Hey everyone :) I'm so so so sorry that I've practically abandonded this story for like a month but you know how it is - I kept planning to write more and more and eventually update it but everything just kept getting in the way like exams, friends etc.
Anyway, this is the next chapter of the story :) I've kinda been worried that this story is getting progressively worse as I carry on and so is my writing because I just haven't been able to think of any ideas for the next chapters :S ...but we'll just see how it goes for now. If you do have any ideas for me, I'd really appreciate them! :)

Okay enough of my rambling...here it is :)

Darcy's POV

I picked up my phone from my bedside table after being woken up by the sounds of the Palmwoods pool just outside the balcony of my room. I pressed the button at the bottom and the picture of my 3 month scan lit up the screen.

I smiled and stroked the screen as I read the date underneath the time – October 15th. One month since I was in Seattle. One month since the guys left for Europe. One month since the last time I spoke to James and one month since my so called "perfect" relationship ended.

I hadn't really done much since then. As soon as I got back home, I just needed to be by myself so I just locked myself away in my room. I just couldn't face it. After a few days, I came out to the apartment and would spend the days with Camille or Ryan just lounging around in pyjamas for most of the time.

I was kinda speaking to the guys through Camille but I couldn't bring myself to talk to them myself – I just didn't know what to say to them. I didn't want to have to explain why I didn't tell James straight away. Even I can't remember why I didnt, I just guess it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Right, I might as well get up and do something today, I need something to disract me. I looked in the mirror at my stomach from the side.

It's officially noticable now. Apparantly, Logan has been researching and reading medical books on pregnancy ever since I told them I was pregnant and was telling Camille all about what I should be doing and what the baby's like. I swear he knows more about it than I do!

According to him, the baby already had fingers and toes as well as having eyelids, eyebrows, eyelashes, nails, hair and could hear my voice. Knowing this just keeps making it all the more real.

I just sigh and run my hand over my stomach. Although I never actually planned this baby, it's already the most important thing in my life and I am going to try my hardest to give him or her everything it needs. I just grab my grey sweats and zebra print tank top, throw my hair up into a messy bun and walk out into the living room, not bothering with any make up.

I casually strolled over to the sofa and reached over to pick up the remote thrown on the cusions while yawning. I switched the TV over to the celebrity news before falling backwards on to the sofa.

Last week I told my agent, Melanie, about being pregnant. Obviously she wasn't thrilled, imagining all the hysteria that could develop but Mel's like family to me – she's really helped my career and I can never thank her enough for that.

Eventually, she calmed down and told me she would sort everything out and that I should just try and keep quite about it for as long as I can and check the news whenever I could just to make sure nothing was leaked.

"Welcome back! If you'vejust joined us, we are here with boy band phenomena Big Time Rush!"

My attention quickly turned to the TV in front of me and I desperately searched for the remote I threw somewhere. Where the hell did I put it? I could hear the chuckles of the guys on screen.

"So guys, how are you enjoying your time here in Europe?" the interviewer asked with a irritatingly sweet voice.

"It's great thanks!" Carlos answered enthusicastically as he smiled back at the woman. I looked at the screen breifly while shoving my hands down the back of the couch. I gave a small smile – I'd missed his optimism and smile that always managed to cheer me up.

"It's such an amazing oppurtunity to be able to travel around the world and visit all our fans – we're having so much fun." Logan smiled at the woman before turning to smile at the rest of the guys. Kendall and Carlos we're smiling too.

But something else caught my attention – James. He just sat there at the end of the sofa looking distant and pre occupied but nodding while gazing at the floor. Not smiling, not making eye contact- nothing, just staring at the floor.

I miss him. I know what I did was probably the worst thing I could've done and I knew he would react badly but I never thought James could be as hurtful as he was.

I mean I know nowone's faultless, I'm definately not but James was the closest I knew to being perfect. I remember thinking that on our first date.

Flashback

I stared back at my reflection in the mirror after changing my outfit for like the 13th time. My bedrrom floor was covered in disguarded clothes I had tried on within the last 3 hours before finally settling on what I was wearing now.

