Leilani's POV:

Mike wheeled me out of the room that had me feeling claustrophobic after spilling my guts to everyone. The entire way from the backstage area to the closed off car park was spent in awkward silence until Mike hit the break on my chair and held out his packet of cigarettes in front of me.

"Go ahead take one, I owe you something," I carefully slid one from the box and hung it from my chapped lips.

"Like an apology?" I scoffed. Mike nodded excessively showing that he knew he owed me a lot more than that.

"I just don't know how to say it. I never thought that this would happen," he ran a hand through his long hair. He couldn't stand still as he tried to resist the urge of pacing back and forth. I wanted to yell at him and tell him I hated him but it would be a lie.

"Mike look, it's fine. Yes what happened was because I was upset about you cheating but it was my fault that I decided to get in the car and drive," I sighed in defeat as I admitted not only to Mike but myself that the accident was my responsibility not anyone else's. Mike stared at me in disbelief as if he couldn't believe what I'd said.

"But I shouldn't have done it, I don't know why I let her take over me like that. It was like a spell. I'm so sorry Lani! I never wanted to lose you," his voice cracked in his throat almost like he was about to cry as he rambled on his apology. How upset he was took me back a little and helped me forgive him more knowing that he was generally sorry.

"Mike stop beating yourself up about it please. I forgive you I do," I pleaded for him to listen to me.

"You ran straight back to Austin," Mike sighed as he stared off into the distance not daring to look me in the eyes.

"Maybe it was him I was meant to be with all along.." I trailed off knowing that I was only tried things with Mike in spite of being angry at Austin.

"I'm sorry I got between the two of you," he choked.

"You really didn't, you just opened my eyes. Anyway lets cut the shit talk can I have a lighter yet?" I tried to lighten the conversation. Mike dug through his pockets and lit the smoke up for me and then his own. The moment the tobacco entered my system my stomach curdled making me want to puke once more. I coughed out the smoke that I had inhaled and held the cigarette out to Mike.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked concerned.

"Just take it, I can't smoke that it's making me want to puke," I coughed violently as Mike took it from my hands and placed it in his mouth along with the one he had already lit making me chuckle at his goofy, walrus look he was now sporting.

"Weird reaction for a smoker," he cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow as he worried for me.

"Maybe it's just because I was sick earlier," I shrugged it off as nothing. I heard the loud noises of guitars kick up from the stage and instantly recognised the tune of 'Bones Exposed' but before asking Mike to take me side stage I snapped a photo of him with the two cigarettes in his mouth and uploaded it to instagram.

@leilanidean_: I didn't know @ptvmike was a walrus?! #sincewhen

"Hey!" Mike whined when he saw that I'd tagged him in the photo.

"Oh come on it's funny!" he laughed with me as he took a second look, "so the shows starting mind taking me up to the stage?" I asked without trying to sound to interested about getting back.

"Not at all but can I ask something first?" I nodded knowing he was going to bring up the breakdown he had recently interrupted before taking me out to have a smoke.

"Shoot," I motioned for him to ask his question.

"What was it all about?" he put to question his query.

"They think I'm pregnant because I was sick earlier and they kept bugging me so I told them why I knew I wasn't," I kept the answer as short as possible.

"Leilani?" he begged for another question without pushing the topic further.

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"If you were, could it be mine?" he asked shyly.

I hadn't even thought I'd been pregnant yet alone thought about whose it could be and his question certainly made me think a while before answering, "It would certainly be a possibility."

"Cool," I watched as he let his own thoughts take hold of him smiling to himself almost like he was excited by the idea of being a father.

"Cool?" I wondered.

"Yeah you know, I'd be a Dad, that'd be kind of cool. I'd have my own little Mexican running around that I could teach to play drums and stuff like that," he was completely in awe about the thought which made me think back to Austin's reaction. He looked scared, like he hated the thought of a child. I pushed back the thoughts knowing it didn't matter anyway.

"Sorry to break it to you Mike," I chucked trying not to break his innocent little heart.

"I know, you're not pregnant," he sighed before rolling me back inside towards the side of the stage to watch Of Mice And Men's show. As we neared the stage I could make out steps meaning it'd be difficult to hoist me up the staircase.

