I woke up in the middle of the night and realized I was noticeably colder than I was when I first fell asleep. I rolled over and found that I was alone in the large bed. I got up, ignoring the pain shooting through my backside, and went to explore the house. I glanced at my phone and noticed it was 3:42 in the morning. I started to walk down the stairs when I could hear Harry talking to someone.

"I know. I know. I don't know what I was thinking!" he said, clearly frustrated.

"Harry, what are you going to do if the paparazzi take pictures of him leaving the house early in the morning?!" The man asked. "Fans were talking about how some girls heard security invite him backstage after the show, so the paparazzi are swarming this place."

"Can't we just spin it as he is a friend or something? I don't see why this is a big deal. Niall sleeps over all the time."

"We could, however let me ask you. Are there love bites on his neck?"

I brought my hand up to my neck and could tell how sensitive it was. I knew there had to be, not one but many.

Harry paused, "I can't promise there aren't any. Ugh! What am I going to do Liam!? I am SO SCREWED!"

"I don't know Harry, but we both know you can't come out yet. Your fan-base is strong but the fact is they are still primarily younger girls who need their parents to buy tickets." The man, Liam, said surprisingly calm but you could tell he was stressed.

I decided that I've heard enough at this point. I quietly went back up the stairs and climbed back into bed. After laying there trying to go back to sleep for a while, I could hear Harry come back into the room. I felt the bed dip behind me and heard him sigh in exasperation. I started to wonder what would happen in the morning, while I let the darkness take over and I slowly drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up again in the morning, I could already tell Harry wasn't in the bed. I found my clothes folded nicely on a chair in the corner of the room. I made quick work of putting them back on, pocketed my phone, and then made my way downstairs. When I got down there I noticed Harry looked exhausted and stressed out. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, slightly pulling his hair in frustration. When he heard me reach the bottom of the stairs, he turned to look at me.

"Good Morning Louis." He started, but then noticed I was fully dressed. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I should probably get home." I said easily, though it was breaking me. I didn't want to leave.

"Oh. Okay then." He said, seeming conflicted. "I'll text you?" He asked.

"It's okay. You don't have to." I said quickly, putting on my best poker face. "We both know what this was. It was great and all but no need to drag it out."

He looked confused for a minute. "Lou, it wasn't nothing. You lost your virginity last night..." he started but I wasn't going to let him continue. I couldn't ruin his career.

"Harry, I'm not some young teen girl who needs to cling to the first person I had sex with." I said. "I lost my virginity to a popstar. Cool. Sweet. Good times. Now you get back to your life and I'll get back to mine."

I thanked my mom internally for all those acting classes she put me in. They were really coming in handy now. Harry opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something but then just sighed and nodded his head, looking down and finding the floor fascinating.

I took this as my opportunity to leave without making it any more awkward. "Bye mate." I turned on my heels and started walking to the door.

"Wait Lou!" Harry shouted and ran over to me. I should have known this wasn't going to be that easy.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Could you, um... could you..." He hesitated.

"Spit it out mate."

"Could you maybe put your hood up? There are paps outside the gate and you have really bright love bites on your neck." He slowly pointed out.

I couldn't help but feel the small sting of disappointment. "Oh. Right, right." I put my hood up. "Thanks for looking out. Bye Harry."

"Bye Louis." He responded and I walked out the door.

I got in my car and knew I had to hold my poker face at least until I got past the paparazzi. I didn't want any pictures of me to show that I was upset. I drove through the gate and tried to ignore the blinding flashes around my car. "How does he deal with this all the time?" I thought to myself. I turned onto the road and began heading home.

Once I got home, I quickly made it up to my room. I shut and locked my door and threw myself on my bed. I sighed thinking about how I would probably never see Harry again, but then smiled and remembered the amazing night we had. At least I have the memories of it.

The next day, sure enough there were paparazzi pictures of me leaving Harry's house. Luckily, you can't see my face very well. There was an article to go along with them.

A man that no one seems to know the name of was seen leaving Harry's house early yesterday morning. Fans are speculating that he was a potential love interest of Styles because he was heard being asked by security to go backstage after the concert. Some fans even said Harry winked at the man while singing one of his songs, Little Black Dress. Do you think this is proof that the rumors of Harry Styles being gay are correct? Well sorry to disappoint guys. We reached out to Liam Payne, manager of Harry Styles, for comment.

"Sorry but there is really nothing to tell." He said. "The man was simply a friend of Harry's. They spent the night catching up after not seeing each other for a while. Strictly platonic. They were old friends from when they were younger and Harry recognized him when he brought his sister to the Meet and Greet. They agreed to hang out and catch up after the show."

Well there you have it folks. Just two friends catching up after not seeing each other for a while.

I shut my laptop and fell backwards onto my bed. "They downplayed that really well." I thought. I heard Lottie scream and I got up and ran into her room. I found her sitting on her bed with her phone in her hands.

"What?! What's wrong?!" I asked her, looking around her room for any signs of a problem.

"You! You hung out with Harry Styles the other night!" Oh crap.

"No Lotts. I went out with Calvin that night." I lied.

"Louis, the article talks about how Harry winked at you and invited you back stage."

"Well he must have hung out with someone else. Here," I said handing her my phone, "call Calvin and ask him."

She looked at my phone for a minute and then just shook her head. I sighed in relief and left her room. "That was really close." I whispered to myself.

It took a few weeks but I got over my little rendezvous with Harry Styles. It took a lot of alcohol and plenty of hangovers, but after about a month I realized the toll it was taking on my body. I started throwing up daily and just wanted to sleep all day. When that started, I stopped drinking. However, the throwing up and sleeping all day didn't stop. I decided to see a doctor to make sure I didn't mess up my liver or something extreme.

"Hello Louis." Dr. Wolford said.

"Hi Doc." I replied.

"What can I do for you today?" he asked.

"Well I went on sort of a drinking binge over the past month or so, and now even though I stopped I can't seem to stop throwing up or just wanting to sleep the entire day." I explained.

"Interesting. Well why don't we do an ultrasound of your liver to make sure that everything is alright and functioning properly? Does that sound good?"

"Yeah sure. Sounds good doc."

We got up and walked into another room with an ultrasound machine. He grabbed the blue gel and told me to lay down and lift up my shirt. I laughed quietly to myself realizing how funny this looked because I saw my mom doing this when she was pregnant with Daisy and Phoebe. I laid down and he warned me about how cold it would be. I shivered slightly but then he began doing the ultrasound. I laid there looking at the ceiling, waiting for some kind of news. Suddenly, I heard Dr. Wolford gasp. I turned to face him and he looked utterly shocked.

"What's wrong?! Am I going to die?!" I asked, panicked at the look on his face.

"This can't be. I have to be wrong." He whispered to himself. He turned to face me. "Excuse me Louis, I have to go get one of my colleagues to make sure I'm correct in this."

He got up and left the room. I could feel myself begin to sweat. It was no more than a couple minutes before Dr. Wolford came back in the room and brought along another doctor. He started to do the ultrasound again and then turned to look at the other doctor. The doctor simply nodded and then walked out of the room. Dr. Wolford turned to me.

"Louis, son, there is something important I need to discuss with you." He started.

"What is it? Am I going to be okay? I'm too young to die! Oh man! My mom is going to kill me! I drank myself to death at 22 years old!" I rambled.

"Louis stop!" Dr. Wolford said. "You're not dying!"

I instantly felt relieved. "Oh good. Then what's the problem?"

"Louis" he said "it appears you are pregnant."

Suddenly, dying seemed like the better outcome of this.