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Struggling With The Hate (Sequel to H.A)

Hate Account 2012 Sequel: Struggling with the Hate

A VERY CRINGY CARROTY STORY I WAS LIKE 15-16. DONT BE RUDE I WARNED YOU.

-Chelsea-

"It's your fault, Harry Edward Styles!" I tried to hide my laugh as I heard Amanda scream and tugging Harry's tie. The hospital room filled with screams and I covered my mouth as I let out a giggle. "You got me pregnant!" Zayn next to me was filming this and waiting for the new 1D Family member to arrive.

"Amy, push," Harry choked taking Amanda's hand from his tie and kissing its top. Taylor next to her was wiping the sweat from Amanda's wrinkled forehead and Niall sat there with no expression. The doctors along with the nurses kept trying to calm her down, but no avail.

"I can see the head!" The doctor announced and everybody turned to see Harry who was biting his thumb.

"Get my mother!" Amanda yelled at me and I jumped.

"I'll go with you." Zayn smiled, passing Harry's phone, which was used to film, to Liam. Zayn held my hand, our fingers intertwined as we walked towards an elevator. We walked in; fortunately we were the only ones inside. So we took that chance for a kiss.

It's been one year since the proposal, we still haven't got married and it's because we're having a busy life and dealing with many things in our life. Like, I've been studying in the university, dealing with the hate One Direction's fans are sending me since they now know I was behind a hate account. The hate is quite passable, but there's a limit, you know? I'm a human with real feelings and I still flinch every time I see or read 'Chelsea doesn't deserve Zayn. Chelsea hurt us and hurt the boys.' They're also insulting Zayn for being with me. Zayn has to deal with so much in life and he gets judge a lot. "They judge me because I'm Muslim, they say I'm a terrorist, they don't give me my privacy and on top of that they don't want me to be with you." He once said to me on our new house. "Twitter trolls are bullying my girlfriend." He said on a recent interview.

Emily was checked out of the mental hospital few months ago, the doctors said she changed. She moved to America, probably remaking her life and looking for true love. Even though she changed, I know she was glad Zayn and I are in this state.

"I love it when you wash your hair with strawberry shampoo." Zayn kiss the top of my head as he wrapped me in his arms, I kissed his neck and rested my head on his chest until the elevator squeaked open.

That's what I love of our relationship, we can wait and since our love is strong we can handle anything, cheesy as that sound, it's the truth.

We walked off the elevator leaving it empty for a couple with a baby. They looked so happy wrapping their baby in their arms, I sighed. "Is everything okay, Chels?" Zayn asked concerned as he pulled me closer to him; I found my head turned directly at the couple who were in the elevator. Removing my eyes from them, I met Zayn's eyes and gave him a short nod, resting my head on his shoulder. It's been a long day in this hospital making accompany to Amanda and Harry.

"What if we bring forward a baby?" I asked, Zayn's eyes widen as the size of beach balls and swallowed hard. I know we weren't married, but I wanted to have a kid. I know Zayn doesn't.

"In what floor are Amanda's parents?" Zayn cleared his throat, changing the subject. I rolled my eyes and I then unwrapped my arms off him and walked through the hallways being playfully followed by Zayn.

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-Zayn-

"These aren't my parents!" Amanda laughed throwing herself back to the bed. Harry lay besides her looking happy with her change of mood, minutes ago she was screaming in anger and right now since the baby is out and being checked, she's happy. I looked at Chelsea who was laughing at the old man and woman on front of us.

"Oops" Chelsea sheepishly pushed the two ancients out of the room, I laughed. She looked so beautiful with her cheeks turned crimson red. Seconds later two adults entered the room, making Amanda half smiled. They were her parents, I supposed. Harry told me they weren't happy about this at all. These adults weren't happy at all.

"I think we should go now, I'm getting sleepy." Chelsea said interrupting the awkward silence in the room. I agreed and said goodbye to the boys and Amanda before heading off to the first floor. We made it through the crazed fans on front of the hospital, people screamed hurtful words towards Chelsea and she kept her head down. Thanks to the security guard we made it to the car.

The way back home, was quite. The radio was playing music as Chelsea was sleeping. I held her hand as I drove, I thought about how much I care about her. How much I love her...

Why couldn't people just leave us alone and be happy? She's everything to me and I know she did wrong on making a hate account, but I believe the fans should get over it.

I felt my thigh vibrate and I let go of Chelsea hand to shove it inside my pocket, taking out my iPhone. I received a message from Simon. I took my eyes off the road to read the text.

From: Uncle Simon

To: Zayn

April 27, 1:12AM

Zayn, lad, sorry for sending you this message this late; I'm just reminding you that there will be a meeting tomorrow at 10 in the morning with Modest! It's important for you to attend x - Simon

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