleanor. You can't be with me when you are with her. She is better than me and soooo not pregnant."
"I broke up with her last night after Harry texted me he is gone to London to find you. He likes you too."
"Louis, why do you like me? I am pregnant and I don't know who the father is. I spent a night with all 5 of you and one of you is the father to my child."
"You spent a…with…I don't care." He reassured me but I could see in his eyes he was jealous. Very jealous.
"Of course I am mad! You spent a night with my 4 best mates and didn't tell me! You then moved away and never said a word. Not even goodbye! I thought I loved you but i don't know if I can. Maybe I am not the best guy in the world but at least I don't sleep with 5 people and leave them!" He fired at me.
"Louis. I want a father figure if I am going to have this child. I want someone to love me and forgive my mistakes. I am not perfect, not in my eyes, not in anyone's eyes. I am impatient and insecure and at times hard to handle but if you can't handle me at my worst...then...you don't deserve me at my best. If you feel that way about me then just leave me alone!" I couldn't help but bite back.
I stormed out of the room and ran into Zayn's room. The one place I felt safe. I heard his voice. He came in.
"Hayley. What's going on? You seem one second to be with Harry then Louis and now you have run out the bathroom leaving Louis and run into my room. Well if you are planning to take on me, forget it. I love you but if you want to leave me then-"
"Zayn, I am pregnant."
That shut him up...