~Jonny's POV~

The drive to Wales was beautiful. I remember loving getting to go to London with my family, and listening to music as I looked out the window. I always refused to buy a flight there, especially now that I was poor and pregnant. Well, there was probably nothing wrong with flying with a baby in my stomach, but I didn't want to risk having motion sickness and being in the bathroom the entire flight.

It was only two days before I turned 20, and even though I had promised myself that I would tell my family about the baby before my birthday, I never really had the chance to. After all, my professors had been going crazy on the homework, and our band was starting to get good. We were going to release an EP soon, and I was really proud of some of those songs.

My family did know about the band, and they were proud of me for trying to follow my dreams. Tim especially was happy for me.

As good as things were currently going, I was terrified. Mum and Dad would certainly be disappointed when I told them that I was pregnant. However, it was sort of their fault as well, as I was sure that they knew of what went on in my body, and being gay, I felt like they should have given me some warning about that. They really never even had "the talk" with me after I had informed them of my sexuality. Maybe they trusted me enough to the point where they didn't worry about it. Maybe they never thought I'd get a boyfriend.

I sighed. Even the beautiful drive couldn't alleviate my worry. Rain was falling and it created a misty horizon, which I knew, in turn, would cause a rainbow. At the end of every storm is a rainbow, I thought, taking a deep breath and doing my best to release my stress as I exhaled.

When I finally arrived at my childhood home, I smiled nervously and got out of the car. I grabbed my bag of clothes and toiletries in one hand, and my guitar case in the other, and walked to the front door, where my mother was waiting. "Hello, Jonny!" She greeted, kissing my cheek and taking the bag of clothes from my hand. "Here, I've got it honey."

I walked into the house and was immediately greeted by my father, whom I noticed had lost weight. "Hello, son!" He said with a smile, pulling me in for a hug. I was almost as tall as he was and I wrapped my free hand around him lovingly.

I grinned, and all my worry seemed to fade. This was my family, surely they would love me no matter what. I was just being a pillock.

"Where's Tim?" I asked.

My mother returned from upstairs, where my old room was and where I assumed she had put my bag, and smiled. "He'll be here tomorrow. He was called into work today." I let out a small sigh of relief. I wouldn't have to tell them today.

I sat in the sitting room with my mum and dad and we talked about different things. How school was going, what the band was up to, and what our future plans were. "Do you have a name yet?" My mother asked me.

I grinned. "Yeah, actually. Last week we brought in this guy named Dave as our creative director, and he suggested the name 'Coldplay,'" I told her, my eyes beaming at the mention of my band. "We all really liked it, so that's what we're going with."

My father nodded and smiled. "Sounds great! It's really got that rock vibe to it."

I laughed. "I mean, not really, but thanks."

"Do you think you could give us a preview of the new EP?" My mum asked hopefully.

I smirked. "You can't wait one month?" I teased.

She laughed and shook her head. "It won't be the whole song, only your part!" She argued.

I hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. It was only my parents, after all. Besides, they probably wouldn't be able to attend one of our gigs anyway.

I laughed. "Alright, but don't go spoiling it to everyone! Then no one will buy it!"

I took out my guitar and silently debated which song to play for them. It didn't take me long, and my mind settled on the song that I wrote with Imaginary Chris.

The first chord hit me harder than I thought it would, and once again I thought of Chris and his baby, growing inside of me. I felt afraid then, as I thought about the future. I would be forced to raise a baby alone, with low funds and no job.

I was afraid that my breathing patterns would change and I would have an anxiety attack as I played and sang, but I didn't. Rather, I continued to play, but I felt tears well up in my eyes and my fingers tense up. I rushed the song slightly, just so I could finish and forget about my reality once more.

When I finished, my folks applauded and I set down the suddenly heavy guitar with a grunt. I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Thank you, thank you, please, no autographs."

My father laughed. "Not even for your own parents?"

I shook my head playfully, already forgetting about my dark thoughts. "When you're a rockstar, you don't have time for parents."

Dad shook his head, playing along. "What a shame. My own son has already let fame go to his head."

I laughed and wrapped him in another hug.

That evening was filled with laughter and a meal fit for a king. My mother seemed to be born a good cook, and I recalled a memory from when I was a tot and my mum requested my help in the kitchen.

"Now remember Jonny," she had said. "When you're cooking, the most important thing to remember is to make everything with love."

"Why?" I asked, little five-year old me picking my nose. My mum laughed and pulled my finger out of my nose before telling me to rewash my hands.

"Because if you love what you're doing and who you're cooking for, your meal will come out delicious every time."

