[COMPLETE] Broken (1D fanfic)

Twenty-nine

1 week later

Aria's POV

I have to admit, Amy wasn't as much of a terrible person as I thought! Maybe it's because I'm playing a worse game than her. We got along but still had our little verbal fights. The normal her calling me a bitch me calling her an orange whore but at the end of the day, I still go out of my way to make her a sandwich when she was hungry.

All of the boys were off at a local concert and Cara went with. I decided to stay with Amy. I mean, I am secretly screwing her boyfriend and baby daddy behind her and everyone's back! Might as well be nice to her.

This whole week has changed me. I smile a whole lot more now. It's just the feeling of being this rebellious new me. I have this huge secret and its just this huge bubbly feeling inside trying to hide it.

Only Harry and I knew about our little thing going on. It wasn't much of a thing though. Just more of a pleasure call.

Amy an I were sitting on the floor and I was braiding her hair into a French braid.

"If you want, you can borrow one of my baggy tee shirts. You look really uncomfortable in that. I gestured to her tight tight clothing. She reluctantly let me get her one of my tee shirts and she changed into it and a pair of my jogging pants.

Sometimes, the two of us would share a decent and civilized conversation, especially when it was just the two of us. We'd talk about baby names and other silly stuff. She said how she was going to live with her mom and the kid because she didn't want to burden. She really was a great person under what she made herself into.

"You know, you actually are a very beautiful girl," she said out of nowhere. It took me by surprise but I smiled at her and returned the component.

"Thank you. You beat me in the looks department though," I stated back.

"That isn't at all true," she quickly said back; " I'm nothing but another girl under a 'pretty' sheet," her comment gave me an idea. I quickly ran to The Cookie Closet and grabbed some things and brought Amy to my bathroom.

After about 2 hours, I was complete. I spun the chair around for Amy to look at herself.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so beautiful," I said looking at her. I wiped off all of the markup caked on her face and left her hair in its French braid; "this is beautif. Not this," I said bringing up the bin filled with makeup wipes, stained with all the makeup I removed. She smiled at me, tears springing to her eyes. She struggled to get up with her huge baby belly. She wrapped me in a hug. Well she tried but it was hard with the babies.

"I couldn't ask for a better friend," that word from her killed me a little.

"Friend"

If only she knew what I've been doing just this past week. She'd be repulsed! Hell, I'm repulsed with myself. I loved this new dangerous me but I hated it at the same time. This new me would only hurt everyone. What kind of friend would ever do that!

"Aria...aria! I think my water just broke,"