~Chris' POV~

I sat on my bed, strumming my guitar. I wondered how Jonny was doing. I hated leaving him like that, but my step-father didn't give me a choice. I remember that horrible morning after our sexy night in the amphitheater.

I was woken up early that morning by Dave, my roommate, who told me that I was requested in the admissions office. Concerned and confused, I made my way to the office across campus, even though it was only four in the morning, and I was exhausted from my late-night shenanigans with Jonny.

When I got there, I knew immediately that I was in trouble. There, stood my step-father next to my personal financial advisor. "Chris," she started, but I waved her off.

"My education isn't being paid for anymore, is it?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. My step-father had promised me that he would pay for my college, as long as I met certain requirements. No sex, no parties, and no music. He wanted me to become a military man, and he'd done his best to make sure of that. However, I think he suspected me of being gay (which I wasn't, really), and he certainly didn't take well to that. Plus, he thought that attempting to pursue music was a waste of my time, even though he himself admitted that I was good.

I didn't know how he found out about my college shenanigans, but as soon as I saw him there, I knew that my time at University was over.

My step-father had followed me back to my dorm room, and so I never got the chance to tell Dave why I was leaving, nor did I get to tell him to tell Jonny how much I love him, though I would've risked it if I had been smart enough to know that my mobile would be taken away.

"No, wait! I have to message Jonny!" I cried in the car. "Please, please let me tell him why I left!" I begged, though I knew it was a lost cause.

My step-father simply laughed in my face. "You want to text your boyfriend? Yeah, I don't think so, wimp."

I didn't cry until after the strikes had finished and I was locked away in my room. My guitar was taken away, and I wanted to kill myself until I thought about Jonny. I have to get back to him, I thought.

It was then that I had the idea of running away. Back to Uni, and back to Jonny. I just wanted to see him again, no matter what.

"Mum, I'm running away," I told her, knowing that simply leaving would give her a heart attack. She cried, but she understood. She knew how my heart ached to play music, how there was no way I would be suitable for the military. She hugged me, then packed me a lunch and enough money to survive for awhile.

I smiled, grabbed my guitar, and headed out the door.

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~Jonny's POV~

When Phil and I got back to the dorm, we both were paralyzed in shock and fear.

"What do we tell the guys?" I asked quietly.

Phil sighed. "Uh... the truth? I guess?"

My anxiety returned and I took a deep breath. "Do you think they'd believe me?" I asked.

Phil chuckled. "Honestly, probably not," he replied.

I sighed. "I'm sure they'd believe us when my stomach is the size of three elephants," I said jokingly.

We got out of Phil's car and silently walked back to our dorm room. Phil smiled at Will and Guy, who were already in the room, looking worried.

"Don't worry, chaps, he's going to live," Phil said jokingly.

Guy laughed, Will sighed in relief. "So what's going on then? Stomach bug?" Will asked.

My smile fell from my face and I thought about what I should say to them. "I uh... it's a long story."

Guy's face turned from happy to confused. "So not a stomach bug, then?"

I shook my head and turned to Phil to see if he'd help me out. He just shrugged and looked at Will. "I... uh... well... long story short, I'm pregnant."

The reactions I got were expected.

Guy laughed loudly, and Will didn't say anything, he just stood there with a confused expression on his face. "Guy..." I tried, trying to get him to listen to me, but he kept laughing and somewhere in there, I knew that he was actually terrified.

"Guy, love, please," Will said, getting Guy to stop laughing. "Please explain, Jonny. What do you mean you're pregnant? That's not even physically possible."

I took a deep breath. "No, not usually," I began. I then proceeded to tell them about my body, and how I had somehow been born with ovaries and fallopian tubes as well as my male counterparts. As I told them this, their faces shifted from disbelief to shock.

"So... you get a period?" Guy asked, no humor in tone.

I shook my head. "My uh... testicles are in the way. So the egg has no way to fertilize."

Will looked to Phil. "He's not pranking us, is he?"

Phil shook his head. "Unless it's the greatest of all pranks and he's in cahoots with the doctor, he's telling the absolute truth."

I nodded and gave a small smile. "So... yeah. I'm going to be a dad."

Will smiled and gave me his congratulations, but Guy didn't move. "Wait," he said, making everybody stop. "I have two questions."

I nodded. "Shoot."

"Okay, so you told us that you're... pregnant... and all, but you never told us who knocked you up."

I bit my lip. Will nodded in agreement. "Erm... it's Chris," I replied quietly.

Guy sighed. "I was afraid of that," he said, exasperation in his voice. "You barely knew him a week, and you let him fuck you?"

