Fanfiction Young and in Love || 5SOS Michael x OC *Ch. 4 posted 3/25/22* (1 Viewer)

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So yeah, this is another 5SOS fanfic that I'm shamelessly posting! lol But I might do a K-pop version of this if I'm able to take it far enough.

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Chapter 1
Word count: 973
Characters in this chapter: Savannah Malone (MC), Josh Decker (Savannah's boyfriend/baby daddy), Paulina Clements (Savannah's foster mom), Adam Clements (Savannah's foster dad), Dani Swanson (Savannah's friend #1), Megan Elliott (Savannah's friend #2)
Summary: Savannah, who is currently in foster care due to her biological dad's alcoholism, finds out she's moving back in with him.

“Have a good evening, guys!” my algebra teacher, Mr. Lloyd, called after us as the dismissal bell rang. “Remember to study for the quiz on Monday!”

I followed the other students out of the room and went to my locker, where my boyfriend Josh was waiting for me. He’s also the father of our unborn child, with whom I’m 16 weeks pregnant. We kissed each other on the cheek before chatting.

“So, I was thinking about going on another date,” Josh began. “I’m busy this weekend, but what do you say I pick you up next Saturday for dinner at the new Mediterranean place?”

Josh was referring to a new restaurant that’s just opened in town. I’d wanted to try it out ever since they started building it.

“Sure!” I agreed. “I’ve actually been meaning to check that out. Saturday night sounds awesome.”

“Then it’s a date! I’ll pick you up at six, and I’d tell you to wear something sexy, but you’re already pregnant.”

I laughed and playfully nudged Josh away. “You’re such a dork. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

When the bus dropped me off at home, I was greeted at the door by my dog Stormy, who is two years old and the perfect mix of Lab and Australian shepherd.

“Hi, baby!” I greeted back, scratching her behind the ears. “Do you want to go to the park?”

Every Friday, I take Stormy to the dog park and play with her there to get her energy out. On other days, I just take her around the block a few times.

“Ruff!” Stormy barked as an affirmative.

I took Stormy’s leash off the coat hanger, to which Stormy barked again and wagged her tail.

“Not yet, Stormy – sit!”

Stormy obeyed this and the “stay” command, after which I praised her and hooked leash to collar.

“Now, wait…” I said as I opened the door; she did. “Good girl; let’s go!”

Stormy and I spent the next hour at the park, and by the time we got home, Pauline had returned from work.

“Hey, Sav,” she greeted as I let Stormy off her leash and put my books down. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” I said. “I’m totally ready for the weekend, though.”

Pauline laughed. “I don’t blame you one bit! Can we talk for a second?”

“Okay,” I said hesitantly as I joined her on the couch. Adam was working on his laptop in the easy chair adjacent to the couch.

“I got a call from your caseworker today,” Adam began, “and she says your birth father is ready to take you back.”

My jaw dropped at the very idea of my dad suddenly giving a fuck about me. We hadn’t been in contact in over two years.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Last I checked, Dad was a raging alcoholic and didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“According to Pam, he’s all sobered up now,” Pauline said. “He lives in California now with his new wife and step-kids. Wouldn’t you like to see him again, Savannah?”

“But…” I said, struggling to find words. “No. I am absolutely NOT going back to a man who used to neglect me all the time.”

“Well… okay, then,” Adam said. “I guess I’ll just call Pam back and tell her you’re not interested… but your dad will be quite disappointed when he hears this.”

“Wait – he was being sincere?” I asked.

“Yep! So, who would you rather stay with – us or your own family?”

“Well, if Dad really wants me back, I guess I’ll go back!”

Pauline smiled. “We knew you’d change your mind.”

**

The following Monday, I told everybody at school about my moving to California. I wasn’t quite ready to tell Josh yet because I was afraid of how he’d react, so I was relieved when I didn’t see him first thing.

“Why California?” my friend Dani asked. “That’s like a thousand miles away!”

“That’s where my dad lives now,” I said. “Pauline told me on Friday that he wants me back, so that’s where I’m going.”

“Well, I’m jealous! I hear their beaches are gorgeous. I take it you’re moving to a beach city?”

