Teenage Summer (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 14

Ashley's POV

Hours later, we were finished with talking to the  cops, and Lorraine and I started to be normal again, even after seeing someone die......

 I never saw someone be killed in front of me. I mean, I saw a dead body at Lorraine's dads' funeral, but this was shocking.

 Lorraine tried to hold her self together, I could tell. I was too. But, all I could remember was the face of Tom, thst calm regular face as he took away a life.

 After all of that Lorraine went back home with Liam, I guess she wasn't feeling well and needed to be with him, I could see why. She was also throwing up a lot this morning too...

  And the rest of the boys were going back to wherever they needed to go, which left me alone to walk. Not that I minded, I'm still really pissed.

"Ashley, where are you going?" Harry's agitating voice invaded my ears.

"Home, where the fuck else?" I snapped at him and he lowered his head, muttering an apology.

"I'm so sorry. For everything, really. But please, no matter how mad at me you are, let me drive you home. If I know Tom, this shit isn't even close to over, and I need you safe." He looked genuinely sorry, and tired. Not that that makes a difference, though. I'm still so mad.

"Quit it, seriously Harry. I'm done, and if it weren't for the cops, you're heart would be on the ground right now, not even kidding." I brushed him off, continuing to walk. I guess he finally gave up because I didn't hear him say anything else.

My walk was utterly normal and short, as I predicted. Harry's just an ass that wanted an excuse to be near me, ugh. When I got home, I was about to go to bed, considering it was late, when my door bell went off after ten minutes of me being home. I silently groaned and went to open it, not expecting who I saw.

"Hi Ashley," Zayn sniffled.

"Oh God, Zayn, come on in," I said as I opened the door wider for him to get in. He looked paler than ever and had huge bags under his eyes. They were a deep, menacing purple.

"How are you holding up?" I asked carefully; I didn't want to trigger anything.

"I'm . . . better. Still pretty numb though, you know? I think I'll be alright though," he said quietly.

We sat for a while and talked with tea. He just wanted someone to talk to, and I was there. I guess Harry was being a dick, and I don't know what was wrong with Louis or Niall. Liam was obviously with Lorraine. It just seemed odd that he'd choose to talk to me though, we were friends sure, but I wasn't as close to him as the boys.

"Oh, hey! Why don't we watch a movie!" I suddenly suggested.

"That sounds great, but it's late. What if I get tired and can't drive home?" he jutted out his bottom lip a bit in a pout. Was that cheeky bastard trying to get me to let him stay the night?

"Some people never change, Malik. Fine, you could stay, but on the couch." I said sternly with a sigh.

"But I'm cuddly!" I shot him a fierce look. "Okay, okay." He gave me a small peck on the cheek and raced to the couch to look through Netflix.

I couldn't help but wonder if he was doing this for fun or because he might like me now that I'm done with Harry, but at the same time it was good because he's going back to his old self.

I was too lost in my thoughts to see what he picked, but next thing I know a movie was starting and Zayn was molded into my side. We were pretty close, but it felt good.

To my surprise, he picked 40 Year Old Virgin. I figured he'd pick a scary movie or something, but I was so much happier with this.

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The movie was almost ending, my eyelids feeling really heavy. We had a few casual beers as we watched, and I could feel the buzz kicking into my veins, awakening me just a bit.

I just decided to go head upstairs for bed, leaving Zayn on the couch for the night. Suddenly though, I was turned around, and pushed against a wall, rough lips connecting with my own. Zayn's tongue slid along my bottom lip almost immediately. I granted him access, tugging harshly on his hair, emitting a moan from his half open mouth. The deep noise fueled me to thrust my hips forward into the little space between Zayn and me.

We started towards the stairs, never breaking the make out session. Upstairs, Zayn threw me onto the bed, as he took the time apart to undress himself. He just made me crave him even more. I couldn't even take it, being as sex-deprived as I was lately.

Finally he came back to the bed, fully naked, and undressing me, too. I took this time to nibble on the skin of his neck, leaving my marks all over him. He also left his marks, all down my stomach until his lips got where they wanted to be.

And the rest was history.

Lorraine's POV

I didn't want to worry Liam, but this morning I realized I'd been late for my period. Not by much, just a few days, but I was always on time.

  Then, the worry really stared to kick in when Harry and I were hiding from Tom. Harry teased me about glowing, claiming how "proud he was that little Li-Li got some," and that "It'll be a cute baby".

  I obviously couldn't say anything earlier, I mean given the circumstances. But then, I started throwing up, and that's how I knew, but still a pregnancy test never hurt anyone.

 Today was just terrible for me. Today and yesterday, I've been scared shitless by Tom, I saw someone die, and I think I'm pregnant with my boyfriend's child. My boyfriend of like what, a little over a FUCKING WEEK! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!

 I was in the car with Liam, we were driving back from The Shack, and I told him we should go to a drugstore. He just agreed, and we walked in hand in hand, trying to be normal after what happened hours ago.

 I had to sneak away from him to go look for some pregnancy tests. I just grabbed two cheap ones from different companies and rushed to the cashier to buy them quickly, but unfortunately Liam saw me run over.

  "What are you getting?", he asked innocently.

 "Ah, nothing. Just personal stuff", I said trying to hide them under my hands. But, Liam moved my tiny hands away to look down at the boxes.

 He just looked down at the boxes as if they were some scary, bloody knife. He was shocked.

 "It doesn't mean I am", I said trying to make it less awkward.

 He pulled me in for a hug, and kissed me on the forehead.

"We'll get through this together. I love you", he whispered.

 What the hell? Is he saying this like I have fucking cancer or something?!?! Like, I might not be pregnant, so him acting this way isn't making me feel any better.

 Liam bought them and walked to the car with me hand in hand, I was glad that he wasn't going to dump me. He still kissed me and touched me as usual in the car.

 The drive was short and when we got home, and I immediately took the tests. Of course in privacy.

So, now here I am, waiting until my phone beeps, telling me to check the two tests I just took. And let me tell you, it's awful and scary. I don't even know what I want the answer to be. I wish Ash was here, but she's probably busy.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone beeping, signaling that the waiting time was over. Now or never. I glanced at the two tests lying neatly on the sink counter of Liam's bathroom, he was in his room lying down. I couldn't blame him, today was too much and this just added on to more stress.

Negative, thank God.

Positive, wait what?

Am I pregnant or not?!

"Liam!"