Left with the Baby. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Guilt.

Marley's P.O.V

The familiar feeling of a hand wrapped in mine as I woke up comforted me, I was no longer feeling alone and scared in a dream state.

"Helena?" I mumbled.

The hand froze in mine. "No baby, It's Zayn." He said more like a question.

I yanked my hand out of his and fast as I could, my nightmare from a few minutes ago reminding me what he once did. It was silly really, I forgave his more or less straight away. He had so much alcohol in his system that I knew he wasn't him. It had brought out the worst in him. It had been more then a year since he did that, and since then he'd never hurt me. All his touches were gentle, maybe too gentle. His protection over me increased, maybe too much.

"Marley? Whats wrong?" Zayn asked, sounding worried.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think of something to tell him.

I placed my hand back in his. "Nothing, I'm fine." I reassured him. But we all knew, if a girl said she was 'fine'. She really wasn't.

I knew he didn't believe me, but I also knew Zayn wasn't one to push. He gave up on this argument.

"Have you seen Helena recently?" He asked after moments of silence.

Should I tell him? My eyebrows furrowed together while I was thinking.

"She left us notes, she's left Marley." A hint of anger came through in his voice.

I bit my lip, unsure if I should tell him where she went. "Yeah, she was here this morning." I told him.

He shifted in his seat letting go of my hand and reaching into his back pocket before bringing out two letters. I saw his name on one and mine on another.

He stuck his arm out, the letter grasped in his finger tips. "She left you a letter." Zayn stated.

I knew anything on there could be heard by Zayn. I had no secreats,we were honest in our relantioship.

"Read it for me?" I asked.

Zayn took in a deep breath and opened up the folded letter, as it opened a small picture dropped out of it landing on the floor. We both looked down at it in suprisement until Zayn reached down for it.

I tried to peer over at it, but Zayn had it facing away from me. "What is it?" I asked.

A smile crept onto his face as he looked at the picture. "All of us." He said while handing me the small picture.

It was everybody in one photo. Me and Zayn kissing, Harry and Helena stood in each others arms. Louis being held in a baby carrying position in Liam and Niall's arms. We were outside the school gates on the last day of school in year 11. We felt free because that was the end of exams for a while. We were all happy.

Without telling me, Zayn started reading the letter while I stared at the photo, tears of happiness flowing down my face.

"Dear Marley. I hope somebody gives you this letter. I wanted to say thank you. I left you 2 years ago without saying goodbye, I don't know if you knew this .. but I considered you sort of like a sister to me. I didn't have much friends beside you and the guys, you were the one I came to for everything. Never once did you laugh at me for my problems, you just sat there listening to me pour my issues out. And then you'd give me a little quote from some book you were reading that would fit the situation perfectly. You will never know how much I treasure those memories. Just promise me something okay? Promise me you'll try whatever you can to get better, do it for Zayn. He loves you, I've never seen a guy love a girl as much as he loves you. Don't break your promise! Helena."

"I won't." I promised her. She wasn't here, but I knew wherever she was, she'd now I wouldn't break a promise.

"I can't believe she's gone back to him." Zayn mumbled, like he didn't know he was saying it.

My head snapped in his direction. "You know?!" I asked, shocked.

His face showed signs of confusion. "You know?!" He asked back, obviously shocked about my response.

"Yes! She came in this morning to tell me, but then Louis barged in and she left. She told me she was leaving because she had to ... I know she didn't want to though, I know that for sure." I explained.

He tapped his finger tips on the arm of his chair, deep in thought.

"What else did she say to you?" He quizzed me.

Zayn stood up and started pacing the room, his hands occasionally brushing through his messy hair.

My brain flooded me with the memories of just this morning. "She came in, told me 'she couldn't do this anymore'. I questioned her why and then she.." I chocked on the last words, I couldn't get them out. The images of her bruised and cut skin popped into my mind, making me cringe.

"And then she what?" Zayn snapped.

He face was suddenly angry, his eyes now a black colour, his hands balled into fists as his paced the hospital floor.

"S-he got a tissue and wip-ped all her makeup of her skin. Her whole body was br-uised and cut Zayn!" I cried out.

The tears really started to flow then. The guilt I felt for letting her go finally got me.

Zayn faced me, all the anger once on his face now was replaced with sadness and guilt. He took slow steps towards me, trying not to scare me.

"Baby I'm sorry." He told me while climbing onto the bed and holding me in his arms.

I wrapped my weak arms around him. "We need to find her... she cant stay with him. Nobody can." I told him.

He squeezed me once telling me he agreed. "We will, don't worry." Zayn reassured me.

"I've decided to go to America and have the treatment." I blurted out, I wasn't going to tell him until things got better, but I was sick of hiding things from him.

Zayn planted a kiss on my forehead before saying. "What made you change your mind?"

"I had a dream." I replied.

"Tell me about it." Zayn asked while brushing the hair away from my eyes.

The dream came back to me like it was happening right now, it felt as if I was watching a movie in my head.

"I was in the hospital, but this time .. it was because I was in the maternity ward. I had twins." I massive smile crept onto my face.

"You know, if I ever had twins i'd call them Leo and-" Zayn started to say, but I cut him off.

"And Ruby. Thats what we named them in my dream." I told him while smiling.

That's all I ever wanted. To get married and have a family with Zayn. The only thing stopping me was this illness, and I was going to get better. I promised Helena, and I'm making a promise to myself.

Im going to get better not only for me, but for my future family.