"Great," I moaned rolling my eyes knowing getting me up the stairs was a two man job and there was only one with me. We continued rolling closer anyway until we reached them and Mike stopped pushing the chair.

"Wait here," he ran up the stairs to find someone else I gathered.

"Why does everyone think I can magically go places?" I called after him but only got a chuckle in return.

Being alone for those few moments gave me some time to think about all this baby talk. I mean I could be pregnant, it's happened before, girls think they can't have kids and then boom! It's rare but it's certainly not impossible. My stomach churned as I felt more chunks of vomit push upwards in my throat but I didn't particularly want to throw up in my lap so I swallowed back the uncomfortable taste. Before I could revel in any more dreadful thoughts about a tiny human growing in my stomach Mike's laugh and the familiar sound of a certain English boy got closer to the stairwell. It kept growing louder until I finally saw Oli walking alongside Mike down the stairs.

"Hey love!" Oli cheered as he lifted me from my chair and heaved me up the stairs. Behind him Mike carried the chair and placed it on top of the stairs as Oli sat me back in it.

"Thanks," I looked up to the both of them from my spot.

"Any time," Oli grinned.

"Thanks for the chat Leilani, I'm gunna go find the guys. We'll catch up later?" I nodded without a word as he turned on his heels to find Vic and the others leaving me with Oli. He gently started to push me across the floors of the stage until Austin was in my view. He sat beside me on a plastic chair as he tapped his foot to the beat of Tino's drums.

"Feel better getting out of that stuffy hotel room Lana?" Oli yelled over the music giving me yet again another nickname that shortened my name.

"For sure. It's nice to spend it at the show too, its always such an amazing atmosphere," I yelled back taking in the surroundings of the loud music and loving fans.

"You can say that again!" Oliver agreed, "The fans are always so fucking awesome, they make it worth being away from your fiancée and family so long. If I didn't have them I'd be insane, so would anybody in a band really," he opened up to me.

"I can't imagine it'd be easy," I empathised with him.

"Don't you know what it's like? You're on tour too," he furrowed his eyebrows as he asked the question.

"Not really the only people back home is Mum and Dad, everyone else I care about is on this tour," I admitted.

"But you don't miss your parents?" he asked with confusion in his tone.

"I was away from them for eight years, I can handle a month and a bit," I laughed it off.

"Eight years?" he dug for more information so he could understand.

"The boys haven't filled you in?" first they don't tell him I was in a wheel chair, now this.

"Uh, with?" it was an obvious answer to my question.

"Don't freak when I tell you," he shook his head promising not to, "I was in jail for a while, just got out actually," his eyes widened in shock. I noticed how open I was being when just over a month ago when someone tried to talk about prison I'd had Austin in a headlock. What a change I mentally noted, happy with myself before breaking out of my thought and entering back into reality.

"Just got out?" he pleaded to know more.

"Yep right before tour. My parole officer landed me this job and it's the only reason I was allowed to leave the country, so here I am," he didn't dig for more.

"Well that explains why you don't hurt as much," I shrugged my shoulders but before I could reply more vomit came up the back of my throat. I swallowed it back again but this time I couldn't fight back the word 'pregnant' in my head.

"Oli?" I asked intent on changing the topic of conversation.

"Yes love?" he hummed as we watched on as Austin jumped around on the stage.

"You know how you helped me last night?" I continued as Austin screamed out the lyrics to Second and Sebring, only making me think more about soon becoming a family.

"Yeah, want to do it again?" he offered.

"Not really, well yeah but not now, but I do need your help again," I mentioned.

"Anything just ask," he was still focused on the guys performance before him as he spoke the words.

"Can we go buy a test tomorrow at the chemist," this had him looking at me and away from the stage.

"A test, what would you need a test fo-" he cut himself off as his mouth formed the shape of an 'o'.

"I think I could be pregnant," I struggled to admit through heavy breaths thinking this day would never come, "and I don't know whose it is," a hot tear escaped and rolled down my now red cheeks.

Notes

What do you think guys?! Like Lani said, it's not impossible! Keep reading to find out. It's not long until the end of this story guys so I hope you're all still enjoying it, thank you so much for reading!