Louis gets home around one A.M. and I am pissed. "What the hell, Lou? It's one in the morning!" I say as he walks into the bedroom. "I had plans for us." I add.
"Belle, calm down. After we played some football, the mates and I went to get a couple drinks." he says, taking off his shirt.
"No, I am beyond pissed at you right now, Louis." I say.
"Babe, stop. What's wrong with you? Are you on your period?" he says, getting into bed.
"Fuck you." I say, standing up and grabbing my pillows.
"Where are you going?" he says.
"To sleep on the couch." I say, stomping downstairs and laying on the couch.
How does he expect me to tell him he's having a baby, if he doesn't spend any time with me anymore? Since this fame thing started we have not spent one whole day together and it's really starting to piss me off. He's my boyfriend! Like honestly? Are the guys more important then me? his child? I drift to sleep after about an hour

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The next morning I wake abruptly, and run to the bathroom. I start getting sick, Louis comes in and holds my hair back.
"Babe, what's been up with you? You freaked on me last night and now you're getting sick. Are you okay?

Notes

Sorry it's short! New chapters next week!