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You Get Pregnant While He's On Tour - Michael Clifford

You giggled girlishly down the phone to your boyfriend as he told you he missed you. It wasn't a funny thing - but it was such a good feeling to be missed and to know that he noticed that you weren't around.
"I miss you too, Mikey," you grinned to yourself.
After another half an hour on the phone, he realised how late it was for you in the UK and told you to get some sleep, so you exchanged your goodbyes and hung up. You sighed in a half happy, half longing way. You hated it when Michael was on tour - it sucked not being able to see him face to face all the time. You lived for your daily phone calls, however recently you were finding it a lot more difficult to be normal with him. You were keeping a pretty big secret from him, but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him. You thought it was more 'in person' news, but Michael wasn't due home for another month at least, so you didn't know what you were going to do. You couldn't keep this a secret for another month, it was too important.
The next night Michael phoned at the same time as he usually did and you managed to act like normal for half an hour, which was a lot less time than usual. You knew you had gone quiet when Michael started asking you what was wrong. You gulped. It was now or never.
"I... I'm..." You started, but Michael cut you off.
"Babe I am SO sorry but I have to go - there's someone at the door - I'll call you back in five," Michael rambled apologetically, hanging up before you could say anymore.
"I'm pregnant." You said to yourself, sighing deeply.
You received a text from Michael a few minutes later explaining that Ashton was having a mini crisis so he'd have to call you back tomorrow. You groaned. By tomorrow you would have lost all the nerve to tell him and you would have kicked yourself a million times for nearly being so idiotic to tell him something so important over the phone.
Somehow, later that night, you ended up on an airline website looking at how much it would cost to fly over to France, which is where the boys were currently touring.
Surprisingly, it was in your budget. You hadn't been out for a couple of months since Michael had been away and all of your friends were busy enough with their own jobs, so you had been saving most of what you made from work. You were an assistant teacher, and since it was half term you had a whole two weeks to yourself. Taking this into consideration, you made a hurried, excited decision. You purchased the ticket to fly to Paris and made sure you still had enough in your bank account to buy a return ticket. You had thought it better to only buy a ticket there, just in case Michael freaked out and you had to come home early. You laughed a little in shock at what you were doing, but you felt happy that you were finally going to get to see him and tell him the news, even if you were terrified of what he was going to say.
An hour later you had packed everything you needed to go on holiday, so you went to bed, intending on getting an early night since tomorrow you had to be up at seven to go to the airport.
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When you got off the plane in Paris, you realised that you had absolutely no idea how far away the hotel was from the airport, so you didn't know if you would have enough money to pay for a taxi.
When you finally got your bags, you wandered over to a help desk, hoping that the people there could answer your questions.
"Excuse me, um, how far away is the 'hôtel eiffel trocadéro' from here?" You asked, reciting the name from memory. The woman behind the desk smiled at you and told you she would just find out for you. A couple of minutes later she told you it was 15miles away from here, so it was about a half an hour drive. You nodded and went on to ask how much a taxi to there would be in English money. She called someone who you presumed to be a taxi driver and spoke in excellent French, causing you to wonder how some people could just be so good at multiple languages. After she had said 'au revoir,' she smiled back at you.
"That would be thirty eight euros, which is thirty British pounds, more or less. Would you like me to book that for you?"
You nodded enthusiastically. You were expecting it to be a lot more out of your price range.
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You stood outside the hotel in awe - this place was fantastic. It was so close to the Eiffel Tower that you could see it from where you stood, and all you really wanted to do was drop your bags and run to it. But of course, you didn't.
Nervously, you wandered inside the hotel.
The first person you saw was Calum.
"[Y/N]?" He said in a questioning tone. He ran over to hug you all the same, causing all your bags to clatter to the floor as you dropped them to wrap your arms around him. He was one of your best friends, and you didn't realise how much you had missed him until now.
"What are you doing here?" He half laughed. You could tell he was happy to see you, but you could also tell that he was confused as hell.
"Well... I need to tell Michael something. Aaaannndd I couldn't tell him over the phone. It's kind of a big deal."
"Oh my god you're pregnant." He said in a jokey way. You knew he was joking and that he had no idea, but it shocked you a little. You gulped as his face creased into a frown and then lit up with realisation as he saw your nervous expression.