“Yep – San Clemente. But there’s one big problem – what do I do about Josh? It’s not like I can just break up with him; I’m having his baby, for Christ’s sake!”

“Aw, he’ll understand! Just be upfront about it and don’t string him along. It’s also best if you tell him right away, because if he does get angry, he won’t be as pissed as if you’d dumped him at the last minute.”

“Did I just hear ‘California’, ‘moving’, and ‘break up’ in the same conversation?” I suddenly heard Josh ask suspiciously.

I felt a lump in my throat as I turned to look at him. “Um…” I croaked.

“Just say it!” Megan whispered in my ear.

I sighed. “I think we need to break up,” I said. “I’m moving to California, and I don’t know how well we’ll handle the distance. I’m sorry.”

“Liv, come here.” Josh wrapped his arms around me. “It’s going to be okay; just because you’re moving away, doesn’t mean we can’t call and text each other.”

“That’s true… but it just won’t be the same; I say we break up and just be friends.”

“I say we give it a try, at least for the first week or so. Are you okay with that?”

I shrugged. “Sure, what the heck?”

“See?!” Megan exclaimed. “I told you!”

“So, when are you moving?” Josh asked me. “And where?”

I shrugged. “Whenever Dad’s ready for me to move in, I guess. I’m moving to San Clemente, which is south of Los Angeles.”

“Oh, cool; you’ll be a beach bum, then.”

Josh and I laughed together. “I guess so!”

 

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Chapter 2
Word count: 1172
Total word count: 2145
Characters in this chapter: Savannah, Paulina, Sophia Malone (Savannah's twin sister); Mr. Malone (Savannah's dad); Raquel, Tatiana, and Nico Martinez (Savannah's stepsiblings); Carmela Martinez (Savannah's stepmom)
Summary: Savannah flies into her new hometown of San Clemente, California, and is pleasantly surprised to hear that her twin sister Sophia is joining her in the move. Later, Sophia convinces Savannah to go to the beach with her.

Four months later, it was finally time for the big move from a small town in Iowa to a big city in California. At the airport, Pauline and I chatted while we waited for Dad’s plane to come in.

“It’s been a great pleasure having you around, Savannah,” she said. “I hope you have a great time in California, and Adam and I will be missing you a lot.”

“Aw, thanks!” I said, blushing. “I had a good time living with y’all, too.”

Pauline and I shared a hug, and as we pulled away, I heard my name being called. I turned around to see a girl approaching whom I didn’t immediately recognize as Sophia. Her hair was done in a French braid, and as far as I could recall, she never wore it up. She was followed shortly thereafter by Dad, who had lost weight and gotten a haircut since I last saw him.

“Sophia?!” I cried as I threw my arms around her. “What are you doing here?!”

“Dad took me back!” Sophia replied excitedly. Then, something dawned on her, and she added, “Wait – you too?!” I smiled and nodded.

“That’s right,” Dad said. “I’m taking you both back. I’d gone to rehab while you were away, as well as anger management classes, so I felt I was ready to have my girls again.”

“By the way, Savannah – are you having a baby?” Sophia asked.

“Yep, she’s due any day now,” I informed her.

“Congratulations!” Dad commented. “I don’t condone you having had teenaged sex, but I’m happy for you. You girls will love your stepmom, by the way; her name is Carmela, and she’s an immigrant from Nicaragua.”

“That’s cool!” I remarked as we followed Dad to the gate for Los Angeles. “I’ve been studying Spanish in school. How many kids does she have? I know Paulina here said you have step-kids.”

“She has four: Clara is nineteen, Tatiana is fourteen, Nicolas is eleven, and Raquel is seven.”

“By the way, I hope you don’t mind that I brought my dog. Her name is Stormy, and she’s an Aussie/Lab mix.”

“No, I love dogs! Raquel is a little afraid of them, though, so you may want to keep Stormy away from her for a few days.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

Our flight was then announced over the PA system to be boarding, and Dad asked if we were ready to go.

“Yep!” I said confidently.

