A/N: So I just came to the realisation that I haven't been publishing this story on here, and I have no idea how I just forgot… but I'm 32 chapters in on Wattpad so I'll be updating it every day, if not twice a day, I hope you enjoy it :)

Chapter 1

"I'm pregnant."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No. No there's just no way."
"There's not no way Avi." I fold my arms, watching him trying to process the situation. He clearly isn't doing so well.
"Avi this is a huge deal okay, look at me. We need to talk about this."
"He's gonna kill me, or you. Probably more likely you," he points at me, then runs his hands through his hair, knocking his grey beanie off.
"Now you're being stupid." I roll my eyes, and snap my fingers in front of his face to get his attention. That's when he collapses, hitting the ground with a thud. I sigh, crouching next to him on the cold concrete balcony. My dress doesn't like this, it is quite tight and the heels are an awkward balancing act. But you know we are at my engagement party and all.
I'm not marrying Avi.

After a few minutes of sitting with an unconscious man beside me you'd think someone would come looking for me at my engagement party, especially since we'd been gone well over half an hour now. Well no, most of the people here tonight were Jeremy's friends, of course besides my mum, Jess, Gran and Granddad and the guys. I have a total of eight guests in this mass of eighty. Still no one had noticed Avi and I sneak off outside. I just grabbed his collar and dragged him off. Now don't you think that if the bride-to-be drags another guy off outside that surely someone would pick up on it?
Clearly no one really cares since the main attraction is still in the room. Jeremy. He'd organised everything and it is exactly how he wants it. The venue is dressed excessively in gold and royal blue. The flowers are black. What kinds of flowers are even black? Everything is over the top and flashy. I hadn't even wanted a party, let alone this.
I'm happy to be out of the room. It is stuffy and far too hot in there; the room is completely over crowded. It can't be safe, emergency wise. Outside is nice; the summer night breeze is cooling on my skin. I can smell the beach, I can't see it but I know it is just over the hill. We'd taken some pictures on that hill earlier, Jeremy and I with our parents, and various others. He'd reluctantly agreed to take one with the guys, but I knew he didn't even want them at the party. They are my small compromise though, if we had to have a party then they had to be there. I'd wanted to sing with them like we do all the time for fun. But Jeremy doesn't want that because he thinks it would make him look bad.
I sigh and look down at Avi again.
"Do you think I should have told someone? I thought you would have woken up by now." I hold my hand above his mouth, letting it hover there just long enough to tell that he is in fact still breathing.
"I'm sorry to have told you like this… Do you think I'm doing the right thing Avi?" I pause, even though I know he can't answer me at this moment.
"I love Jeremy, I really do, but I don't think he likes you, or Kev, or Scott or Mitch. He called Jess a brat the other day, it really upset her. You'd never call her a brat, even though you don't like her name," I smile slightly, my little sister has the same name as Avi's ex and I've always thought that was funny.
I sigh again, looking around the small outdoor space once more taking in the little pot plant trees and the flower baskets hanging overhead, now those were pretty flowers in the bright colours that I like. I focus back on Avi. He looks so peaceful as he always does when he sleeps, this isn't the same circumstance but in some ways it's the same idea.
I sit there brushing back his dark hair until his eyes finally flutter open. I can't help but smile when he looks up at me.
"I had the weirdest dream Kirst," he mumbles, moving to sit up, he gets as far as leaning on his elbows before he clutches at the back of his head, wincing.
"What happened in the dream?"
"Oh it was the worst," he chuckles before continuing, "You were pregnant." He laughs but my smile falls.
"Avi," I reach out for his hand, helping him to sit up fully. "You didn't dream that," I tell him seriously, clutching his hand, holding it tightly when he tries to pull away. I will not release him. "Please don't pass out again," I try to make light of the situation, but his expression doesn't change.
"Does Jeremy know?"
"No, you know he can't know, why would you even ask that? He can't, he just can't, it'd be a disaster. We were supposed to be careful Avi."