Until I was about 11, I had believed her. Every time I had helped her with our meal, I had kissed it before it was served, making sure that the love was put into every meal, just as Mum had said. However, one day, my mum had asked me to make our special vegetarian spaghetti on my own, and even though I had kissed the meal as I had done every other time, it still came out as rubbish.

Of course, I had become a better cook since then, but I still had no idea how my mum managed to make a perfect meal every time she made something. Tonight she had made one of my favorite dishes, a pasta with spinach on top and a side of bread. It was simple, but the way my mother made it was heaven to my tastebuds.

However, despite my usual excitement towards the dish, I didn't feel like eating it tonight. I didn't put much in my mouth and my parents seemed to notice my change in attitude.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" My mum asked. Goddamn food cravings, I thought to myself.

"I'm fine," I reassured, putting on a smile.

My father was about to ask another question, but we all heard the door open, and in walked my brother.

"Tim!" I cried, a sincere grin creeping on my face.

"Hey, baby brother!" He called back, and I ran to the front door to hug him.

"Oh, Tim!" My mother said, standing up. "We weren't expecting you until tomorrow!"

Tim smirked and shrugged. "I managed to switch shifts with a co-worker, so I worked this morning and he's working tonight."

I let go of my brother and he rubbed my hair playfully. "How have you been, Jonny?" He asked me.

My smile fell, and I turned to face my parents. "Erm well... I actually have something I need to tell all of you."

I hadn't expected to tell them until the next day, but I knew it was better to get it off my chest as soon as possible. My palms were sweating, and I wished that Chris were here. He didn't know about the baby yet, but just his presence would calm me.

I gathered the family on the couch for a brief meeting, and I felt the anxiety rise within me. Could my baby feel the same emotions as me? Could he or she feel the anxiety I was feeling as I prepared to tell my family about them? I could only wonder.

They all watched me, and I took a deep breath. This is it, I thought. I remembered the day that I had come out to my parents. I had feared that they would kick me out, even though they had already suspected my homosexuality and had told me that they would love me no matter what.

"Erm... so this is a long story, but uh... basically, I'm pregnant," I stated, twiddling my fingers. I looked up and saw the confused expressions on their faces, so I explained what the doctor had told me and Phil that night at the hospital.

"So... you made love to another bloke already?" Tim asked simply.

I bit my lip and nodded.

My father sighed and my mother didn't look me in the eyes. Then, my mother stood up and faced me. "I'm proud of you, Jonny," she said, smiling. "I didn't know about your body, and I doubt that you did either." I shook my head. "I'm not happy that you're pregnant at age 20, and I'm not happy that you had sex when you were only 19," she admitted, "but I'm happy that you're going to have a baby." She put her hand on my back. "Trust me, having a baby is the best feeling in the world. You'll love being able to raise a child."

My father looked at me for the first time since I told them all the news. "Does your partner know?" He asked.

I blushed. "Erm... I haven't talked to him since... you know."

Tim's eyes widened. "You had a one night stand?" He asked me, shocked. I couldn't blame him for being shocked. I had always talked about finding a man who loved me for me, who wanted to settle down, adopt a few children and make a life for ourselves.

I shook my head. "No, I mean not really. We were together for a bit before, but then the morning after, he was nowhere to be found and he hadn't messaged me. I only found out later that he didn't go to University anymore."

My head hung low and Tim made a show of hugging me. "It's okay, baby brother. I know how it feels like."

I looked at him. "You know what it's like to have the man you love walk out of your life after he got made love to you and got you pregnant?"

He blushed. "Well, no but-"

"Then don't tell me that you know what it's like," I snapped, and immediately stormed up to my room, leaving my brother embarrassed and upset and my parents confused.

Once I was in my room, I flopped on my bed and sighed. I didn't cry, I refused to, but I let myself be sad. No one would ever know what I felt that morning, when I discovered that Chris was gone, and that night at the hospital, when I found out that I was pregnant with Chris' child.

"I love you, Chris," I whispered, as if he was a ghost and could hear my every whisper and watch my every move. "I hope that you come back to me soon."

No one bothered me that night, much to my gratefulness. I threw up only twice that night, and when I discovered that it would be another sleepless night, I groaned and grabbed my guitar.

Desperately, I wished for a song to come to me, but it didn't, and I played a Beatles song instead. I didn't sing, as I didn't want to wake anyone up with my rubbish voice. I was taken back to the days before University when I would sit in my room for hours on end, just playing my guitar. It was Tim who encouraged me to try and pursue music, and though I was always too shy to actually try, I had always kept it in the back of my mind. Music was my true passion, and I was truly happy to be playing alongside my best friends, even if we were rubbish.

When I set down my guitar, it was nearly five in the morning and I still wasn't tired, so I just opened my mobile phone, and messaged Phil to see what was happening.

