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Introduction

I shivered as the cold air hit my body. I didn't dare look back at the house I'd just been kicked out of. My parents were so concerned about their reputation that they couldn't possibly think about the little fetus inside of my stomach. It wasn't painfully obvious that I was pregnant yet. I should have waited. I could have been prepared. I should have known my parents would kick me out.

I told them right after I'd told Andrew this afternoon. I should have known he was a mistake. Going out with him in the first place was a mistake. As soon as I told him, he went on this rampage about how he didn't care about me anymore, and he wanted nothing to do with either of us. He broke up with me right then and there and kicked me out of his house.

I came home crying to my parents, and eventually they fished why Andrew broke up with me out of me. As soon as I told them, their faces of concern were replaced with furious expressions. My father in particular gave me a long speech about how I was a disgrace and embarrassment to the family. I had expected that much from them. No parent would be thrilled about their seventeen-year-old daughter being pregnant. I understood that part. But I was caught completely off-guard when he told me I had an hour to pack all of my things and 'get the bloody hell out of his house'.

I didn't know where to go. It was such a surreal situation. I almost felt as if I could shut my eyes hard enough and it would all go away. Back when everyone didn't hate me.

Another gust of cold air came my way as I walked through the streets of Wolver Hampton. I decided I could at least go to the nearest coffee shop and stay there until I figured my life out. It's a hard thing to do when you're so low on time.

I placed a hand over the small bump on my stomach, barely noticeable. And as I walked I said a silent prayer that my baby wouldn't have to pay for the cruelty of the people in my life; that my baby wouldn't have to suffer. I just wanted what was best for him or her.

Most women would be excited about being pregnant. It's such a beautiful thing when another child is brought into this world. But when I think about it, I'm not a woman yet, and the world I'm bringing this child into isn't exactly ideal. I've seen that American show Teen Mom before. It's not fair to those poor babies.

I pushed my thoughts away as I approached my destination, a 24 hour coffee shop that I'd been to multiple times in order to clear my head. I opened the door to be greeted by the comforting smell of coffee and warmth of the steam coming from every cup of coffee in the room. I ordered a latte and took a seat with my suitcase right next to me.

As I waited for my order, I took a look at my barely noticeable belly and was reminded of why I needed things to work out. I needed a miracle. And just when I thought things would take a turn for the worst, they actually started to get better. Just by one phone call.

My phone started to blast a familiar tune that I'd set for one special person who wasn't really a part of my life anymore; one person who was my last lifeline.

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED BUT WHEN YOU SMILE THAT THE GR-"

"Hello?" I answered in disbelief.

"Eve?" My cousin replied. I hadn't talked to him since last Christmas. And that was over a skype call with the family.

I couldn't believe it. Had my prayers been answered?

Liam Payne, yes from One Direction, was my cousin. Ever since we were little we had been friends despite him being a little bit older than me. We'd always been close. Since we lived just a few minutes away from each other, the two of us always hung out. We'd walk to school together, and walk home. He always helped me with my homework. We really were best friends. He was my only friend to be perfectly honest.

We made so many memories together, but when he left for X Factor, it all changed. He made it through the first round, and then got put into his band, and the rest is history. He stopped calling, eventually. His career got the best of him. And we lost touch. I was still proud of my cousin though. And I'm grateful he's calling now.

"L-Liam." I stuttered, still shocked by the perfect timing of his call.

"I've missed you Eve." He told me. His deep voice comforted me for some reason. It always had. My mind flashed back to when he was going through puberty and his voice cracked practically every five minutes. He would blush every single time too.

"So have I." I replied.

"I- I heard." Liam sighed, sounding like he was about to cry.

"You did?" I asked. I wondered if he meant my pregnancy, being kicked out, or both.

"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked, not really answering my initial question.

I sighed, party in relief and partly in embarrassment. "No."

All I could hear were voices whispering in the background. I couldn't make out what was being said, but I wasn't stupid. They were talking about me for sure. I wondered who might have told Liam. My mother most likely called everyone in the family to let them know that I was pregnant and they kicked me out. She was a gossiper, even about her own life.

I couldn't help but think about how comfortable I was this morning, waking up in my bed with the lights streaming in. I was happy. Not at all like I was now.

I wanted nothing more than to do what was best for my growing baby. I wanted to keep it safe, and I could hardly do that while living on the streets. I had nowhere else to go. My parents and boyfriend wanted nothing to do with me. I had no friends to turn to. All I had was a suitcase and a big belly. The only person I had left was my cousin Liam Payne. If he didn't take me in, nobody would.

But it had been years since our relationship had been normal. He never had time to talk anymore, which I understood. But I didn't know him very well anymore. He had probably changed a lot since he left. What if he didn't want me?

"Eve?" Liam said from the other end of the phone. My thoughts were ripped away from me at that point. I was nervous as to what he was going to say.

"Hmm?"

"Where are you? I'm coming to get you." I could literally hear the jingling of his keys and the slam of a door. He did care about me.

"Remember the coffee shop we used to go to when we had tests to study for?" I asked him, my voice weak at the thought of how easy things used to be.

"I do. I'll see you in two and a half hours. I'm taking you to our house and we'll work things out when we get there, okay? Everything will be all right. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you before, but I promise I will now." Now he really sounded like he was going to cry. He didn't cry often. I'd only seen it happen once, and that was at a funeral.

"Liam, thank you so much," Was all I could manage to reply.

"You're welcome Eve. See you soon." He said and hung up.

Relief came over my body as I put my phone down. I had been so worried, but I knew that under Liam's care, my baby would have the best life possible. And that's all I wanted.

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