5SOS Imagines

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3. You Tell Him You're Pregnant (4/4)

This one is for you, Lilli_5sos_1D. Thank's for your request, darling! :) 

"maybe you could do one where your pregnant and your boyfriend finds out"

I didn't know which boy you wanted, or if you wanted all four, so I went with the safe bet and did a short one for each boy. 

You Tell Him You're Pregnant

Calum: Your hand clasped over your mouth as you viewed the stick. Two lines. Positive. Pregnant. It couldn't be. You'd been so careful! How had this happened? Then you remembered. Of course. Of course the one night you guys had skipped the protection, this happened. You sighed, hiding the stick in the cabinet. 

You pulled out your cell and sent a text to Calum. You knew this was something you should tell him in person, and as soon as possible. You didn't know how to phrase anything, so you just asked him to come over as soon as possible. 

He texted you back a few minutes later. Are you okay? What's going on? You could tell he was worried. This wasn't something you'd ever done before, asking him to come over without an explanation. 

You responded instantly. Yeah, I just want to talk to you. When can you come over?

Calum: I'm at rehearsals right now, but I can leave now?

You: No, no, it's fine. Just come over when you're done, yeah?

Calum: Of course. I love you.

You threw your phone on your bed and began pacing. How were you going to tell him? How would he take it? Would he want you to keep it? Did you want to keep it? You stopped. Of course you would keep it. You may not have meant for this to happen, but it had, and you would take care of the child.

A couple hours later, you heard the doorbell. Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the door, opening it. You kept your gaze fixed on the ground, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. 

"Babe?" he slowly closed the door, facing you, concern lacing his voice. 

"We should probably sit down." You lead him to the living room, sitting on the couch. 

"(Y/N), what's going on? Are you breaking up with me?" Panic suddenly flooded into his features as he turned towards you, his hands reaching out to you.

"What?" You recoiled at the idea. "Of course not! No!"

"Then what's wrong?" His brown eyes watching you, his hands wresting on top of yours. 

You looked down at them, trying to find the strength to tell him. Taking a deep breath, you went for it. "I-I'm pregnant." You looked up at him to see his reaction.

The gears were turning as he was trying to work it out. "But how...?" After a few more minutes, his eyes connected with yours as he understood. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. Calum leaned forward, his lips gently connecting with yours as his hands cupped your cheek. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. "I love you," he breathed out.



Michael: You bit your lip, trying to decide the best way to break the news to Michael. You were excited, but you weren't entirely sure he would be. Things were going to change, with your lives, with your relationship. Things would never be the same. How would he take it. 

You walked over to the fridge, pulling out the turkey, lettuce, black olives, pickles, and mustard, making yourself a sandwich. You then grabbed a bag of chips and sat down at the island, eating slowly, thinking. 

Your chewing slowed as your internal argument with yourself began. 

Should you even tell him? 

Of course you should. You had to. He had a right to know; it was his kid after all...

Would he be mad? Disappointed?

There was a good possibility. He liked things the way they were. But things were never gonna be the same now. That's it. He would be mad. Furious. He would not be happy with you, with this. 

But then again...

He loved kids, loved babies. Maybe he'd like having one of is own.

Your lips drew into a smile at the image of punk Mikey playing with his son or daughter. 

Just then, you heard the door open and a pair of keys fall onto the table in the hallway. "Babe, I'm home," Michael called out. 

"I'm in the kitchen," you replied. He walked in seconds later, sitting next to you at the bar. "Hey, love," he said, placing a kiss on your cheek before grabbing the bag of chips, popping a few into his mouth. 

You hopped up on the counter, your feet dangling, you hands wrapping around the edge, facing him. "Michael?" You bit your lip, looking down. 

"Yeah?" His eyes met yours, eyebrows raising slightly, waiting for your response. 

"I, uh... I think we should talk." You kept your gaze fixed firmly on the floor. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stiffen. "(Y/N), what's this about?" 

"I... I'm... Something happened." You again bit your lip, swinging your feet ever so slightly to distract you as you tried to keep from fidgeting. 

He quickly stood, facing you, his hands on either side of you. "What's wrong? What happened?"You could hear the panic in his voice as he searched your eyes for any clue as to what was wrong with you. He crouched down so that he was in your line of sight before his finger gently lifted your chin, your eyes reluctantly meeting his. 

"Michael..." You blew out a pent up breath. "I'm pregnant."

"You're... You're..." As the realization clicked in his eyes, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was passionate, filled with joy and pride. 

As he pulled away, one of his hands moved to your stomach, his eyes following. You laughed slightly at the wonder in his eyes, but were again silenced as his lips met yours. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you forward and off the island, your legs wrapping around his middle.

Before you knew it, you were both topless and kissing on your shared bed. You pulled away laughing. "Mikey, I'm already pregnant!"

"I know," he smirked, his lips finding yours again.



Ashton: You groaned as you rolled over, clutching your stomach. You hadn't been pregnant long, but the morning sickness had already kicked in, and it was getting harder and harder to hide it from Ashton. Why did they call it morning sickness when it hit at any moment?

You groaned again, curling into a ball, one hand covering your eyes, trying to block out the nausea. 

Ashton rolled over, placing a hand on your upper arm. "(Y/N)? Are you alright?" 

"Mhm," you said, nodding. 

'What's wrong?"

"Just don't feel well. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." You noticed that your bedside clock read 2:27 AM. You hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in a week, your stomach always waking you up. 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You heard him shifting, propping himself up on one elbow, the other hand gently rubbing your arm. 

