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Epilogue

It was a while before he tried calling again. I was about 7 months pregnant when the first call came in. I stared at his name, completely caught off guard. My heart pounded in my chest loudly until the ringing finally stopped. Not even a minute later, Caleb's phone rang with the same contact name appearing.

Did he know? How could he?

Caleb smirked at me while he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. "Hello!" He chirped.

"Caleb?" His voice spoke.

"Yeah. How are you, mate?"

Zayn laughed. "I'm fine mate. Just fine."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Caleb asked.

"Ah, I was just feeling nostalgic and thought I'd give a few old mates a ring."

They chatted a while. The whole time I struggled to keep my breathing even. All I wanted to do was talk to him. See how he was doing. The deeper I got in my pregnancy, the more I wanted him there. Some nights I would lay in bed and picture him laying next to me, his hand on my belly, singing songs to our baby. When I went to my appointments, I wished he was there with me to look at the ultrasound. There was no doubt in my mind that he would be perfect for me in this season of life.

"You should tell him," Caleb told me once he got off the phone. I hadn't realised tears were streaming down my face.

"You really should get new furniture. This couch is quite out dated." I tried to change the subject.

"You miss him," he said, handing me a tissue. "And you shouldn't be going through this alone."

I wiped at my face then forced a smile. "I'm not alone. I've got you. And Bobby and Maura are here all the time."

"You know what I mean," he scolded. "He should be here with you."

"He's married, Caleb," I cried. I've ruined his and Perrie's chances at happiness before. I'm not doing that again."

"And what about you? Huh? What about your chance at happiness? What if Perrie's the one getting in your way?"

I shook my head. "I'm not talking about this again. Things are the way that they are and that's how they're going to stay." I pushed myself off of the couch. "Now what do you want for dinner?"

I had my own flat in London now, but I spent a lot of time with Caleb after we bumped into each other at an Aldi. It turned out our flats were just blocks away from each other. He became my closest friend after that. Myles came around often after I moved back, but after i told him about the pregnancy, he just couldn't look at me quite the same. He seemed almost scared to touch me. But he came with me to some of the ultrasounds and helped with food shopping or just came over when I was feeling lonely.

Myles didn't want to be a father. Not anytime soon. I knew that. He had every intention of trying to rekindle our relationship when he heard I moved back to London, but the baby stopped him in his tracks. He never said it, but I knew it was why he never did try to make another move on me again. He started dating a girl not too long after I got back. I think the baby helped him finally let go of all hope of us getting back together.

Zayn and Caleb had gotten back in touch with each other at some point before I came back to London. Caleb told me he calls pretty regularly to check in. I was five months along when I bumped into Caleb. I wasn't big, but I was obviously pregnant.

"Wow! Did Zayn finally knock you up?" he had joked in the cereal aisle. "I'm just kidding. I got the wedding invitation in the mail. Crazy, huh? Never thought I'd see the day Zayn Malik got married."