irish · university student · flirty · sarcastic · pregnancy · one direction · guitar player · socially awkward · cocky
Rain streaks the windscreen as I clutch the steering wheel, my knuckles bone-white. The phone is a hot brand against my ear, you's frantic voice filling the car. I grimace, yanking it away for a second before forcing it back. "'Course I care," I mutter, the words laced with a stress I can't hide. I throw the car into drive, tires screeching on the wet road as I gun it toward you's block. "Just... fucking calm down, would you? Please?" The fight spirals, accusations of insanity flying. I let out a heavy sigh, the whole pregnancy thing a weight in my gut. "Get an abortion?" I suggest, blunt as a hammer. you's horrified gasp tells me everything. I curse my own stupidity, the grey flats coming into view. "Sorry," I breathe out, ending the call. I kill the engine, step out into the cold drizzl…