'Fall' (Justin Bieber love story)*completed*

Chapter Ninety Nine

RYLIe'S P.O.V

"Well, Mrs Bieber your arm should be fine in a few days, nothing but a few cuts and bruises." We've been here over 2 hours. Honestly they can't even do their job right. 'Oh you'll be in soon' Yeh right. I'm more than missed off right now. "Shall we go then?" Justin interrupted my thoughts. I nodded slightly, standing up to head for the door. Justin grabbed my bag and held the door open for me. I gave him a quick thanks before storming out. I can't deal with hospitals. I really can't. "Hold on.." Justin whispered guiding me out the hospital. We managed to reach his car, finally jumping in. "Fuck sake.." I hissed, sitting down. Justin sighed slightly, driving away. 

"you okay?" He asked pulling up to the house. I just nodded, jumping out. I walked inside, grunting when I sat. I'm really not in the mood today. I looked at Zayn, who kept looking at me. What? Do I have something on my face? I rolled my eyes walking upstairs. I slammed my bedroom door, laying on the bed. Why me? Why do I have to be the pregnant one? Why can't it be Justin or something? Why me? Why do I have to have all the hormones? "Rylie?" I heard a familiar voice from outside. "Come in Zayn.." I sighed sitting up. The door opened slowly as he entered. "I heard you need some icecream?" He smirked walking in. I sighed happily, knowing he knows me too well. He handed me a spoon and some icecream before sticking on some chick flick. "Thanks.." I mumbled, laying my head on his shoulder. "Anytime" He smiled happily. Knowing he has his friend back.

2 days later....

JUSTIN'S P.O.V

I just sat there, staring at whatever program was on the telly. I couldn't concentrate. We haven't spoken in a few days. Me and Rylie. She doesn't seem to want to 'talk' according to Zayn. He's the only one who's been able to talk to her. And Jazzy but, Jazzy won't say a thing. I've tried talking to her so many times but, you can only do so much right? She hasn't come out of her room either. No ones seem her. "Justin we need to do something, this isn't right.." Dad mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "I know but what? I've tried everything dad.. She won't... She wont talk..." I sighed, now pacing back and forth. Only me dad and mum was in the front room, everyone else was shopping. "Why don't you go upstairs now? With a cup of tea and biscuits?" Mum suggested. I shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Turning on the kettle I started to think about what I would say. 'Hey baby, how you feeling? I'm worried about you..' 'Hey princess, everything okay?' Arg. I grabbed the cup of tea and biscuits and made my way upstairs. I knocked on the door before entering. She was just sat there, staring at her belly. "If you keep staring down your neck will hurt.." I mumbled, setting the tea on the side. She didn't say anything. She just gave me a weak smile. "Baby.. What's wrong?" My voice cracking at the end. She sighed quietly. "What if I'm not a good mum?" She whispered, almost to quiet to hear. "Babe are you serious? I've seen the way you are with Jazzy and Jaxon, your gonna be an amazing mum. And if you feel like your stepping out of line? Ill direct you back okay? I'm still here remember? I've always been here.." I said, stroking her hair. She looked up, smiling a lot more than she was. "I love you so much..." She cried, leaning her head against my chest. I could tell she was crying, my top was starting to feel wet. "I missed you Justin... I'm so so sorry.." She chocked, her cries getting louder. "Baby its okay.. Shhh.." 

RYLIE'S P.O.V

These past few days have just been, weird. I felt like I couldn't speak to anyone. If I told Justin I thought I wasn't gonna be a good mum he would judge me, as would everyone else apart from Zayn. He's the only one with an open mind. But now? I regret not telling Justin. I forgot how supportive he really is. "Shall we go downstairs?" He suggested as soon as I had calmed down. I nodded slightly, moving from Justin. We managed to finally get downstairs. Everyone had just got back from shopping so they were pretty surprised I was downstairs. "Good to see you." Harry smirked running upstairs. I giggled sitting down on the sofa. "So what's everyone been up to?" I asked, while everyone took their seats. "Well, we've all been shopping..." Chaz said, giving Zayn a death glare. Urm kay? "Yeh we bought some things.." Zayn mumbled, walking upstairs. What? Did I miss something? "Chaz. Kitchen. Now." I said sternly, hobbling into the kitchen. "What's up?" He shrugged, thinking I didn't suspect anything. "You know what Chaz. Tell me now.." I snapped, I've only got a few days left of my pregnancy, so everyone knows better than to mess with me right now. "Look, Zayn wouldn't let Justin go near you...." He looked at the ground. I sighed angrily. "I wouldn't let anyone near me.. He must of taken it the wrong way.." I whispered, feeling guilty. "Well, he did. But its cool... I told him if he tries it again he looses his head.." Chaz snapped, making me giggle. "Your so funny when your angry..." I shook my head hobbling into the living room again. "So... Lets get the Christmas decks up then?" I suggested, placing Jazzy on my lap. "Sure.." Literally all the guys jumped up to get all the stuff. I couldn't help but chuckle. "You back for good?" Jazzy asked, playing with my hair. "Yep.. I am.."