My dress was one sleeved and black with a little section cut out on the right side of my waist. I remember buying this because it highlighted the curves of my figure, that I was usually so insecure about, in a nice way.

I mean, James said to dress up but I didn't want to over do it and look riduculous and or even under do it and look desperate and slutty. I decided to put my hair in a messy-ish bun with strands of hair framing my face and to keep my make up fairly simple as well.

"I guess this is as good as it's gonna get." I muttered to myself under my breath before taking one last look in the mirror and grabbing some bangles and my black heels as I walked out of my room.

"Ry, do I look alright?" I asked my lazy potato of a brother as he was laying across the couch eating a bag of popcorn, not really paying attention to anything other than the game show on the TV in front of him.

"Ryan?" I repeated when he didn't respond as I hopped across the floor attempting to put on one shoe after another.

"Hmm?" he asked before seeing me gesture to the outfit I had just spent hours deciding on.

"Oh, yeah, it's fine." He mumbled through a mouth full of popcorn.

"Fine?" I replied questioningly. It cannot just be fine. I'm going on a date with James Diamond – it has to be perfect.

"I meant good. Really nice." He said as he realised his mistake – I think he knows me too well. I just sighed back in response before before sorting out a few strands of hair left to frame my face in the mirror.

"Where are you going again?" he said loudly, not taking his eyes off the TV.

"I told you all this Ry – I meeting James in the lobby and then we're going for a meal. " I was kinda starting to stress out about this date. I mean what if he decided he made a mistake? What if I do or say something wrong?

"Oh right – which one is James again?"

"One of the guys from the music video last week. Tall, perfect brunette hair, mesmerising smile – generally gorgeous and charming." I replied with a smile. Yes I admit that I was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush but I couldn't help myself. He just has that affect on me.

"Is he the one that shreiks loudly a lot?" he asked.

I had to laugh at that. James did have a tendacy to scream like a girl occassionally.

"Yes that's him...anyway, I'll see you later." I told him as I grabbed my purse and opened the apartment door.

"Ok, have fun...be safe...love you!" he replied.

"Will do, always am and love you too!" I shouted back before shutting the door behind me and heading towards the elevator.

I ran into the empty elevator that someone had just walked out of , the doors shut quickly behind me and I stood in the back corner of the box. I couldn't help but chip at my black nail varnish. It's a habit I've had for as long as I can remember, I mean I do it when I'm bored, upset or usually when I'm as nervous as I am now.

I felt kinda sick with nerves. I mean, I haven't been on a date in ages and especially not witha guy who makes me act the way I do when I'm with James. I actually have to remind myself to speak when he smiles at me and I feel weak at the knees whenever I catch his eyes.

God, I hope I look ok. I want this to go right so badly. Just as I was about to run away with my thoughts as I tended to do when the doors to the elevator opened.

Ok, I straightened out the bottom of my dress before taking a deep breath and walking out into the lobby with my heels tapping on the floor of the elevator before hitting the soft carpet.

As I walked out to the area where all the chairs are I immediately saw James sitting on one of the sofas twirling a something pink between his fingers.

Damn, he looked ...really good. He was wearing black jeans, a white button down shirt with a reddish coloured tie, a leather jacket over the top of it all and to top it off not a single hair was out of place on his head.

I realised that I had just stopped in the middle of floor staring at him when he looked up and noticed me just standing there. So, he smiled brightly at me and started walking over to me.

Crap, that smile gets me everytime. I smiled back and mouthed "hi" to him as he headed in my direction.

"Hey." He said happily when he finally reached me. Oh God, I forgot how nice his voice was.

"Hi." It's all I could manage to say to him. I could feel my heartbeat in my feet and I got a werid tingling sensation in my stomach.

"You look great. This is for you..." he told me as he held out the single pink rose he had been playing with as he waited in the lobby.

"Wow...Thank you." I managed to whisper out as I took the rose from him and stroked the petals softly. I reached up to put the flower in my hair so I wouldn't have to worry about carrying and looking after it all evening.

"Here. Let me." James said sweetly before taking the rose out of my hands and and carefully threading it through my messy bun. I just smiled at the floor as he pushed it through and stood back in front of me with his famous smile on his face."There. Perfect." He announced.