You just shook your head, quickly sitting up and rushing to the bathroom, where you promptly emptied the contents of your stomach. Again. 

You boyfriend was by your side in moments, holding your hair back and rubbing your spine. The shivers only upset your stomach further so you pulled away from him, retching again.

When the feeling finally passed, you slumped back against the wall, weak. "Sorry..."

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. It's fine." Ash moved to sit next to you, taking your hand in his. 

You let your head rest against his shoulder for a few minutes before you stood, brushed your teeth, and held out your hand to him. He accepted it and stood, his hand clinging to yours as you lead him back to the bed.

You then collapsed onto the bed, releasing Ashton's hand. "Babe?" Concern laced his voice as he knelt beside you. 

"I'm just tired is all," you mumbled, fighting the exhaustion. 

He nodded, not quite believing you, but he crawled into bed behind you anyways, his arm draping across your waist. You gently took his hand and moved his arm. "Sorry, Ash... I just..."

"Don't worry. I understand." A few minutes later, you felt the welcoming embrace of sleep pull you under.

You awoke in the morning to a soft kiss being planted in your hair. Your eyes fluttered open, landing on a fully dressed Ashton in front of you.. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered, "I just wanted to let you know that I have to go to work today. I'll be back as soon as I can from writing, and if you need anything, call me, alright?"

You nodded, your eyes drifting closed again. He kissed your forehead, his hand smoothing your hair one last time before he left. 

When Ashton got home, he was greeted with the sound of you throwing up in the bathroom. He was by your side instantly, his hand rubbing your back, holding your hair again. 

"(Y/N), what is going on? Please, tell me," he pleaded once you had sat back.

"Morning sickness."

"Morning sickness? As in...?" His head moved into your view, trying to pull the truth from your gaze. 

"Yeah..." You looked down, avoiding his gaze. 

His hand moved to cup the side of your face, turning it so you could see is insanely happy grin. You smiled slightly too, happy that he wasn't mad. He gave you a gently peck on your cheek before helping you up. After you had brushed your teeth, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the couch, settling himself on the cushions with you on his lap. Your head moved to rest on his shoulder as he rested his hand on your stomach, just watching it, smiling. 

"I love you," you whispered. 

He kissed your lips, slowly and softly. "I love you too."



LukeYou paced the living room floor, trying to figure out how to tell your boyfriend. This was the end of your relationship. He was going to leave you, just like that, all because of one little thing. All because you were pregnant. 

As you continued to walk the floor, you knew what you had to do. You had to break up with him before he knew. This would destroy his career. He couldn't take care of a kid. And you couldn't burden him with that. You had to leave him. You knew he'd be broken, sad, maybe even angry that you left him. He wouldn't understand. But you had to do it. You had to end this before he knew, before he found out. 

You slumped down to the couch, your eyes tearing up. You didn't want to do this. How could you leave him? You pictured his broken face, which only made the tears come more. Suddenly, there was a hand on your shoulder as Luke pulled you against his chest, his hand on the side of your face, holding you to him. "Shhh..." he cooed, "I'm here, it's going to be okay."

You tried to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths, silently cursing the pregnancy hormones. You pulled away, wiping at the tears that just kept flowing. Luke's hands moved to cup your cheeks, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that continued to roll down your cheeks. 

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

Your hands moved to his wrists, pulling his palms away from you, placing them in his lap. "Luke..."

You saw him stiffen as he recognized the tone in your voice. He knew exactly what you were about to do, and you couldn't watch his heart break, so you lowered your gaze, just watching his hands that began to shake. "No... No, no, no. Why? What did I do wrong? I thought things were going well." His voice began rising as the reality continued to sink in. 

"Luke, I love you so much-"

"Then why are you doing this?" he interrupted you. 

"Luke, please." He was making this so much harder for you. You already didn't want to leave him and the pain in his voice was breaking your heart, the same way you were breaking his.

"No!" His voice was rising in protest, cracking as he held back tears. "I deserve an explanation." 

And he did. So you gave it to him. "I'm pregnant."

As soon as the words left your mouth, he froze. His eyes moved from yours to your stomach, then back to yours, not quite believing you. "I... I did that?" His eyes shifted back to your belly, disbelief coloring his tone.

You nodded solemnly. "I'm so sorry, Luke..." Your voice cracked as the tears began to flow again. "I'm so, so sor-"

He silenced you with a kiss, his lips moving against yours, his lip ring cold despite his warm lips. He then pulled away, his hands on the side of your face. "Don't you dare apologize for this. I had as much of a part in this as you did," he chuckled slightly. 

You smiled slightly, looking down. "Luke, this, us. It...it can't happen. You having a kid will ruin your career." 

"Hey hey hey," he whispered, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his, "I don't care about any of that. I care about you. And our...our kid." He stumbled over the words, a smile gracing his face as he bit his lip.

"No, Luke... I won't do this to you."

"Leaving me would destroy my career. I wouldn't be able to focus on anything except you." His hands gripped yours, willing you to understand. "This is my life. If the fans don't support you, us, then fine. But I know they will. I love you. Please. Please just stay?" 

His lip quivered ever so slightly at the prospect of you leaving him. In response, you pressed your lips to his. "I'll stay. If you wan't me to stay, I'll stay." 

"Good," he mumbled against your mouth, smiling. His hand held the base of your neck, pulling you closer, the other hand pulling you onto his lap. Your legs straddled him, your hands entangling themselves in his hair. 

"I love you," he whispered, pulling back.

"I love you too, Luke."

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