Harry's POV
Paul is mad at me, like really mad at me.
I understand I proposed to his best friend, practically little sister.
But I proposed to my Best friend too.
Her name is Kristin.
Kristin's POV
I'm scared my Dad is going to Kill Harry.
I don't think he will after I tell Harry the news.
"I need to tell you something." I nervously mumbled.
"What Love?" he asked.
"I-I'm p-p-p-pregnant." I stuttered.
"What?" he said.
"Are you serious?" he continued.
I nodded.
He pulled into the driveway to our flat. (A/N They're back in london!!! :) ) picked me up and slun me around mumbling things about how we're going to be the best teen oarents ever. I'm 18 he's 19. And got back in the car and drove off to Lou's
5 minutes later
We walked into the flat an Lou looked up. "How did you get in my flat?" he asked
"You should get a lock." I responded.
A chorus of Ooohs spread the room.
I didn't know the boys were here.
"Did you tell Harry?" the boys asked simultaneously.
Creepy.
"Yeah."
"Tell me what?" Harry asked.
"Styles I think you know."
"No I don- Wait. That news?" "How did they know before me?" he asked dissapointed.
"They were over to watch Football and Zayn went to the bathroom and being the Snoop he is saw the 5 positive tests and told everyone else but you."
"Zayn." Harry Growled.
"Calm your titties babe." I warned.
"Oh yeah what about Paul?" Liam, being Liam asked.
I broke down and started thinking about what Paul would do to Hazz.
Hazza never looked more pissed at Liam before now. We all know where this is going.
