Shit.

Double fuck.

Oh my god.

Hi, I'm Catlin.

I'm 17, turning 18 in a few weeks.

Oh and I'm pregnant with Liam Payne's baby

I'm in so much shit.

And how did this happen you ask, well. My best friend, who I've known since I was 2, Beau, is dating One Direction's bad boy, Zayn. When she told me they were, I spat my drink out and laughed in her face and told her all that fan-girling had gone to her head. To say I was surprised when I walked through her front door one day to find her cuddling and kissing Zayn Malik, would be an understatement. Zayn and I were actually quite close, I considered him as a brother. I've meet the other boys as well, who are all lovely and charming lads, but, Liam has always caught my attention, there was something about that curly haired boy who seemed to the mature one of the boys. Anyway, about a month ago, the boys had a New Year's Eve party, which Beau and I went to. I got a little bit drunk, and when I mean a little, I mean a lot. Liam had just broken up with his girlfriend Danielle, simply because they had lost the spark they had when the first started dating. The last thing I remember, is straddling Liam, and then nothing.

It's amazing how one word can change your life. In my case, the word Positive. Has changed mine. I felt sick looking at the word which was printed across the screen of a blue stick. I had taken five tests, all different brands. And they all came out positive. I'm screwed. Luckily, I could buy myself some time; my parents were away on a 3 week business trip. I sighed and looked at myself in the large mirror which was placed behind the sink. I stood to the side and rolled my top up, my stomach looked bloated, not so much you could tell. I sighed once again and walked out the bathroom, slamming the door shut on the way.

I should of seen the signs coming. For weeks now I haven't been myself, I've been getting up during the night, for no reason. I cry for no reason. Not to mention, the morning and night sickness, which is one of the most obvious signs of being pregnant?

I needed to tell someone. I couldn't get this bottled up for any longer. Otherwise I think I'd go insane. I grabbed my White Blackberry Torch and dialled Beau's number, she picked up right away.

"Hey Catlin!"

"Hey B, is there any chance you could come to my house, I need to tell you something, its important" I said seriously.

"Okay, I'm actually about 15 minutes away from your house, I've just been out to lunch with Zayn" She sighed dreamily. I rolled my eyes as I walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge, I got excited when I saw it was full of food.

"You too are disgustingly cute, hurry up!" I said, hanging up and throwing the phone onto the counter. My eyes lit up when I noticed a pot of Nutella, I quickly grabbed it, then I noticed some strawberries, which I grabbed. I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I turned on the TV, I switched it over to MTV. 'What Makes You Beautiful' had to be playing. Oh well, at least Liam is extremely attractive and he's nice, it's just a downside that he's part of the biggest boy band in England. That's my main worry, the story getting out. Not only would it ruin Liam's good boy image, I would get so much hate.

"Catlin! I'm here!"

"I'm in here!" I shouted through a mouthful of food. She walked into the room. Beau was one of them all around girls, you couldn't point out any flaws in her. She had the cutest baby face, with cute dimples and massive brown eyes, a petite figure. She was also extremely nice and caring.

"Jesus Catlin, its only 10 in the morning!" She gasped, referring to the mess I had already made on the table.

"I'm hungry" I said frowning.

"I can see" She giggled.

"How did your lunch date go?" I asked, as I dipped another strawberry into the Nutella pot.

"Great, he took me to this really nice Morden restaurant"

"That's nice" I put down the food and turned to face her. "Okay, Beau. I've got something to tell you, you cannot tell anyone about this"

"Okay" She said, nodding slowly. I took a deep breath and said.

"I'm pregnant, and the Daddy is Liam" Her face, the look couldn't be described. I thought I was going to cry, but I didn't.

"What?" She asked, standing up.

"I slept with him at the new year's eve party" I said quietly.

"Oh my god! Catlin, how many weeks are you gone?"

"About 12"

"You need to tell Liam."

"No. Not yet"

"Catlin, get your ass up stairs, get dressed, were going to tell Liam now!" She shouted, pointing out the door. I slowly got up, to be honest; I was scared about what she was going to say or do. If I didn't do as she said.