Leaving You

Leah's P.O.V

From: Zayn<3

I know you're in Manchester. That's 160 miles away. At least two hours away. Why'd you lie ?

Shit.

To: Zayn<3>

I'm busy. Hannah's throwing up.

I threw my phone in my bag as I turned a corner. Manchester had a homely feeling to it. Better than London definitely. My eyes starred at the flashing red sign that read Barney's Books. The familiar place flashed in my eyes. I spent my childhood here, most of it at least.

I would just sit in the back of the book store and read til closing. No once judged, no one cared. My best childhood friend Mary, a now 75 year old librarian, already closed it down for the night. I didn't know it'd take two and a half hours to get here. Once here, I walked the streets for a bit. Memories were flying back to me in flashes. I left home on my 18th birthday and moved to London. I got a waitressing job days later. After one year I had my own flat bought by myself. Two years after that, I met Zayn.

Everything changed after that. I'm 24 and pregnant by a member of the biggest boy band. I got hate and mobbed on a regular basis. None of it really mattered because I fell in love with him. Eventually he proposed to me in Paris. And now I ran away from home and lied about it. He caught me and I lied again.

My feet carried me the mile to my home. It was now pitch black out except for dim street lights. They guided my way home. A few times I couldn't see clearly and I tripped up.

Finally after frantic travels, I was on my doorstep. My heart skipped at being here. I knew my parents would ask why, but I didn't want to stay at a motel. My knuckles knocked on the front door hard. A light flicked on upstairs and then another downstairs. An eye peeked through a peek hole before the locks clicked.

"Leah ?" My disheveled mum asked. She wiped away any fog from her eyes to make sure this wasn't a dream. I weakly smiled at my squinting mum.

"Can I stay ?" I begged her. She thought for a minute.

"Yes yes yes. Of course ! Come on babe." The screen door was held for me as I was let in. The downstairs lights eluminated every room. My pride went out the window from coming home to my mum. I was 24 and I need my mum. She was someone who always had my back and believed in me. Her and I sat down at the couch in the newly renovated living area.

"What happened ? Why aren't you with Zayn in London ?" She now seemed wide awake.

"I just left. Zayn was home and I was at the hospital with Harry for Niall. Harry was in the bathroom and I took off." My words caused her to look at me with sympathy. She was normal unlike anyone I knew in London.

"I got morning sickness at McDonalds. Someone leaked a picture of it and its all over the Internet. Two girls backstabbed me and Niall being in a coma is killing me. He's one if my best friends and he could die. He might not see the baby. Everything is too much." I began crying. However, my mum engulfed me in her soft robe. She remained quiet while calming me.

"I think I'm in love with Niall." I spat between tears. We sat together on the couch in each others arm. This is what I came for.

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The following morning my nostrils took in the smell of waffles. My eyes widened at the smell. Little to say, my mouth watered. I hadn't eaten since yesterday breakfast, which is bad for the baby. My feet carried me into the old fashioned kitchen. I saw my dad at the dinning room table with the newspaper and my mum was cooking.

"Hey daddy." I said kissing him on the cheek. He didn't look surprised at my entrance. Well I was sleeping on the living room, so he had to see me passing through.

"Hey darling. Are you and Zayn okay ?" He asked putting down the paper. My mum gave me a 'youbettercomeuwiththebestlieofyourlife' look.

"They have business in Yorkshire and Niall is in London in a coma." I covered. Sometimes him being in a worldwide band had its perks. I completely lied to my dad, but mum told me to.

"Ooooh ! We'll I'm glad you came home. How's my grandchild ?" He smiled at me. I smiled back as bacon and waffles were placed on my plate.

"I've had my first crave and morning sickness. Just hit 3 months along." Dad was really excited to have a grandchild. He was going to be such a happy and good babysitter !

I forked in my food until I hit my plate. My stomach was completely full now. It was the life to wake up and get food. Usually I did this for Zayn, except on special occasions. Them he'd get me breakfast.

"I'm heading into town to Barney's and other places." I spoke with getting up. "Thank you for the fantastic breakfast. We both loved it." She smiled at the end of my sentence. I kissed her cheek and my dad's.

I walked outside and continued down the street. The mile walk into town was going to be filled with my thoughts.

Last night I told my mum that I love Niall, but I'm engage to Zayn and carrying his child. Niall is Zayn's best friend and band mate. I still can't believe I said it. Was I even sure ? I love Zayn with all my heart. He swept my feet off the ground. I was deeply in love with him. He has the a bad boy affect and he was such a softie at the same time. Niall was cute and adorable. He was in a coma back in London and I left him. I wanted to rip out my hair for even thinking that I loved both of them.

The truth is that I did. I was falling for the cheeky Irish boy, but I was in a serious relationship with the bad boy best mate. My problems seem to only pile up worse and worse. Niall was at the top of the list. I should be texting Zayn and talking to him. Instead I was thinking about his best friend.

I felt like Zayn cared more about me than I did him, or maybe I was just over thinking everything. Niall made me feel like I was the center and his best friend. Everything in me told me not to think about it, but it crept back into my mind.

My thoughts occupied my entire mile walk. It was the worst walk of my life. I contemplated everything about my relationship. And that's when it hit me. If I question my feelings at all should I be in a relationship ?

I pushed open the door of Barney's and a bell rung. My converse scuffed the carpet inside. The bookstore smelled of old books, which I loved. Everything was the same as it was since the last time I was in here. A few people were already inside and browsing. A few books were lifted up and placed on a desk. Mary peeked out from behind the pile of books. For being 74 she looked amazing.

"Oh bless my heart if it'd be little Lee !" Mary shouted while clapping. She always said that to me and it stuck. I was brought in by the tiny white haired woman. She smelled if Amari scent from Avon.

"Hey Mary !" I exclaimed lightlyn hugging her. I didn't want to hurt the fragile woman. After a long minute we pulled from each other.

"You've gotten so tall and beautiful ! How's that famous boy of yours ?" Her squeaky voice asked. I weakly frowned to her.

"He proposed in Paris and I said yes. And two weeks ago I found out I'm pregnant." Mary's little feet helped her do a weird jig. At least I knew she was happy.

"My little Leah has a bun in the oven !" Her hands covered her face in shock. A few people looked over at us. My face reddened at the new found embarrassment.

"But where is your Prince Charming ?" Her jig stopped and she got serious.

"Back in London." She frowned at me. I knew she would have something to say.

"Rocky times ?"

"Unbelievably." Mary grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the store. We passed the adult section and came upon the teen's. she stopped at a corner with a bean bag. It was positioned between two shelves.

"Why don't you sit in your seat and think. It'll help, it always did." My hand was dropped back down to my side.

"I missed you Mary so much." We hugged again before she left me alone. My butt lowered down into the purple seat. I got comfy into the seat and starred at the wall across the room. I needed to think, but I just didn't know how to start. How could I begin to sort through all my problems ?

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