Aimee's P.O.V.
Visiting time was over when I finally got to the hospital. I'd just caught Harry, Louis and Niall walking out as I was on my way in. Harry greeted me with a kiss and a quick hug. "How did it go?" He asked.
"It was fine at first then the novelty wore off because the fans seemed to be getting bored since they had to wait for ages. Most of the girls only came to give me something to give to you so that kind of ruined my mood. I don't know who my real fans are..." I was pulled into a hug by Louis.
"Don't worry about them; it happens to Eleanor all the time. And trust me, you do have true fans and you'll get to know who they are eventually." Louis assured me. I smiled and Louis before asking;
"Where are Meghan and Liam?"
"Liam's gone home. Meghan was with Zayn when I last saw her." Niall said.
"Why isn't she with Liam?"
"They uh, they had a bit of a fall out this afternoon." Great. Harry and I got in my car and made our way home. Louis and Niall went back to the 1D house. When we arrived home, Meghan was waiting for us at our front door. She had her head down, looking at her phone. "Meghan? I thought you were with Zayn." She jumped and looked up at us.
"Yeah, I was."
"So...?" Meghan sighed and stood up. I opened the door and Meghan followed me in. Harry went into the kitchen to make us hot chocolate.
"Zayn told me to go and find Liam and go to Wolverhampton. I did what I was told, but I couldn't find him. He isn't answering his phone and I don't know where he is." It was my turn to sigh. It was going to be a long afternoon.
Liam's P.O.V.
"So why didn't Meghan come with you?" Mum asked.
"She uh, she couldn't get out of work." I lied. Mum nodded. That's right, I'm in Wolverhampton. Meghan did tell me to come on my own, so that's just what I did. I turned my phone on silent in the taxi journey as Meghan kept trying to call me. I know I shouldn't be ignoring her, but we both need time alone.
"Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Why don't you take your bag up to your room?" She said. I nodded and walked out of the kitchen. I lifted my bag from the hall and went upstairs. I dropped it down near my bed. As I was about to walk out again, a picture in a silver frame caught my eye. I moved closer to my bedside table and lifted it up. It was a picture of Meghan and I. I remember when I came here for a few days while Meghan was in Australia with her modelling agency. Mum found the picture in my bag and put in it the frame for me. Guilt washed over me. What if Meghan was hurt or in trouble and needed to contact me and I wasn't answering. I'd never thought about that before, but now she's pregnant it put things in a different perspective. I was still a little mad at her for spending so much time with Zayn and with some of the things she's said to me, so I was going to make this phone call quick - just to check if she's ok, nothing else. She picked up after the third ring.
"Liam! Where are you?!" Her voice sounded worried and shaky.
"Wolverhampton..."
"What are you doing there?"
"Visiting my family?"
"I thought you wanted me there to tell them about our ba-" I cut her off.
"You told me to come on my own Meghan. I did. I'll be home in a few days. I have to go, mum's calling me. I'll see you later." I hung up before I got a reply. It was kind of harsh, but I wasn't really bothered right now. I walked downstairs and smelled the wonderful smell of a home cooked meal. "M-mum... can I tell you something?"
