The Moment I Knew. *One Direction fanfic*

Summer in London. (Part 1)

Driving to the airport was a sad, dreary, ride. I really didnt want to leave Adam in the Hospital by himself, but I couldnt stay here to have this baby.

When I finally got to the airport, I got on the plane right away. I wanted to call so bad. The plane took off about 10 min. after I got on the plane. It was a long boring plane ride.

*back at City View Hospital*

"Can I eat?"

"Not before your surgery."

"After?"

"Once you wake up, I will get a meal for you and have a doctor to deliver it to you."

I really wanted to call Jessica but I knew she was flying. That and I kind of hoped she would call me first.

I fell asleep, but not for long. About a half and hour later the doctors came to check on me and prep me for the surgery. They took me to the surgical prep care room. I was there for a while, it seemed like forever til the finally put me to sleep. I couldn't remember anything after that.

*in London*

I arrived in London at about 9:00 p.m. The first thing I did was rent a car. I rented a Subaru.

I had to drive about an hour out of London to my Grandma's house where I would be staying. The town was great, everyone seemed so nice.

She lived in a small building next to these 5 crazy boys that call them selves 'One Direction'. I thought it was a tacky name for a boy band.

It was getting late so I made a bed and crashed there. It had been a long day, and I didn't sleep the entire flight cause I was expecting a phone call.

The next morning the first thing I did was visit my older sister and my two nieces. Obviously tacky boy bands appeal to 9-15 year olds cause the moment I walked into Lelia and Lindsey's room there were posters everywhere. One direction. I stared at the posters for a while. Ok. So they were hot, but they still have a tacky name.

After I spent some time with them, I left to go back home. When I got back to my grandma's the door was wide open and I heard someone in their. I walked in the door slowly, I looked up and saw a man. "Do you- is this, is this, do you live here?" he asked quietly. "Uhhhh, yeah, I sort of live here. The house belongs to my Grandmother." I was wondering why a strange man, I had never met was standing in the middle of the living room. "is this her." he asked as he pointed to an old woman lying on the floor. I ran over to her and started screaming. "have you called the police?"

"are you going to do anything but stand there?"

"GET HELP" I screamed rather rudely, but I didn't care. How useless I whispered to myself.

He ran out of the room and returned about a min. later with 2 teenage boys.

"Help, she's not breathing." I screamed as one boy came to help me and the other pulled his phone out and called 9-9-9.

An ambulance arrived about 10 min. later. "Help me lift her up." I yelled across the room, but no one came to help me. "Do you know who your talking to...or yelling at." one of the boys replied. "What? Are you the so called "boy band" that lives in the flat across the hall?"

"Excuse me? We are world famous. Don't you know who we are?"

"I see posters every where. Does it look like I seem to care." I could have said something a lot worse but I just held it under my breath

Some paramedics came and picked my Grandma. The took her to Oakville Medical Center.

While I was waiting in the waiting room, a tall, skinny boy entered from the other side and started walking my way. At first I didn't recognize who he was til he got closer. Agh. Him again hasn't he caused enough trouble I thought to myself.

"is she going to be okay?" he asked seeming a little conserned.

"You. Uhhh. Never answered my question. Oh and btw my name is Harry" he said. I looked up and when I did his beautiful, big green eyes met mine. I will admit, he was kind of cute. What am I saying he was adorable.

"They don't think she's going to make it." I said quietly.

He looked into my eyes again then put his arm around my waist and squeezed tightly.

"Ow. Ouch. Please be careful."

I can't believe he didn't notice. At this point I was almost 6 months pregnant. My stomach was as big as basket ball. I don't know, maybe it was the shirt I was wearing.

"Oh. Uh, your pregnant."

"Yes, and I was supposed to be staying with my Grandma to have this baby. Now I can't afford to even live there anymore. I can't get a job because no one is going to hire a 19 year old pregnant teenager. What am I going to do?"

"Well we have some extra room. Maybe, if you want, you can stay with us."

"Oh" I said as I wiped the tears out of my eyes "you really don't have too..."

"of course I do. You need a place to stay. And I have one. Besides your going to need help in case you have that baby."

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