Hey, Jonny!
It's kinda sucked being without you so far. Will and Guy have been all over each other more than usual and boy it's annoying! Haha!
I hope you're enjoying time with your family. Did you tell them the news yet? I hope it went ok.

I smile at my friend. Poor Phil, I thought, and imagined Guy and Will all over each other.

Hey Phil. Things didn't go very well when I told them the news, but they didn't disown me or anything. They were just disappointed, like I thought they'd be. Then I kinda snapped at them and went to bed. *Sigh*
Oh well. I'll be back there soon to help you, so hang in there!

I chuckled. I already missed Phil and Will and Guy. I loved my family, but things were definitely awkward between us now, and I hated being rude.

I heard a knock on my door and I groaned quietly. "Come in," I said.

The door opened slightly and Tim peeked his head through. "Hey, little brother," he said with a smile and sat beside me.

"Hey," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck.

He sighed. "Hey look, I'm sorry about earlier. I can see that you're going through a lot right now, and the last thing I want is for you to think I'm trying to add stress on you."

I smiled. "It's alright. I really don't know why I snapped at you."

He laughed and poked my stomach. "It's that thing!" He teased. "It's making you all loopy in the head."

I chuckled. "It's not just mood swings," I said. "At least, I don't think it is."

"Watcha got going on up there, Jonny?" He asked me.

I sighed. "The boy who fucked me said he loved me," I spilled. "And I think I fell in love with him, too."

"Hm. First love?"

I nodded sadly.

"Those are always the worst."

I looked up at him, and in his eyes, I saw longing. "Who was your first love, Tim?" I asked cautiously.

He chuckled, though the sadness hadn't left his eyes. "I fell in love with a girl from Manchester," he said. "She was beautiful. She had the most sparkling blue eyes and blonde curls that bounced when she laughed."

I grinned, as he had just basically described the female version of my ex-boyfriend.

"Anyway, I fell so hard for her that when she told me she didn't want to be with me anymore, I hit the ground and my heart shattered into a million pieces." He sighed.

I patted his back. "I'm sorry, man. I know how it's like to have your heart shatter."

He looked at me sadly. "Look, if you end up being a single parent, I'll gladly help you as much as I can. I'll even let you and the baby stay at my place if you need."

I smiled. "Thanks, Tim." I was truly grateful for the offer, but I hoped that it wouldn't come to that. I hoped that I would see Chris again and he'd explain everything and we'd have a big laugh about it and then we'd live together and raise a baby to the best of our ability.

I knew that it was wishful thinking, but I loved him.

Tim hugged me. "I know that Dad isn't happy," he said, "but Mum is truly happy for you." He smiled. "I am, too."

"Thanks, T."

The rest of the visit actually went surprisingly well. Once the initial shock of my pregnancy had worn off, we all got along great and I enjoyed my birthday more than I thought I would.

It all felt so good, and it was the most fun I'd had in ages. I was actually sad when Saturday came and I was forced to leave. Tim, too, said that he had to leave, and I watched as my poor parents' faces fell at the prospect of being alone again.

"I'll come see you for Christmas, don't you worry," I promised.

My mum giggled. "You'll be all big by then!"

"Mum!" I cried, embarrassed. My father laughed.

"He's gonna get big before that if he doesn't cut down on the cake," he teased, referring to my birthday, where I had five plates of cake, simply from cravings.

I felt the blush creep onto my cheeks. "Dad!"

Lucky, Tim came to my rescue. "Mum, Dad, let him get back to Uni. His dorm mates are probably eagerly awaiting for his return," he said goofily with a wink.

I giggled. "Alright. I'll see you at Christmas," I said, hugging my parents one last time before getting into the car.

I waved as I backed up, and I set off back towards to University. I was in a good mood, so I turned on the radio and started singing to U2.

When I got back, Phil was immediately trying to get me into the amphitheater. I laughed. "Phil, I just got back! At least let me put my stuff down."

He groaned. "Fine, but you've really got to listen to what Guy and Will have come up with."

We each grabbed a bag and headed back to the dorm room. "Why, is it good?"

He laughed. "Good? It's fucking amazing! You need riff it!"

I laughed. "Don't go bouncing off the wall, Phil."

"I can't help it, it's awesome! You'll love it!"

We set down my bags on the floor, and Phil was practically dragging me to the amphitheater before I had the chance to put my clothes away. "Okay! Okay! I'm coming!"

I grabbed my guitar and followed an eager Phil to the amphitheater, where Will and Guy were kissing.

I cleared my throat, and they both turned to us and blushed. "Oh.. uh... hey, Jonny! Welcome back!" Guy greeted.

Will was about to offer his greetings, but Phil cut him off. "No time! Play the song you came up with!"

