I hate you, Luke.

WARNING!!! R-rated! Includes sexual content and swearing!

"Hey hot stuff, I'm Luke." He smirked and he lay his hand on my inner thighs.

"Hey, now I'd appreciate it if you got your hand off of me?" I said.

"Oh, you know you like it." He raised his eyebrow and winked at me, starting to move his hand up and on my waist line. I slapped his hand off and he laughed.

"Feisty one, I like that." He winked again.

"Whatever, Luke." I lowed, although he was insanely hot, I wasn't a fan of his and I already saw myself disliking him. A lot.

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20. 20. 3 weeks later.

*3 weeks later*

I was back home and with my parents... When they're even home.

I was also starting to get really worried and paranoid about me and Luke's 'kitchen incident', I decided to text him and let him know I was going round his to talk:

'Hey Luke, I'm coming over for a while if it's okay... We really need to talk. Xxx' I text.

He replies straight away.

'Sure baby, and what is it you need to talk about? Xxxx'

'I'm just worried about something, I'll tell you in a minute, love youuu! Xxxx' I text and then I walk over to Luke's house, which was only next door.

I open the door and walk into the living room, where all the guys are playing Fifa. I walk up to Luke and grab his hand,

"Luke, can we talk? Like, privately? It's important." I say, worried.

We go upstairs hand in hand, and we sit down on his bed.

"Luke, I'm really worried. I'm scared." I say, my eyes dwelling up with tears.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He says.

"I'm just scared. We didn't use protection and-" I say, stumbling over my words.

"Wait, what?" He says, confused.

"We didn't use protection." I whisper.

"Shit! What, when? In the kitchen, that time?" He asks.

"Yeah." Was all I could say, I didn't want him to leave me.

"But I pulled out, didn't I?" He stutters.

"No, you didn't." I say, a tear slipping down my cheek.

"You can't be. Can you?"

"I don't know, I'm just scared. What if I am?" I start sobbing and Luke pulls me in for a hug, his strong arms around me while he kisses me on the forehead.

"Well, if you are... We'll go through it together. We'll sort everything out, it's okay." He says quietly.

"Can we go and get a test, please Luke? I need to find out." I ask.

"We can go now, I'll tell the guys we're going shopping." He says, then he plants a kiss on my nose.

We walk down the stairs and the guys have noticed I've been crying, I say it's fine and me and Luke go to the pharmacy to get a test. The car ride was silent until Luke says "you know, I'm here to support you right? We'll get through this." And he places his hand on mine and I look through the window.

We get to the pharmacy and we get the test, the lady at he till gives us really strange looks, I was getting pissed off already.

"You know, who said it was for us? Stop looking at me like that." I snapped and the lady just gave us the test and we went back to Luke's.

As soon as I got in the door, I went to the bathroom and Luke waited outside. I pee on the pregnancy test, it was one of the 'clear blue' tests so it told me whether I was pregnant or not and how many weeks I was in. I looked at the test and it was blank for a few moments until a reading showed up. I looked down to see and it said that it was positive.

"Luke! Come in here now, I-I" I shout to him, I couldn't finish the rest of the sentence, that I was pregnant. Luke rushed in and I handed the test to him, and his face lighted up in shock and then he smiled slightly.

"What?" I say.

"We're having a baby!" Luke shouts but not loud enough for the guys to hear.

"What are we going to do? We have school, Luke. I'm 15 and you're 17! Im under the age limit!" I cry.

"Well, we can wait until you're 16, which is only a three days away. You won't be then." He said.

"But I'm pregnant, my parents will hate me. They'll never want to see me again, they'll kick me out. I'll be picked on in school!" I continue to sob in his shirt.

"No you won't, I won't let that happen. You'll live with me, and we'll get through it." He says, calmly.

"What will people say?" I whisper.

"It's doesn't matter what they think or say, we should tell people later on though, okay?" He says, rubbing circle in my back.

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