"No... I was joking! You're not, are you?!"
You couldn't find the words to say, so you just nodded. He looked shocked and confused and happy all at the same time. After a couple of minutes of unbearable silence, he grinned the widest grin you had ever seen.
"I'm gonna be an uncle!" He cheered, wrapping his arms around you again and spinning you round. You breathed a sigh of relief. At least someone was happy about it.
"Do you know where Michael is, Cal?"
"He's in his room, I think. Here, I'll take you there. Lemme get your bags." He said, grabbing them before you could argue.

You took a deep breath as you stood before Michael's room.
"Cal, what if he flips out? What if he decides he doesn't want anything to do with either of us?!" You panicked, gesturing to your stomach.
"He won't. He loves you." Calum smiled at you reassuringly.
Calum knocked on the door for you and shouted 'it's Calum,' so that you would get to see the look on his face when you walked in.
"Door's open. Come in," Michael shouted back. It was a relief just to hear his voice.
Calum waved at you and headed off down the corridor, leaving your bags at your feet. You picked them up with shaky hands and nervously opened the door. You left the bags in the entrance and slowly wandered round the little corner between the door and the bedroom.
"What's taking you so long?" Michael called. You said nothing.
When your eyes finally fell on him you released a sigh that you had no idea that you had been holding. It was like you stopped breathing properly when you weren't around him - so whenever you were close to him it was like a breath of fresh air. He hadn't looked up from his phone yet, so you just stood waiting for him to realise.
"Seriously wh-" he began, but then his eyes fell on you. The look on his face was priceless. You had honestly never seen someone scramble so quickly to get up - it made your day.
"[Y/N]!!" He yelled, almost in disbelief. His strong arms wrapped around you protectively and seconds later you had both toppled over onto the bed, enjoying each other's embrace.
"What are you doing here??" He was still practically shouting, which is how you knew he was excited.
"I came to see you. I need to tell you something."
His face fell. He obviously detected the serious note in your voice, even though you had tried to stay upbeat.
"Oh god, what is it? Is it good or bad?" He sat up anxiously, so you copied him.
"Well I guess it depends how you look at it. Do you promise you're not going to be mad at me?"
"What's happened, [Y/N]?"
You could tell he was concerned by the tone of his voice, and that wasn't giving you anymore confidence to tell him.
"Well I... I'm- oh god, this is difficult. I'm scared you're going to hate me."
He frowned, but didn't say a word.
"I... I'm pregnant. Uhm, I'm not sure how it happened but... Yeah. We're having a baby."
Michael was completely still. His expression was blank and unreadable and his eyes were concentrated on the chair across the room. Just as you were about to tell him to talk, he spoke.
"How pregnant?" He said.
"Like 5 weeks. I only found out on the third week... I'm sorry for not telling you sooner but I thought it was face to face news and I was scared of your reaction."
He nodded like he knew what you were talking about. He seemed to understand that more than the fact that he was going to be a dad.
"Michael?" You nervously asked after five minutes. He seemed to snap out of his daze when he heard your voice, his eyes lifting from the floor to meet yours.
"I'm gonna be a dad," he half whispered, almost in disbelief.
"Correction, you're gonna be a great dad." Your voice steadied for the first time in the conversation. You could tell Michael noticed it too, as a tiny smile began to tug at the corners of his lips.
"We can do this, right? We'll be great, just like we always are? It won't ruin us? [Y/N] you're..." He trailed off as if what he was about to say was difficult. You waited patiently. "You're the best thing in my life. I don't know what I'd do without you. Our relationship means everything to me and I would die before I let anything ruin it... We're gonna be okay, right?" He spoke quickly, but the truth that lingered in his voice was unmissable.
"Michael..." You whispered, edging towards him a little and delicately laying your hand on his cheek. "Nothing could ruin us. We're too good together. We'll be okay - we're always okay when we're together. We will always be okay as long as we have each other." You finished, happy to see a real smile ignite his face.
"I love you," he said, gently kissing your lips.
"I love you too," you replied into the kiss. After a couple of seconds he pulled away and moved his lips to kiss your belly while whispering 'don't worry, I love you too.'