I felt the anger bubbling up in the pit of my stomach, but I resisted the urge to blow up. "He said he loved me," I whispered.

Guy scoffed. "Yeah he loved you all right. He fucked you up and then he left you. Definitely sounds like a loving relationship to me."

My anger grew, but I couldn't deny the fact that he was right. Chris had told me that he loved me, then the very next day, he was gone. I still hadn't received a message from him, and it fucking sucked, especially now that I knew I was carrying his child.

"And my other question is what do we do about the band?"

Will smiled. "I'm sure it will be stay the same. We still have a lot of work to do on our songs, and I doubt we'd get a gig within these nine months anyway."

I shook my head. "We'll never get a gig without a good singer and lyricist. I'm not good enough. Chris was. He had it all."

"Come on, mate, you can't just give up," Guy said.

Finally, my anger bubbled over and I snapped. "I can and I will. Our music will never be anywhere close to what it could've been with Chris here, but you didn't even like him then!" I grunted. "Face it, Guy, if you keep trying to pursue music, I'm going to end up a successful astronaut, and you're going to end up a bloody bartender, with Will as your right-hand man, since he just fucking does whatever you ask him to."

I started to cry, like a pillock, as Guy ran out of the room, and Will right behind him. Phil just stared at me, his jaw agape.

"I think I'm going to throw up again."

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~Chris' POV~

The wind nipped at my fingers as I crossed the street for the third time that day. Heath had become a favorite place to play of mine. The people there were usually sweet to me and I was left a decent tip.

It was also the place where I suspected I could find Jonny, if I were to find him.

I remember him telling me once that he loved flowers, and it was a dream of his to buy a big house with a large backyard so he could plant a garden. I wanted to live in that house with him, but I didn't know if he'd even take me back if I ever did see him again.

I took my place on the same bench I'd been playing on for the last week. It was in the middle of the park and it was where I made the most money.

The day wasn't bad, I actually loved the city. It was fun to just sit and watch cars go by sometimes, or watch people walk and buy a coffee that I couldn't afford from a random vender. It was the night that I couldn't stand. London was cold and I never had a place to stay for the night. There was crime that constantly kept me up and alert, and I was always reminded of that fateful night with Jonny. My memories of him were the worst at night. It seemed like I couldn't sleep without having a nightmare about him. I wanted to know if he was okay. I missed him every day that I was without him, and that was evident in my music.

The only good thing about this whole thing was that I had gotten back into writing music. My music was definitely more emotional and heartfelt than before; no more silly songs about toiletries.

In a way, I missed the days when I could just sing silly songs about whatever popped into my head, enjoying it all the same. However, my heart was broken now, shattered into pieces that I was struggling to find and pick up, and I knew that the only way I'd ever be able to put them back together again was if that green-eyed, baby-faced boy would take me back.

I thought about him as I started to strum my guitar. His deep, green eyes that I fell in love with were always in my dreams. He was the boy who I wanted to be with. He was the one at the end of the road, waiting for me. At least, I hoped so.

Suddenly, I saw someone sit on the bench, someone who I thought I recognized. He was crying, and only when he lifted his head and I met his crying eyes did I recognize him.

"Guy!" I cried out, gratefully, stopping my song and running over to him. "Guy! Are you alright?"

I knew that he didn't like me, but he was also my only connection to Jonny that I'd had in the last month.

"Oh, take a hike," he told me, before standing up and walking away. I chased after him.

"Wait! The least you could do for me is tell me how Jonny's doing!" I called after him.

He stopped and sighed. "You fucked him up," he said. "You fucked him up and now he hates you."

My heart, which I thought had finally mended, even if only slightly, shattered again. "H-hates me?" I stuttered, not quite believing it.

He nodded. "Yes, he hates you. You left him. He really loved you, and you left him."

"But I didn't have a choice! I-"

"You did have a choice, and you damn well knew it!" He snapped. I felt the tears come back to my eyes, and I thought about everything. I did have a choice. I could've chosen to find a way to pay for my own college. I could've run away from my step-father. I could've run to Jonny to tell him why I was leaving. I couldn't help but start to cry as all the possibilities run through my head.

"Guy, please let me explain!" I beg.

He shook his head and turned away from me. "Don't act like I'm going to help you. You hurt my mate, and he never wants to see your sorry arse again."

I broke down then, but I refused to let Guy leave. "Please just tell Jonny that I love him," I begged, hoping that he could see the truth in my eyes through my tears.

Guy turned around to look at me for a moment, and I thought that I saw sympathy in his eyes, for just a moment, but then it passed, and he spit at my feet. "You never loved him. Don't try to fool me."

