The next morning...
Lauren's POV
"Mija please calm down," My mother says.
"No. Why hasn't Camila come home?" I ask as I keep pacing around.
"Hey, you can't get this altered," My mother says.
"I know..." I said.
Then my phone starts to ring in my room as Zayn Jr. runs over, handing me my phone.
"Thank you, baby," I said as I take the device. I look at the number and answer it. "Hello?" I speak.
"Hello. Is this Lauren Jauregui?"
"Yes. Who is calling?" I ask.
"This is the police department. I will be handing you over to Ms. Camila Cabello."
My heart drops at this as I wait for Camila to get on the phone.
"Lauren."
"Camila, what the hell. What happened?" I ask.
"I'll explain everything but please, come to the police station."
"I'll be over as quick as possible," I said.
Moments later...
Camila's POV
The door to the investigation room I'm in opens as Lauren walks in.
The door closes as Lauren just stares at me but I stare at the floor.
"I didn't do anything," I finally speak.
"Camila... It's your word against your uncle's, Harry's, and Louis's. The way your uncle was and the way Harry found you..." Lauren says.
"You don't believe me, do you?" I look up at her.
"Of course I believe you," Lauren says. She takes my hands in hers. "They are going to keep you in here until the therapist can make progress with Jayden and get the real story out of him," Lauren says.
"Fucking hell..." I whisper.
"Just be patient," Lauren says.
"What about you and juñior?" I ask.
"We'll be fine and I'll come by whenever I can to see you," Lauren says. She leans down and kisses my lips tenderly. "Bye," Lauren whispers.
"Bye..." I whisper.
Lauren's POV
Once I get home, I set my keys down on the coffee table as my mom and Zayn Jr. come out running, playing tag with each other.
"Mami!" Zayn Jr. runs over to me.
"Hey, baby..." I said.
"Can you play with me mami?" Zayn Jr. asks.
"I wish I could, baby, but I'm not feeling to well," I said.
"Are you okay mija?" My mom asks.
"No, I..." I stop talking.
A scream escapes as the contractions are harder than usual.
"Mija!" My mom moves to be next to me.
I do some breathing exercises and the contractions stop a little. "Can you... Can you stay with me tonight mami?" I look at my mother.
"Of course. I'll watch over you," My mother says.
"Can I sleep with you tonight, mami?" Zayn Jr. asks hopefully.
"Of course, baby," I smile softly at him.
Later that night...
I'm sleeping very peacefully but then the horrible contractions start again and then blood starts to pour.
"Mami!" I yell.
My mom shoves the door open and turns on the light. "What's wrong?" She asks. She sees the blood and she starts to panic. "Let's take you to the hospital now!" My mom says.
"My baby!" I cry.
