Our Moment

Chapter 11

Zayn's POV

I had just finished packing Louis' bag. Today we were flying to America. We have an interview on the Ellen DeGeneres show. I've been packed for about a week now and so have the rest of the boys. Paul carried our bags out to the van and put them in the back. Louis and Hazel were sitting on the couch in the living room most likely kissing. Arie left earlier this morning to talk to Harry and Niall ate what food we had in the fridge. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from Louis' dresser and threw them at Hazel. She changed in the bathroom and sat beside Louis again. Ariella came back to my flat with Harry in tow. They both look much happier now, I hope they worked everything out.

Hazelynn's POV

Ariella skipped into the flat with a grin on her face and Harry followed laughing. I was sitting in a pair of Louis' sweatpants and one of his shirts. Ironically it was a 1D shirt. Niall walked over to Arie with a shirt and grey sweats in his hands. He kissed her cheek and gave her the outfit. She emerged from the bathroom and walked over to me. We were excited to be going to America. we intended on sitting together on the plane and talking the entire time. I had so much to tell her about Louis and I'm sure she had a lot to tell me about Niall. We all walked out to the van and Ariella and I sat beside each other and Zayn sat on the other side of Arie. In front of us sat Harry, Louis and Niall. Liam sat in the passenger seat and Paul was the driver. Once we arrived at the airport Zayn, Liam, Harry and Paul carried the bags while Arie and I got piggyback rides from Niall and Louis. Our giggles filled the airport as they ran to the gate. They finally sat us down and we waited for the slow pokes carrying the bags.

Harry's POV

Niall and Louis took off into the airport with the girls on their backs. Unfortunately, leaving us to carry everything. I whined to Paul.

"Paulinator, carry meeeeee. My feet hurt," I pretended to cry and he sighed. I jumped on his back and carried one of the boys' carry-ons and Paul wheeled Niall and Louis' bags. I snickered as I saw the looks I was getting from Liam and Zayn. We entered the airport and I could hear Ariella giggling. I really wanted to be the reason she was smiling and laughing. I cleared my head of those thoughts so I wouldn't make myself upset. Paul sat me down and I took a bag from Liam and Zayn. They looked thankful. Ariella ran over to me and took the smallest bag from me. I tried to stop her but she insisted. We boarded the plane and too our seats. Niall and I sat together while the girls sat next to each other. Liam and Louis decided they'd partner up and Paul was stuck with Zayn.

Ariella's POV

Hazel and I sat down in our seats. I made sure nobody was paying attention to us before I spoke. I nudged Haze. She glanced up from her phone and made eye contact with me. "Have your parents h- hit you lately?" I asked. She shook her head.

"The last time they hit me was about three days before the concert. It didn't hurt that bad. I just kinda relaxed my body. But there were a lot of bruises after. Not to mention the cut I had on my forehead." She said quietly. I nodded. "How have you been since the miscarriage?" memories flooded back into my mind.

Flashback (one month earlier)

"Hazel, I need you to come over now!" I wept into the phone. I couldn't stop crying. I wasn't ready for this. It's been two months since it happened but nothing seemed different. My body still looked the same up until two weeks ago. Now I had a visible bump. I kept it hidden by wearing large shirts and hoodies. I had bought 4 pregnancy tests and took two already. They both read positive. I tried to stay calm until Hazel got here but I just couldn't. The door to my room burst open and there stood my best friend. She ran over to me and engulfed me in a hug. I slowly backed away from her and lifted the t-shirt up just enough for her to see the protruding bump. I began to cry harder now. I told her that two of the four tests were positive and while she was there I took the other two. Now all four of them read that dreadful word. Positive. A week has passed since I told Haze and I guess it was time to tell Max. Max was my boyfriend. We broke up two months ago the day he raped me. I went over to his house and his mom let me in. I walked up to his bedroom and knocked on his door. It swung open and I blurted out those three words.