Will laughed. "Christ, it's really not that good!" He argued.

"It's fucking awesome and you're going to play it."

The couple laughed and went to their instruments, and on Phil's count, they started playing. It was alright, but it definitely wasn't worth the hype that Phil had ramped it up to be.

"So, what'd you think?" Phil asked giddily.

I shrugged. "It was okay. It needs some work."

Guy nodded. "I agree, but I bet you could put a great riff on it, can't you, Mr. Mom?" He teased, finding another insult for me.

I just rolled my eyes and laughed. "Whatever, at least my hair doesn't look like a burnt bowl of spaghetti," I replied.

Phil burst into laughter, as did Will. I sat down on my stool next to Guy, who playfully punched my arm. I took out my guitar and plucked a few strings. Will and Guy played their song beside me and I did my best to accompany them. I tried out a couple riffs, trying to figure out which one best fit their beat and bass line. I eventually found one that I liked, and we all played together well.

Phil was ecstatic about and insisted that we add it to the EP.

"It still needs work," Will argued. "Maybe we could wait until we actually release a full-length album?"

Phil shook his head. "No, we need it on this EP! It fits the mood so well!"

I sighed. "Maybe we could add the stripped down version to the EP and put a better, more full version of the song on the album," I suggested, which seemed to be alright for all of us.

Now that we had finished the EP, we really couldn't do much but wait. For the next month, we focused more on school than we did on music, but we didn't stop working together completely. About once a week, we'd all get in the amphitheater and just play, sometimes even Dave joining in with us. We still shared ideas for songs to our album, even finished the song that we had been working on for the EP. Now we had two different versions of it (of which I preferred the second), and one fit better for the EP, and one fit better for the album.

When we finally released our EP, it was strange. It was releasing a baby that we had raised an nurtured from birth. Now, it was ready for the world to see and listen to.

We decided to throw an album release party, even though we had only released an EP and hadn't been signed yet. "Come on, Jon, one pint won't hurt you."

I shook my head. "Sorry, mate, but I've got to look for my baby."

Guy groaned. "That baby turned you into a loser."

I laughed. "I was already one to begin with."

The party was alright, save for a drunk Guy (even though he was only 18) and a few girls who tried hitting on me. One in memory was particularly nasty.

"Hey, sweet thing," she greeted, clearly drunk. I didn't want to be rude, so I said hello, but nothing more. "Want to dance?" She asked me, and I politely declined, but she pulled me to the dance floor anyway and started dancing as if she were fucking my legs. Feeling uncomfortable, I told her that I didn't want to dance, and she spit on me and called me a faggot.

I just rolled my eyes. It wasn't like I wasn't used to those names anyway.

A week later, Phil ran into the dorm room, looking giddy as ever. Guy just laughed. "What's your deal, Phil? Another sugar rush?"

Phil huffed. "No, actually, it's news about the band."

"What, you bought us chocolates?"

I laughed. Phil was known to have a huge sweet tooth for chocolates, something that I think Chris was to blame for. He always had a pocketful of chocolate buttons, and he let Phil try one that evening we were practicing after he told Chris that he'd never one. Ever since then, he had been obsessed with the sweet.

"If you don't want to know the news, I won't tell you," Phil huffed.

Will laughed. "What is it, mate?"

Phil's giddiness returned as he gave us all the news. "Dave and I pulled a few strings with Parlophone... and we got you signed!"

Will, Guy, and I all junped up from excitement. "What!?" We all shouted in unison.

Phil nodded. "You're an official band now! Congratulations, mates!"

We all hugged each other and turned to Phil for more details. "They want an album prepared by this time next year," he said. "But they also want us to stick with the plan of playing a few gigs around England."

I worried only slightly, because at three months, I was already starting to show. "Erm.. when is that gonna start?" I asked.

Phil shrugged. "I'm thinking November. That way we can play some gigs, take a break for Christmas, and then finish up."

November, December, and January, I thought. At that point, I would be four, five, six months pregnant. I would definitely be showing by then, and I really didn't know if I wanted news of my pregnancy to be public. I blushed. "Do we have to wait that long?" I asked quietly.

Guy smirked and Will patted my back. Phil just stared at me with a confused expression. "Why?"

I sighed, and Guy answered for me. "He doesn't want his belly to show while we're on stage," he said, and Phil's face immediately changed to a shade of pink.

"Oh... my bad, mate."

I shrugged. "Just... do you think we could shorten the tour?" I asked. "I think it would be better for all of us."

Phil sighed. "Sure, mate, but don't go getting pregnant again. Next time, I'm not helping you, though," he teased.

I smiled. Our first ever tour. We didn't have very many songs, but maybe, if I played loud enough, if I played well enough, my beloved Chris would come back to me.