Left with the Baby. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

The girl I love.

Helena's P.O.V

The taxi pulled up to a cheap looking hotel about 20 minutes away from the beach house. 3 angry looking boys were waiting outside the revolving doors, all with pissed off looks on their faces.

"Liam looks extra pissed." Louis mumbled.

We all climbed out the car, me falling a few steps behind Louis and Harry. I had Lilly on my hip, she was still fast asleep.

"HARRY! LOUIS! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Liam yelled while running towards them.

Louis and Harry both took one step to the side, revealing me and Lilly. Niall, Zayn and Liam's eyes went wide, silence was all I could hear.

"Helena .." Zayn said between gasps.

Before I could move another inch, Zayn's arms pulled me and Lilly into his. He squeezed me extra tight, his hot breath tickling my neck.

"Don't you ever leave us again, you hear me?" Zayn told me sternly.

I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, a smile on my face. "I missed you too." But the smile soon faded off my face as I remembered everything that just happened.

Zayn seemed to notice my rapid mood changes. "Guys, why don't you take Lilly into the room and give her a rest. All of you take a shower and you know .. just go freshen up. Me and Helena need to talk." Zayn ordered while already taking Lilly out of my arms and putting her into Niall's.

"But-" Louis started to say, but Zayn already had grabbed my wrist and was dragging me down the road.

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"Helena, look at me." Zayn demanded.

For the past 10 minutes I had been staring out the window of the run down coffee shop we were sat in. My mind was everywhere but with Zayn.

"Mhmm?" I said, finally glancing at the annoyed looking Zayn.

Zayn took a deep breath and another sip of his coffee, he was thinking something through. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Oh that wasn't what I was expecting, but Zayn looked genuinely concerned. "I don't know what I'm feeling. My minds a mess right now." I answered.

My attention returned to the window. "Give me a word, one word that describes how you are feeling right now." Zayn shot back.

My head snapped in his direction, why did he want to know? Why couldn't he just drop it?! "Depressed." I spat back.

That shocked him. Zayn leaned back into the booth seat, his head turning to the side.

"What's it like?" He questioned after a few minutes of nice silence.

"What's what like?" I asked, feeling very confused.

Zayn's face turned a light red colour, his lips pursing together. I could tell he was feeling very awkward about whatever he wanted to know.

"Being .. depressed." He eventually said.

I could now see why he was acting so awkward, depression wasn't something people ever really spoke about. It was a topic people avoided, especially the people with the problem.

I took a deep breath before answering. "Whats depression like? Depression is like one big black hole." I stated. But before he could reply back, I started to talk again. "After it pulls you in, you can't get out. So you spend countless nights crying yourself to sleep." Tears started to fall down my face, landing on the table. "You spend days in your room. You feel like doing absolutely nothing. You're constantly hoping things will get better, but also wondering if they ever actually will. And the worst part? When you finally start to get happy again, depression pulls you back. You crash even harder then the first time."