Calum's POV
"Wow." I breathed.
"Agreed." Belle gasped.
I pulled her onto me, her head laying on my chest.
"I thought I should let you know, I have to leave for tour in two weeks." I whispered.
"You do?" She whined.
"Yeah. A guy offered us a recording contract, and he wants us to sing our original songs." I said, kissing her forehead.
"When did you find out?" She asked with a puppy face.
"Just yesterday. I swear I'll call everyday, Skype constantly." I sighed.
She nodded and got off, going to the bathroom.
I heard the door lock and her body slump against the door.
I heard her start to sob.
I went to the door and knocked.
"Belle, please come out." I said, leaning on the doorframe.
"No. Go away." She cried.
I slumped against the door, feeling her presence just on the other side.
After about ten minutes, she unlocked the door and I stood up.
She stepped into my arms and I wrapped them tight around her.
-2 weeks later-
I woke up at 4 in the morning to get everything around and go to the airport with the lads, who were downstairs.
I heard Belle in the bathroom.
It sounded like she was puking.
"Belle?" I asked, knocking on the door.
"Hey Cal." She wheezed, her voice raspy.
"You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, it must be Ashton's cooking." She laughed, puking again.
I opened the door and she was kneeled in front of the toilet in a thong and my Nirvana shirt.
She smiled and leaned forward to puke again.
I went behind her and held her hair back, rubbing circles in her back.
She cried and puked about four more times.
"What's wrong, babe?" I asked.
"My stomach hurts so bad." She cried.
"You'll be okay, I promise." I smiled.
"You should go get ready." She said.
"You'll be okay?" I asked.
She nodded and clung to the sides as she puked again.
She got up and flushed the toilet, then brushing her teeth.
She washed her face and dried off.
I smiled and grabbed my bags, heading downstairs.
The guys were all checking their bags to make sure they had everything.
"Wow, what took you so long?" Luke asked.
"Belle was sick and I was helping her." I said.
"Is she okay?" Ashton asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, just a stomach bug." I smiled.
I heard a thump from upstairs.
"I'll be right back." I said, running my hand through my hair.
"Let me get it." Mikey said.
He went upstairs after giving Luke a peck.
Annabelle's POV
"Hey Belle, you alright?" Mikey asked, leaning on the doorframe.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, standing up.
"How many times have you thrown up? According to Cal, it's been bad." He smiled sympathetically.
"About thirteen times."
"Wow. Do you need anything?" He asked.
"I think I'm fine." I smiled.
"Let me know if you do, okay?" He asked, and I nodded.
"Thanks." I grinned.
He came over and hugged me tight, kissing my nose.
"I'll miss you, Belle. I love you." He said.
"Love you too Mikey."
"Nice thong, by the way." He winked playfully.
"Thanks." I winked back.
I loved the fact that he and Luke were gay, because I could be butt naked and they wouldn't try anything.
I put on a pair of Calum's boxer shorts and went downstairs.
"Hey Belle!" Everyone chirped.
"Hi guys." I smiled.
Ashton came over to me and gave me a huge bear hug.
"Love you, sis." He whispered.
"Love you too, bro." I whispered back.
He gave me one last hug and ruffled my hair.
Luke gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Cal led me into the kitchen.
He put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him, giving me a long kiss.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept kissing him, over and over.
He was breathless and flushed.
"Excuse me for interrupting your feast on my sisters face, but we need to get going. The plane is leaving in an hour." Ashton said as he stepped into the kitchen.
Cal pulled back.
I nuzzled my head into his neck and breathed in his scent.
I kissed him one more time.
"I love you so much. I will be back in six months. Please be careful, and get better. My mom and dad will be here if you need them." He said, kissing my forehead.
"I love you more, Cal." I smiled.
"See you in six months." He beamed.
He waved goodbye as they pulled away in the van.
I sat on the couch and turned on the telly.
I wasn't paying attention to whatever was playing, just the fact that I would miss him so much.
At around seven, Mrs. Hood came downstairs.
"Good morning, Annabelle. How did you sleep?" She asked.
"Okay I guess. I woke up at four and threw up a few times, but I'm feeling better now." I smiled.
"Oh, what happened?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure it's nothing."
"If you need anything, let me know, okay?"
"Okay."
-2 weeks later-
I woke up to puke again.
This has happened every day for the past two weeks.
I groaned and went downstairs.
It was eight, and I was up late.
Mr. Hood was sitting at the table with coffee and the newspaper, while Mrs. Hood was at the stove cooking bacon.
"Good morning." I smiled, sitting across from Mr. Hood.
"Good morning. Feeling any better?" Mrs. Hood asked.
"Not really. I threw up again." I said.
"Again?" Mr. Hood asked.
I nodded.
"Maybe you should see a doctor." Mrs. Hood suggested.
"Oh, it's past eight. I better get going." Mr. Hood said, giving Mrs. Hood a quick peck.
"Love you." Mrs. Hood smiled.
"Love you too. Bye, Annabelle." He said, walking out the door.
"Now, I have a question." Mrs. Hood said.
"Okay." I replied.
"This is going to sound weird, but did you and Calum use protection?" She asked.
"I think so."
"You think so?"
"I mean, I didn't know what I was doing. I think he would've been responsible enough." I blushed.
"Do you think you're pregnant?" She asked.
"I don't know. I should be getting my period like tomorrow, or the day after." I said.
"Well, do you want a test?" She asked.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to check."
"That's right. Just letting you know, it's not like we would hate you if you were. You and Cal are engaged, after all. I'm going to run to the store now, I'll be back in a few." She said, grabbing her keys.
"Okay." I said as she walked out the door.
I went to stove and grabbed a few pieces of bacon.
I waited for a few minutes, and eventually she walked in.
"Here." She said, handing me a bag.
I went to the bathroom and opened the package.
"How many do I use?" I asked.
"Three." She said.
I closed the door and peed on three of the sticks.
I waited for ten minutes, then looked at them.
All three were positive.
I ran my hands through my hair.
Now what am I supposed to do?