"Thank you." I replied carefully touching the new addition to my hair.

"Shall we?" James asked gesturing to the door while holding out his hand for me to take.

I could only nod and smile as I took his hand and we headed for the exit of the Palmwoods.

I think this is going to be a good night.

After our meal at an Italian restaurant, James wanted to show me his favourite beach in LA. I could see why it was his favourite though – it was beautiful, especially at night.

We walked along the shore line with our shoes in our hands laughing and talking like we had done the whole night long. James had been telling em all about the antics him and the guys had been up to since they were in LA and how they even came here in the first place.

I suddenly felt a cool breeze from the ocean on my exposed shoulder and without even realising it I shivered but just as I did James took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. I felt really bad because he must have been freezing without it.

"James it's really cold, I think you should keep it on..." I told him as I started to take off my new source of warmth to give back to him.

"Hey, I spent 16 years in Minnesota. I'm sure I can handle one chilly May evening in California." He smiled back at me not showing signs of having to face the cool breezes in the air. "Besides I'd rather be the one suffering instead of you..."

"That's sweet." I whispered back with a smile before sitting down on the sand, facing the moonlit ocean, burying my toes in the sand and continuing our conversation.

"I feel like I've only talked about me this evening. Tell me more about you." James asked smiling running the sand through his fingers.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Everything." He replied with a charming smile that made his eyes twinkle. I noticed that they had little flecks of green in amongst their beautiful hazel colour.

So, I told him pretty much everything. About being at the orphange, why I do what I do, why I'm in LA, how Ryan is the only family I've ever had or needed and more. I felt comfortable with James. Like, we could talk about anything. It felt liked I'd known him for years.

He actually looked genuinely interested in hearing about it all though. He asked questions and really listened to everything I had said.

"James, can I ask you a question?" I inturuppted myself. One thing had been playing on my mind all evening and I had to get an answer.

He nodded for me to continue.

"Why did you ask me out tonight?" I asked – I had to know the reasoning behind it.

"What do you mean?" he sounded and looked confused. Darn he has a cute confused face.

"Seriously? You're James Diamond! As in THE James Diamond of Big Time Rush! There must be thousands of girls dying to go out with you. Infact I'm sure you'd only have to say "Hi" to them and they'd be willing to sleep with you as well – actually you probably wouldn't even need to do that much! What I mean is, you can have your pick out of thousands of beautiful girls who adore you, yet you ask ME out? I just...I'm a little confused." I blurted out to him as he smiled and laughed at the waving hand gestures I do when I talk.

"Darcy, you're the only girl that I wanna go out with right now and you are probably more beautfiul than all of those other girls coud ever dream of being..."

"Yeah right..." I mumbled inturuppting him with a little laugh.

"I'm being honest Darce. When I first met you I remember thinking how stunning you are and you seemed like a really genuine, decent girl which I now know you are. You wouldn't believe how many fake girls there are, but you...you're real. I like you and I think tonight has just made me like you even more –you treat me and talk to me like just another normal guy and you look absolutely beautiful."

I was a little shocked to say the least. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I was biting my lip and smiling throughout him talking and I couldn't take my eyes of his.

Next thing I know, he keep switiching his eye focus from my lips, to my eyes and then back to my lips again. He leaned his head closer to mine and I did the same and before I know it I feel his slightly parted lips against mine.

Words can't even describe how perfect it was. It was passionate, but still gentle. Unexpected but completely desired. His lips were so soft and he was tender yet dominating. I literally forgot anything I had been thinking about in the last 5 minutes because this one kiss told me everything I needed to know about what James was trying to say.

I didn't want it to end but my body's natural instict to breathe forced us to have to stop. We pulled apart slowly before catching each others eyes and laughing slightly as we smiled at each other. He pulled me closer and wrapped one arm around my shoulder and taking my hand in the other.

"You really have a way with words don't you?" I teased him. James knew he was charming and he definetely used it to his advantage, but it's what made him him.

He laughed and swished his hair to the side before replying. "Why yes I do. It's one of my many amazing qualities." He said with a wink.