And then he was gone.

I fell to my knees and sobbed. Guy's words rang through my head. "Now he hates you." I felt like giving up. I wanted to give up. My love hated me. I left him, and fuck, now he hated me. I deserved this. I had ruined my future by letting his beautiful green eyes place themselves in my heart. His lips, which were so inexperienced but so tasty. His squishy stomach that I had enjoyed poking, and his goofy grin when he reacted to the poking. Fuck, did he really hate me?

I looked up, and everything clicked. I loved him. He hated me. There was no point in trying to get him to love me, or even listen to me, but I had to try. I had to try.

Still, maybe I should give him a chance to calm down. He was clearly angry at me. Maybe he'd forget all about me if I left for awhile. Then I could come back and explain everything, with him having no animosity towards me anymore. At least, I hoped not.

I grabbed my guitar and the few dollars I had made today and walked to the bus stop. Where would I go? I didn't know. Maybe back to Devon to go live with my dad for awhile. Maybe to Liverpool so I could start a new life. Maybe I'd ride to the end of the line just to think about everything, then come back to London.

I had no clue what I was doing, but either way, I got on the bus, paid, and I left London.

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~Jonny's POV~

I felt horrible about what I'd said to Guy. He had been out for the better part of an hour, and I didn't know where he was or if he was okay. Will was with him, I was sure, but it didn't make me feel any better.

I had so much on my mind. Chris, the band, school, my baby, telling my family, and so much more, and hurting Guy like that definitely didn't help my stress. God, why hadn't I just said no to him? I thought, thinking back to that night with Chris in the amphitheater. I had loved it so much at the time, but it had added so much extra stress that I wasn't ready for.

I thought about what he was doing right now. Was he thinking about me? Was he playing his guitar? Was he singing? Did he have a job? Was he taking classes somewhere else?

Maybe he had left because he wasn't enjoying his classes anymore. Maybe he was ready to start a career. Though, I found that hard to believe because I remembered him telling me that he wanted to aspire to be a musician. He loved music as much as I did. I thought he really wanted to be in a band with me. Maybe I was wrong.

Suddenly, I heard him singing to me in my head. I saw his sweet face, and heard his angelic voice, singing me a song that I'd never heard before. I immediately picked up my notepad and wrote down the lyrics he was singing, so that I wouldn't forget them. He was repeating the song to me, and after I'd written down the lyrics, I picked up my guitar and played along to the song he was singing. I smiled. It felt real, like he was actually next to me, singing a tune he'd just created and was waiting for me to create the riff for it. We played together for awhile, and I sang with the Chris in my head, forgetting all about my reality, even if it was for only about an hour. Of course, I'd lost track of time, and was nervously shaken from my hallucination by Guy, who'd returned with Will.

I gasped and stood up, before awkwardly pulling Guy in for a hug. "Look, man, I'm really sorry-" I began, but Guy cut me off.

He smiled. "Don't worry about it, Jon. I understand that you're stressed, and... you know, mood swings and shit."

He laughed and I sighed of relief that he was able to joke about my rudeness. "Hey, uh, I came up with a new song idea," I said, hoping that they would still be willing to remain in the band.

"I'm sure it'll be great," Will said with a smile. It seemed that he'd forgiven me, too, and I was forever grateful.

"Yeah, I'm interested, mate. Where's Phil?" Guy asked, and I sighed.

"I asked for him to leave me alone for awhile, so he left to Lord knows where."

Will chuckled. "Were you in one of your moods?" He teased. I knew that being pregnant was going to bring teasing, but I knew also that my friends meant no offense in their jokes, it was simply their way of poking fun at me.

I smiled. "Yes, I was." I frowned then, recalling the pain I had caused Guy. "I'm truly very sorry for the way I acted towards you, Guy," I repeated, more sincere this time.

I patted my back. "I forgive you, man. Now, are we gonna hear this song or what?" He asked with a smile.

I grinned and we all walked together to amphitheater. The band felt incomplete without Chris, but playing with my two best friends still made me feel a lot better than I had earlier.

I showed the guys the song that I had written (with the help of Imaginary Chris), and Guy, at least, really took to it.

"I love it!" He said, excitement showing on his features. His brown eyes twinkled as I played and sang the song I had so happily prepared.

Though Guy liked it, Will seemed a bit unsure about it. "I dunno..." he said.

"Oh come on, Willy Bear, it's good! Give it a chance!" Guy encouraged his boyfriend.

