Calum

Tears ran down my face as I held the positive pregnancy test in my shaking hands. I choked slightly, not knowing how I got into this situation. Well, I did, but...I stopped and took a deep breath. I opened the bathroom door and gulped as I saw Calum sitting on the sofa. I sat down next to him, wincing as he put his hand on my thigh.

"What do you feel like eating tonight-woah, what's up?" he asked, his eyes full of concern. I looked down at my lap.

"Please get your hand off of my leg." I choked.

"Why?" he scoffed.

"Because you're not going to want to touch me after I tell you." I cried.

"Babe, you're starting to scare me." He gulped. I looked at him.

"I'm pregnant." I choked. He smiled.

"That's amazing, baby! Why were you afraid to tell me?" he asked.

"Because it's not yours." I admitted. His smile faded.

"What?" he muttered.

"The baby isn't yours, Cal." I cried. He immediately moved his hand from my leg and stood up. I choked as I followed suit.

"So, you cheated." He spoke. I nodded slightly.

"When? With who? More importantly, why?!" he yelled.

"I just...you were on tour, so I went out to the club with the girls. A guy bought us a few drinks. One thing led to another, and..." I choked. He nodded and rubbed over his stubble as he paced the floor.

"I'm not sure how I got pregnant, we used protection-."

"You shouldn't have had to use protection! You shouldn't have been with him, drunk or not! We love each other, Y/N, or we're meant to! Fucking dammit, Y/N, we were meant to start a family together, not you and some one-night stand!" he shouted.

"I know! I'm so sorry, I know nothing can change what I did-."

"Then please don't try to." He cut me off.

"Look, Calum, I'll get an abortion, I'll put the baby up for adoption, I'll do anything-."

"Did you not here what I just said?! I don't want you to get rid of the baby, I just...I don't want you." He mumbled.

"What?" I choked.

"I'm not the type of guy to stick around after an affair, no matter how much I love you. I'm sorry, but...we're done." He decided.

"Calum, please." I cried. He shook his head before grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment.

Luke

I lay on Luke on the sofa as we watched TV. I smiled at the feeling of his hand running through my hair, him leaving a kiss on my head every few seconds. Suddenly, my phone started to ring. I jumped up and grabbed it.

"Woah, you okay?" Luke chuckled.

"Yeah, it's, um, it's my boss, and I may be getting a promotion, so..." I lied, chuckling.

"Okay." He nodded. I returned it before walking into the kitchen. I closed the door before pressing "accept call" and holding the phone to my ear.

"I told you not to call me tonight." I spat.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I have to see you." Tyler spoke.

"I can't, I'm with my boyfriend." I said.

"What, the singer of that band?" he scoffed.

"Yeah, the one who could beat the shit out of you if he ever found out about us." I hissed.

"Whatever. Are we going to hook up tonight, or not?" he scoffed again.

"Not. Like I said, I'm with my boyfriend." I sighed.

"Right. Call me when he doesn't fuck you." He mumbled. I sighed again before hanging up. I turned around and gasped as Luke stood there.

"Didn't know you were so close to your boss." He spoke, cocking his head to the side. I gulped as I looked at him.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"How long have you been standing there-."

"Long enough to know that my suspicions about you cheating are true." He choked. I returned it.

"Why? Why would you betray me like this?" he asked, his eyes glazing over.

"I don't know, I...he's an ex-boyfriend who's comforted me when I was missing you. You were away on tour, and I was upset, and it was a stupid mistake-."

"A stupid mistake that you've made several times and a stupid mistake you were going to make again tonight if I hadn't been here." He spat.

"How...how did you know?" I asked quietly. He scoffed and looked up slightly.

"It wasn't hard, Y/N. You're always, supposedly, staying late at work, you always leave the room when you get a text or call, and we hadn't had sex in weeks. Now, I know why." He choked.

"I'm sorry, Luke-."

"You know what? I don't care. I'm done." He scoffed, storming out into the living room. I followed him out.

"Luke, I'm sorry-."

"So am I, Y/N. So am I." he choked before shutting the door.

Michael

I pulled the guy into the apartment and smashed our lips together. I giggled into it as he pulled his jacket off and started to unbutton his shirt. I smirked as he gripped my hips and attached his lips to my neck, making me close my eyes at the feeling.

"I guess you forgot that I came home today, then." My eyes widened and I pushed the guy away as Michael stood in the hallway, fists clenched. I gulped.

"You didn't tell me that you had a boyfriend." The guy spoke.

"Michael, I-."

"Mate, I know you didn't know that I existed, but get the fuck out before I give you a broken nose." Michael spoke. The guy nodded before grabbing his jacket and rushing out of the apartment. Michael and I just stood there for a minute, unsure of what to say.

"I thought that you got back tomorrow." I gulped. He shrugged.

"I'm not surprised that that's all you forgot, you seemed to lose your memory enough to think that you were single when you brought him home." He spat. I bit my lip.

"Michael, I'm sorry-."

"No, you're not." He shook his head.

"What?" I choked.

"Well, I can tell that you're not drunk, so you knew what you were doing." He snapped. I looked down, fiddling with my fingers.

"I guess that it's a good thing I didn't unpack because by the looks of it, I don't need to." He scoffed. I looked back at him.

"Michael, please-."

"No, Y/N. I've stuck by you through every mistake you've made, through every jealous, psycho ex who wanted to beat the shit out of me for being with you, but...this is where I leave." He choked. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stared at him.

"I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. As soon as tomorrow morning comes, I'm gone." He promised before walking off and leaving me stood there, tears rolling down my face.

Ashton

I sat on the sofa, fiddling with my hands as tears ran down my face. Ashton sat next to me, just staring ahead.

"So...you don't think that Jacob is mine..." Ashton mumbled. I shook my head, more tears leaving my eyes.

"The times add up, Ash. They add up too well." I choked.

"Tell me again what happened." He muttered. I looked at him.

"I don't think that's-."

"Tell me again." He cut me off. I gulped and nodded.

"You were away on tour. He was in town, so we agreed to meet up. I invited him back here and we had too much to drink. We, um...started to do stuff, but I honestly thought that he was wearing a condom." I explained. He nodded and held his head in his hands.

"And this is nine months before Jacob was born." He nodded. I returned it.

"But...we had sex when I got back, he could be mine." Ashton spoke, his voice dripping with desperation. I shook my head.

"When we had sex, I already knew that I was pregnant." I choked. He scoffed and shook his head.

"You let me believe that he was my son for the past two years, at least. I went to every ultrasound with you, I held your hand whilst you were in labour with the boy that you let me believe was my son. But no, he's not even mine." He choked. I looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Ash, I really am-."

"No, Y/N. Not only did you cheat, you let me think that I was Jacob's dad. You know how much I love that little guy." He choked again. I nodded.

"I know. I know." I gulped. He stood up and grabbed his jacket.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I followed suit.

"Out. I need time to think." He mumbled, pulling on his jacket.

"Okay. Have all the time that you need-."

"You don't get a choice." He muttered before shutting the door.