One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Louis's POV:

One Week Later:

In last couple days Dannon has been very distant even from me. I don't know what exactly what's going on with her, but I made sure that the lads and I keep an eye on her because of the scares I saw on her wrist. I didn't tell her only because I had a friend who cut, and as soon as I confronted her about it she never talked to me again. Not long after she committed suicide. Now I can't go a day without thinking that I could have helped her in some way, but I am determine to keep Dannon happy and most importantly alive.

I looked down at the sleeping girl in my lap. I now treasure moments like this since it is the only time I get to be near her. I felt her forehead to check the fever gotten last night, which was still there, but worse. Just another thing that worried me about with this girl. I carefully lifted Dannon of of me making sure she didn't wake up. I went to the front of the plane, that was taking our next venue in Canada, got a cup of ice, and walked back to my seat.

"Danny," I said shaking her with the hand that wasn't holding the cup. "Danny, wake up." Her eyes opened have way barely showing her bright, beautiful blue eyes. "Chew on some ice it might help your fever."

"So will sleep," she sassed, and started to turn away from me, but I stopped her.

"You don't want to stay sick do you?" She rolled her eyes before she sat up, and took the cup from me. She leaned against the plane looking out the window as she ate her ice. "You don't talk to me anymore, why?"

Before she could answer me, she was shoving the cup back in my hand, and pushing pass to get to the restroom. I went after her when I heard the sounds of vomiting. Once I was in the small aeroplane restroom, sure enough was Dannon was in there puking on her guts. Even though of the smell, I stayed in with holding her hair, and rubbing her back.

"Are you alright?" I asked her once she was done.

"Peachy." I mentally face palmed myself. Of coarse she wasn't alright. Physically and emotionally she was ill. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have ignored you."

"Why did you, though."

"I-I... I just wanted to go away," she answered. It first I didn't know what she meant, but I soon understood. She wanted to kill herself. If I wouldn't have noticed her scars she could be dead right now. "If it wasn't you guys basically on my lap 24/7 I probably wouldn't be here." I slumped against the sink taking in everything she was saying. "Please say something, Louis."

I looked up at her eyes. Tears threatening to come pouring out. I pulled her into my arms, and buried my face in the crook of her neck. Her arms wrapping around my stomach.

"Please don't leave me, Danny," I said. "Promise you won't leave me."

"I promise."

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Dannon's POV:

Four Months Later:

I've been trying hard to keep my promise to Louis, but things aren't really better for me. For one the lad's tour has me back in Sydney for the second time this month, and if knowing that I am less than two hours away from my family isn't stressful than I don't know what is. The second one is making grow grey hair just thinking about it. I am pretty sure I am pregnant. At first I thought I was just late... for the fourth time, but now it very noticeable to me at least. I have a little baby bump that anyone else would have thought I just ate too much, but I know that's not the case at all. Right now I'm happy I'm not so big that anyone else can tell, because I am scare at what would the guys do if they knew. So for now they won't know.

I looked at the clock beside the hotel bed for the time. 19:23. The concert should be over now, and they should be back in a little bit. My stomach started growl even though I just dinner an hour ago. Yayyy cravings, note the sarcasm. I got the hotel phone from the table, and dialed Louis's number.

"Hey, Lou where are you?" I asked when he picked up.

"We just left the venue, why?"

"I was wondering if you could get me something from McDonald's."

"Of coarse, what do you want?"

"An Angus burger and a bubblegum squash mcflurry."

"Uhm, okay. I'll get it for you. Bye."

"Byeee." Yea, probably sound have mental right now, but if it will give me my food I'm fine with that. Speaking of my food if I wasn't in this situation I would not order a bubblegum squash mcflurry. I hate anything that bubblegum flavoured, but lately if there is bubblegum flavour anything it would be the first thing I get.

I continued watching the SpongeBob marathon until my food got here, which felt like a year, but it was more like thirty minutes. As soon as Louis handed me the bag, I instantly devoured the mcflurry. Louis simply shook his head sat on the bed with me watching SpongeBob.

"You've changed," Louis said out of nowhere.

"How?" I asked though the mouth full of burger.

"You eat much more, and you can be moody at times. Hell, if I didn't know better I would have thought you were pregnant."

"Haha," chuckled stiffly. "Well, it's a good thing you know better." Even though I didn't mean for it, the statement came out a tad bit bitter.

"No, it's just I've seen my mum pregnant three times, and you're kind of acting the way she did, is all. I didn't mean to offend you. I know you're stressed, buuuttt do you know what stressed is spelled backwards?"

"No," I said shaking my head when I gave up trying to think about it.

"DESSERTS!!!" He jumped off the bed, and got a quart of Oreo Cookie ice cream out of the mini fridge along with two spoons.

"You had ice cream, and didn't tell me?"

"Oh, hush," he said handing me the ice cream and a spoon. Before he could get the on bed the good, I had the lid off, and ate a hefty amount of the ice cream. "And you wonder why I didn't tell you about the ice cream!" he exclaimed and reached his spoon towards the ice cream, but I pulled it closer to me out of reach. "It was meant for us to share, Dannon."

When he tried to get some again, I said,"Grrrr," making him laugh so hard he didn't notice I started eating again, and was now half way through the ice cream.

"Aye, no fair," he pouted. I hated when he pouted, because I can't tough it out, and he knows it. I pushed the ice cream towards him. "Thanks, you're such a doll." I rolled my eyes at him and we went back to watching SpongeBob.

In the midst of watching the show, I felt movement in my lower stomach making gasp. Louis looked back at me to see what was wrong, but I stretched out my gasp into a yawn to make him less suspicious of me.

"You're tired already," he asked.

"Yea," I lied nodding my head. Once his attention was back on the telly, I placed my hand on my baby bump feeling my baby move. I must tell you this is the best feeling in the whole world, having a living, one day breathing human being inside of you. I absolutely wouldn't trade it for the world. Even though I had to go though this ordeal to have it to happen, in some weird way it is worth it.

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