Suddenly, Phil walked in the amphitheater, a grin on his face. "Why didn't you blokes tell me you were working? I wouldn't miss your arguments for the world!"

I giggled. "We were just discussing this song I had written," I filled him in.

"Yeah! I think it's really good, but Will is being a bum," Guy teased, using his shoulder to bump Will's arm. Will laughed and bumped him back.

"Well I can't really make a decision on it if I haven't heard it yet, now can I?" Phil said with a chuckle.

I smiled and started the song again, this time with Guy nodding his head to the beat and Will standing with his arms crossed.

When I was finished, Phil grinned. "I don't know what's wrong with it," he said, and Guy turned back to Will and stuck his tongue out.

"Haha, I told you!" He teased. Will gave him playful evil look before running over to Guy and tickling his abdomen.

I shook my head playfully. "Rent a room, you two!" I said when Will stopped his tickling and kissed Guy, still standing over him.

Phil laughed and the couple pulled away from each other. I could tell that Guy wanted to say something, but he bit his lip and I wondered if he was about to bring up Chris before he stopped himself.

The thought of him made me sigh, and I could tell that Guy knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Let's start recording," Phil said, always the mature one.

We let Will and Guy work on their part first, which didn't take long, considering that they worked so well together. The way that they made music together, one would think that they were sending each other vibes telepathically.

Once our song was recorded, we hung out a bit longer in the amphitheater, just messing around, but my mind was occupied with other things. I really needed to tell my family about my baby, and I really didn't want to wait a week for my birthday (when I had promised to come down) to give them news. I decided to express my concern to the guys to see what they thought.

"Hey guys," I called, and Phil, Will, and Guy all looked up. "When do you think I should tell my family about my baby?" I asked awkwardly. I thought about what my older brother, Tim, would think about me being pregnant. Would he be ashamed? Confused? He'd always been my biggest encouragement throughout my childhood, and I wondered if he'd support me now.

Will and Guy shared a look and Phil turned to them. "I think you should tell them when it feels right," Will said finally. "Don't think you have to rush it. When it's time to tell them, you'll know."

I sighed and nodded. "I hope so. I just don't want them to be disappointed in me, you know?" I said.

Phil nodded. "It's not like you had intended to get pregnant in college," he giggled.

Guy laughed. "Yeah! Besides, every bloke has sex in college. It's just sort of a rule."

Will glared at him with a look of lust in his eyes. "When's my time coming, eh?" He asked, making Phil and I laugh and Guy blush.

Guy wrapped his arms around Will and kissed his lips happily. "Don't you worry, Willy Bear, your time is coming," he replied, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking.

I pretended to vomit. "Rent a room!" I cried, for the second time that evening.

"Oh, can it, Wide Load!" Guy called back before reaching back in to Will's lips. I laughed at the name that Guy had called me, and turned to Phil.

"See, Phil? That's how you insult a pregnant man!" I said, nearly in tears from laughter.

However, my laughter quickly stopped when I heard a voice coming from the door say, "Pregnant man!?"

We all stopped what we were doing and looked towards the door. There, standing there with wide eyes was Chris' old roommate, Dave.

"Dave?" I called out.

He looked at me and let himself in. "Uh... hey guys. I heard you guys playing and I was curious so I was hanging out by the door and heard you talking... Jonny, you're not really pregnant, are you?"

I bit my lip. Dave was a decent enough guy. We had calculus together, and though we didn't talk much, I knew that he enjoyed music, and when we did talk it was usually about new music or an up and coming band. However, I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or straight up lie and have him find out later like the rest of the school.

I guess my silence spoke for me.

"You are! Holy shit, dude!"

He made his way to the stage and touched my stomach. I backed away awkwardly. "Erm... please don't tell anyone," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. Phil looked at me and shrugged, and Will and Guy shared a nervous look.

"On one condition," Dave began. "I wanna help out with the band."

Phil crossed his arms. "They already have a manager, mate," he said firmly.

"Oh no, I don't care if I'm manager. I'll be the creative director, the guitar technician, whatever! I think you guys are going to be big someday," he said.

Phil looked at the rest of us and with my nod of approval, he said, "Fine, but break your end of the deal, and we're kicking you out."

Dave smiled. "Deal." He shook Phil's hand. "So, what can I do?"

I was surprised by the fact that he was more interested in the band than my pregnancy, but I guess that was just him being a music geek. "Erm... you can be the creative director, I guess."

Dave grinned. "Cool, dude!"

I helped him climb onto the stage and received our welcomes, except for Guy's, who was pissed about his blackmail.

I sighed to myself. Four people know now, I thought, and not one of them is the baby's father.