About six hours and a brief layover in Denver later, we arrived at LAX and drove to Dad and Carmela’s house, which turned out to be about triple the size of Adam and Pauline’s house. It was made up of pale-yellow siding and white trim; the driveway was long and went up a slight hill as it led to the white garage, and to the right of the garage was a small flight of stairs leading up to the front door. Two tall palm trees stood on either side of the driveway, and from what I could see beyond the picket fence, the backyard was perfect for Stormy to run around and play in.

“Welcome back home, girls!” Dad announced as he put the car in park. “What do you think so far?”

“It’s pretty,” Sophia said as we got out and gathered our things. “I love the palm trees.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “I also like how big the backyard is – it would be perfect for Stormy.”

With my backpack on my back and my suitcase rolling along behind me, I walked Stormy into the house, where a little girl was sitting cross-legged on the living room couch as she colored in a Disney-themed coloring book. Stormy wagged her tail like a pendulum as she moseyed over to where the little girl was sitting and started sniffing her. In response, the girl gasped in fear and coiled back into the cushions.

“Bad dog!” she scolded. “Go away!”

“Aw, she only wants to say hi,” I soothed. Tugging on her leash, I gave Stormy the “off” command, which she obeyed. “I’m Savannah, by the way; what’s your name?”

“That’s Raquel,” Dad explained. Then, he turned his head and called out, “Mel, the girls are here!”

Carmela, a woman in her early forties with tanned skin and shoulder-length, wavy brown hair, came into view from downstairs and smiled when she saw me and Sophia.

“Hola, chicas!” she greeted. “Bienvenidas a California.”

“Gracias,” I said, shaking her hand. “I’m Savannah, and that’s my twin sister Sophia. You’re Carmela, right?”

“Yes, I am!” She looked at my belly and added, “How far along are you with your baby? Your father told me you were pregnant.”

“Yeah, I’ll be 37 weeks tomorrow.”

“What part of Nicaragua are you from?” Sophia asked.

I’m from Jinotega, in the north-central region. Where are you two from?”

“Savannah, Missouri,” I said. “I moved to a town near Omaha, Nebraska, when I was placed in foster care, though.”

“Que bueno!” Carmela commented. “Would you two like something to eat?”

“Oh, yeah, we’re starving!” Sophia admitted. “What do you have?”

“We have nachos and cheese dip, which I made myself. Go ahead and help yourselves.”

“Thank you,” I said.

***

After snacks, I asked Dad where mine and Sophia’s room was so we could check it out.

“It’s up the stairs and to the right,” Dad said. “The baby’s nursery is right next to it, too.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Sophia said as we walked up the spiral staircase.

The rooms on the upper level surrounded a big family room, where a tweenaged boy was watching some kind of anime cartoon.

“Hey, there,” Sophia greeted him. “What are you watching?”

“Yu-Gi-Oh,” the boy replied, concentrating on his show. A couple of minutes later, it went to a commercial break, and the boy turned around to face us.

“Oh, that’s cool! I’m Sophia, and this is my twin sister Savannah. You’re Nicolas, right?”

“Call me Nico. Nice to meet you!”

“You, too,” I said, turning on my heel towards our bedroom.

The bedroom was twice the size of my old room and was furnished with two twin beds flanking a single nightstand, a large dresser, and a bassinet for the baby sitting next to the left bed. The walls were lined with seashell-patterned wallpaper, and there was a large window on the wall to the right of the beds.

“Oh, wow!” I commented. “This is bigger than our old room!”

“Yeah, I love it!” Sophia agreed. “Let’s go explore the other rooms!”

When we were done exploring, having covered the whole house within the hour, Dad suggested we go to the beach for some fresh air.

“I love that idea,” Sophia said. “What about you, Sav?”

I looked down at my massive belly and said, “I don’t know… people might judge me for getting pregnant as a teen.”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for! If anybody drags you, I’ll drag them back – trust me.”

I smirked as I made my decision. “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

 

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Chapter 3
Word count: 675
Total word count: 2820
Characters appearing: Savannah, Sophia, Michael Clifford (5SOS' guitarist and Savannah's love interest)
Summary: At the beach, Savannah is pushed to the ground by a trio of slut-shaming bullies, sending her into early labor. Shortly thereafter, she's rushed to the hospital.
Warnings: verbal abuse, violence

The beach was fairly crowded, but Sophia and I still managed to find a spot to put our towels and other stuff. By this time, Stormy was more than eager to play in the water, as she immediately dropped one of her balls at my feet.

