•Michael•

I'm currently watching some movie in my room at a low volume, so that it won't wake Valerie up. She's been passed out for at least 2 hours now. During this time, I've noticed that she is a really cute sleeper.

A ringing sound echos throughout the room and I realize it's her phone. To stop it from waking her up, I decide to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Where is Valerie?" I hear her worried best friend Mia ask. Vee must have been serious when she said she didn't get calls from anyone else.

"She's right here next to me. She fell asleep," I tell her.

"How do I know you didn't do anything to hurt her?" she asks in a more playful but also serious tone.

"I'm not crazy," I laugh.

"No but I still think you're an ass."

I sigh, "Yeah... I want to apologize for that day. I should have never said that and I'm sorry it hurt her. I have a problem with my attitude at times and I took it out on her. She's definitely not... what I said," I end softly, looking at the girl in my bed.

"Hmm... okay, that's better. I'm guessing things went okay?"

"Yeah I guess you could say that. We're okay," I respond, thinking about everything that went down today.

"Okay. Let Val know I called. And Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Take good care of her and the baby," she says before hanging up.

I stare at the phone for a minute before placing it on my nightstand. Her words play over in my head and it stresses me out even more.

I want to take good care of them, but what if I can't? What if I'm too young or immature for this responsibility? I only have a few months to figure out my shit and I'll be on tour for a good bit of them.

It hasn't really even hit me yet, the reality of this situation and I don't know when it will. It almost feels like a dream, or for some guys a nightmare. But it is real... and this is happening whether I want it to or not.

...

•Valerie•

I finally wake up, thanks to good ole morning sickness. It takes me a second to get the the bathroom from Michael's room. Thankfully I make it just in time.

After I'm sure that I'm done, I clean myself up before walking downstairs to the kitchen. I definitely need some water because I'm starting to feel dehydrated.

I reAch in the fridge and grab a cold water before turning around and almost dying from a heart attack.

Standing up against one of the counters is Brady. He's looking at me with raised eyebrows and it's honestly kind of scary. I glance at the time on the microwave and see that it's almost 4 in the morning.

"Oh you scared me. Hey," I speak up as I open the water bottle and take a few sips.

"You're just helping yourself there, aren't you?" he nods at the water bottle in my hand.

I frown, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake Michael up just to ask if I could have some water. I won't do it again."

He shifts and turns at more of an angle so that he's now facing me completely. An uncomfortable silence falls between us and I awkwardly drink some more water.

"I'm going to be honest, Valerie. I don't trust you. Not one bit. And I don't know what game you're playing at but I think we both know that baby isn't Mike's," he moves closer to me, causing me to back away.

I would be lying if I said he didn't frighten me just a bit. Which is sad because he's like a couple years younger than me.

"What? Why would you say that? I'm not the kind of girl that would sit here and lie about something as big as this," I try to defend myself.

I really feel attacked at the moment.

"I don't buy it. Did someone put you up to this? Are you looking for money?" he questions like it's an investigation.

"No! I'm not lying," I whisper.

He moves even closer, and now my back is up against the counter next to the fridge and I really don't like how close he's standing to me. I feel cornered.

"I know what you really are. You have the rest of them convinced but I know that you're just a slut looking for a happy ending. You're trying to take advantage of Michael, and I won't let you. You need to leave - now," I let out a whimper at the tone of his voice.

"Are you threatening me?"

He laughs, "No. Not yet. But if you don't leave, who knows what'll happen."

He looks at me one last time before finally leaving the kitchen and going upstairs.

I start to feel the walls close in on me and I'm having trouble catching my breath. That's when I know I'm having a panic attack, the first time I've had one in years.

I try to calm myself down but by the time I realized what was happening it was too late.

And then everything went black.

(A/N: sorry i made brady kind of an ass in this chapter. oops.

what did you think? she had a panic attackkk and passed out.)