"Oh and I'm assuming extreme modesty is one of those qualities right?" I joked as we both laughed. God, I love his laugh. As soon as it died out though I turned to his smiling face that took my breath away.

"Thank you James, for everything. I really like you too."

I was brought out of my flashback by the guys' European interview that was still playing on the TV in front of me.

"So guys we know you're loving being here in Europe , but aren't you missing the States? There's got to be certain people in people you're missing inparticularly right?" the fake interview asked them all. This woman was starting to get on my last nerve.

Kendall forced a smile to answer the question. I knew they all hated to be constantly asked about their relationships but it's what the public wanna know about so they kinda don't really have a choice.

"We are definetely loving Europe and all our fans over here, but of course there are people we're missing back home. 10 months is a long time to be apart from people you care about." He told the woman before continuing. "But they're all very supportive and we are always thinking about them – they know who they are. Right guys?" he replied before smiling in to the camera.

Logan and Carlos both agreed and smiled just like Kendall had done but James just still sat there staring at the floor. He suddenly realised that he was going to have to interact at some point so he turned to the rest of the guys and smiled along with them.

That was enough. I didn't want to watch anymore. I couldn't watch anymore. I picked up the remote from the cushion next to me and turned the TV off before heading towards the kitchen.

I swear I have never eaten so much as how much I have in the past 4 months. This kid is gonna end up being so fat because it makes me eat so much. I reach into the cupboard of the kitchen, grab a bowl, some cereal and milk out of the fridge before leaning on the kitchen island to eat while thinking.

We're always thinking of them...bullshit. I bet James hasn't thought about me since Seattle. The other guys had all tried to contact me in some way, but James? Nope. Nothing. Not even a message for Camille to give to me.

I took some more mouthfuls of my cereal as I continued thinking. I don't need James. I can survive perfectly well on my own. I'm not even completely on my own really. Me and the baby don't need James. You always here about single mothers don't you? So I'll be the only parent my child needs. I don't need him.

...but I still want him. These few months he's been gone I have felt so lonely and I really miss him. I doubt he feels the same way but I don't think I'll stop loving him, I don't think I could. Needing someone and wanting them are two completely different things.

My thoughts were inturuppted as Camille and Katie burst through my apartment door with piles of something in the arms. They looked suspicious and flustered and they obviously didn't know I was standing in my kitchen as they started to talk about me.

"Camille where are we going to hide these?" Katie kinda half whispered half shouted at my best friend gesturing to the stack of things in her hand.

"I don't know! I don't really have anymore room in my apartment to hide them and Ryan told us to find somewhere in here where Darcy would find them!" she replied frantically.

Oh, so they're hiding something from me...great.

"Where Darcy won't find what?" I asked from my standing place in the kitchen as the two girls turned around looking like rabbits caught in the headlight.

"Nothing!" They both replied quickly before trying to hide whatever they were holding.

Right, Katie's sneaky and a good liar so she won't tell me...but Camille? I could get Camillie to give it to me.

"Camille, I'm 4 months pregnant and I'm already not in the greatest mood today – do you really want to anger me some more?" I asked sweetly with a menacing twist. She shook her head as if she was full of fear. "Exactly. Now if you want to keep me happy, you will give me whatever is behind your back." I continued.

She sighed and put a stack of celebrity gossip magazines down on the table and I immediately reached for the one on the top.

"Camille!" Katie shouted before putting her pile next to the ones Camille and just put down.

But I wasn't interested in what they were saying, I kinda blocked it out. I just couldn't stop staring at the front page of the shiny magazine in front of me.

"Darcy Carmichael Pregnant with Big Time Baby!"

I sudddenly felt sick and I had to hold on the kitchen island to stop my legs from buckling under me.

This is bad. This is really bad. Shit.

There we have it :) Any thoughts or ideas would be really appreciated if you have any because like I said before, I'm worrying that it's not really going anywhere at the moment...:S
Anyway, thank you so much for reading and particular thanks to anyone who has reviewed throughout the entire story - they always manage to put a smile on my face :)
I'll try to update sooner in future ;)

Much Love Always

Ally xx