“Oh, you want to play, don’t you?” I asked her, holding the ball above my head. “Stormy, sit!”

She obeyed, and after she also obeyed the “stay” and “wait” commands, I threw the ball into the water. “Fetch!”

As soon as Stormy bounded towards the surf, I heard a loud “Hey, you!” from behind me. I turned around and gestured towards myself with my index finger and a questioning look on my face.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you, slut!” sneered the girl the voice had belonged to as she came closer. She looked to be college-aged and was joined by a couple of friends. “Does your daddy know you’ve been sleeping around?”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said timidly. “I only had sex with one guy.”

“Hey, Nikki, what did her left leg say to her right leg?” one of her friends asked her. “Absolutely nothing!”

“They never met!” all three girls screamed, roaring with laughter.

I was getting pissed now. “I’m telling you, I only had sex ONCE, and it was with my BOYFRIEND!”

“Oh, yeah?” Nikki retorted. “Well, eat SAND, slut!”

Nikki promptly pushed me down into the sand, which caused me to feel a very painful contraction.

“Oi! Leave the poor girl alone!” I heard an Australian accent shout. I then watched as a tall, muscular guy with damp blond hair and dark blue swim trunks emerged from the distance. Then, he moved me to a shaded area and sat down with me. “Are you alright, love?”

“N-no,” I stuttered, sobbing now. “I feel like I’m in labor.”

“Shall I call an ambulance for you?”

“I already did,” I heard Sophia say. “Savannah, those girls had no fucking right to push you around like that. Actually, while Mr. Handsome was moving you away from the scene, I gave them a piece of my mind.”

I gave Sophia a thumbs-up as an appreciative gesture.

“The name’s Michael Clifford, by the way,” the guy said as he got up to shake Sophia’s hand. “Savannah, is it? It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

“Yeah, that’s Savannah Malone, and I’m her sister Sophia – we’re twins.”

“Can the ambulance, like, hurry up already?!” I complained in between heavy breaths. “I think I’m in labor!”

I suddenly heard sirens blaring in the distance, momentarily followed by two EMTs approaching us with medical equipment.

“Hi, we’re from St. Andrew’s Hospital here in San Clemente,” the driver, an older man in his fifties, said. “We heard one of you might be in labor.”

“It’s my sister,” Sophia explained. “She was being bullied earlier for her teen pregnancy when one of her bullies pushed her down.”

“How far along are you, miss?” the other EMT, who was about ten or fifteen years the other’s junior, asked me.

I couldn’t respond because the tears were coming strong now, but Sophia answered for me.

“I think she told me about 37 weeks. We’d been separated and only reunited today. Was I right, sis?”

I nodded emphatically as the EMTs took mine and the baby’s vitals.

“And what are your names?”

“Her name is Savannah Malone, and I’m Sophia Malone.”

“I dare say you’re in labor, hon,” the older one concluded. “You’re three centimeters dilated! Let’s get you to the hospital so you can deliver, alright?”

“Deliver?!” I shouted. “Today?!”

“Miss Malone, you’re in active labor; if we don’t go now, you’ll have to give birth right here on this beach.”

“Yeah, and in front of all the other beachgoers,” Sophia pointed out. “I’d feel better if you delivered at the hospital.”

“But… my dog!” I protested.

“I’ll take her home. You’ll be fine!”

I finally surrendered to the EMTs, and they strapped me to the gurney and whisked me away to St. Andrew’s.

 

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Chapter 4

After I was given a dose of magnesium sulfate to stall the contractions, I had barely had a moment to myself when Dad and Sophia came to visit. Dad was carrying a small shopping bag, and Sophia had my phone in her hand.

“Hey, you left your phone at the beach,” Sophia said as she gave it to me. “Oh, and do you remember that guy Michael we saw?” I nodded. “He gave you his phone number; he wants to keep up with how you and the baby are doing.”

“Well, that was sweet of him!” Dad handed me the bag and told me he’d packed some of tonight’s lasagna for me. “Ooh, yummy! Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome,” Dad said. “How are the meds working?”

“They’re working okay. I’m certainly in a lot less pain than before.”

“That’s good,” Sophia said. “By the way, do you know a dude named Josh? He called earlier and was wondering where you were.”

It took me a second to register that she was talking about my ex-boyfriend. “Oh, you mean my ex! Yeah, I guess I’d better call him.”

“Do you want us to keep you company, or are you good?” Dad asked.

“Nah, I’m good. I can always call you if I need anything.”

“That’s true. We’ll be back in the morning, then; okay?”

“Okay.”

As soon as I was alone, I tapped Josh’s name on my phone to call him. He answered momentarily with a cheerful greeting.

“Hey, it’s Sav,” I said. “You wanted me to call you?”

“Yeah, what happened?” Josh asked. “Are you alright?”

“Well, I went into preterm labor earlier and had to be rushed to the hospital, but I’m fine now.”

“Holy shit, really?! You’re not due for another three or four weeks! You know what, I’m jumping on the next plane there so I can see you.”

“But Josh—”

“No ifs, ands, or buts, missy! Just make sure the baby doesn’t come before I get there.”

He hung up before I could protest any further, so I decided to just eat my dinner and get a good night’s sleep.

***

I was eating breakfast the next morning when Josh knocked on the door to my hospital room. When I let him come in, I saw that he had Lauren McDaniel with him. Lauren is in the grade below us, and they’ve been together since a month after our split.

“Hey, Sav,” Josh greeted with a hug. “How’s the baby? Still cooking?”

“Yeah, for now,” I said. “I think my meds are wearing off, though, but they should be back soon with another dose.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Josh bent down to kiss my belly. “How are you doing in there, huh? Are you a girl like I wanted?”

Josh massaged my belly for a couple minutes, and then I suddenly heard a loud pop and a whooshing sound, followed by a wet sensation underneath me. I gasped with the realization that my water had broken.

“Holy shit, it’s time!” I exclaimed, pushing the pager button for the nurse. One appeared within thirty seconds.

“My water just broke,” I told her upon inquiry.

“Alright,” the nurse said. “Let me check your cervix really quick.” She measured my cervix and concluded that I was indeed ready to push. “Who’s your doctor?”

“I don’t have one; I just moved in yesterday, actually. Do you have one on call?”

“We do, and his name is Dr. Joseph Becker.”

Josh laughed. “What a coincidence! I’m the baby daddy, and my name is Josh Decker.”

The nurse laughed with him. “How cool! Okay, Miss Malone. Let me page Dr. Becker and his team, and then we’ll get this baby out of you!”

“Okay,” I agreed.

***

“Push again, Savannah!” Dr. Becker coached as I delivered the baby. “You’re doing great; I can already see the head and shoulders!”

I pushed for the seventh time, and after that, the baby was finally out and emitting loud cries.

“And we have a girl!” one of his nurses announced, placing the baby on my chest.

“Hi, baby girl!” I cried as the nurse cleaned her off with a cloth. “I can’t believe you’re already here!”

“Do you have a name for her yet?” Dr. Becker asked.

“I’m thinking Oakland. I was named Savannah after my hometown in Missouri, and the baby was conceived in Oakland, Iowa, a small town near Omaha.”

“I don’t know, Oakland sounds masculine to me,” Josh argued. “How about Oakley?”

“Yeah, that could work, too. Oakley it is.”

~~~~~

POV: Michael

As soon as I showered and got ready for the day, I decided to head over to St. Andrew’s to check up on Savannah. I had barely reached the door when Luke asked where I was going.

“To the hospital to see Savannah,” I said with a smile. “Remember the chick I told you about last night?”

Luke’s eyes widened. “Ooh, do you fancy her?”

“I do,” I replied dreamily. “I’ve no idea what it was, but there was something about her that made me want to pursue her.”

Luke laughed and playfully punched my arm. “Ah, just like every other chick you meet.”

“No, Luke – she’s different from all the other girls. I just can’t figure out how.”