Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

44. You're My Savior, Mr.Samuels

~Aeron's P.O.V

The cries that Annabelle were letting rack out of her small body weren't only cries of fear.

While I was trying to get through the extremely thick crowd of papparazi, one managed to shove me forward. Thankfully, I was able to get my hands out before I collided with the ground, but Anna was on my back and she fell off of me, hitting her knee on the pavement really hard.

Like always and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't ask her or check to make sure that she was okay because the paps were still surrounding us and there wasn't really a for sure sign that they were lightening up. I didn't want to risk checking on her and then that's just a small opportunity for the people to maul and attack us with even more aggression.

As of now, we were sitting in the middle of a ravenous pack of hungry wild wolves.

My nerves were already high, but now they were skyrocketing to the moon and my chest was hurting because of how hard my heart was pounding against it like a gorrila does on its own chest.

I knew that it would probably do her no good, but I reached down and covered Annabelle's ears with my hands. She looked up at me with her big green eyes, practically begging for me to make them all stop and to make them go away.

If I could and if I weren't pregnant, I would most definitely make these jerks go away and I would most likely give them a huge chunk of my mind like I did to Danielle when she so rudely decided to yell at Liam about me, awhile back. Sure, she's beautiful and she's a great dancer, but she had no reason to get mad at me because of her own stupid decisions to hurt my best friend.

I know they weren't here yet because it was too early in the mobbing, but I knew that the fans were going to show up and they were going to be worse than the papparrazi.

They always are.

The dozens of girls and sometimes even guy Directioners always manage to make things so much worse than what it was. They add to the noise with their ridiculous screaming and taunting by pulling at my clothes and my hair. They'd add to all of the flashing with their own cameras, shove markers and CD's in my face, yell at me to sign things and leave Harry alone. To take Anna and Gavin back to Florida or Ohio where I came from and they still tell me to die in a hole or to kill myself. I have a family to take care of so that's not really even an option.

Its all extremly overwhelming for me to handle, but the fans don't seem to notice or care that I'm already under a lot of stress and that I'm with child.

And Anna's hearing is already iffy. Harry and I have taken her to the doctor about it, but she says that she would grow into the proper hearing. I found it hard to believe because if you're even two inches near her and talking in a low voice, she thinks you're yelling at her. That would cause an unneeded and small explanation that you weren't yelling at her and she'd be under the impression that she did something wrong when in fact she really had done nothing wrong.

I felt around my pockets and the inside of my bag for my cellphone. It was way at the bottom, burried under other things that I didn't realistically need like old candy wrappers, safty pins, crumbs from snacks, rubber bands, three tubes of lip balm and gloss.

I'd constantly tell myself to empty it out and to clean it, but I always got lazy or destracted with things that were actually important.

I pulled out my cellphone and looked at the screen, but my fingers fumbled with all of the wrong numbers to put in the correct phone number. Aside from the paps' cameras, the sunlight was beating down on the screen, making a large glare impossible to see anything properly.

Since the boys were all on tour, I couldn't call them to help me, Paul is with them for security purposes, and Simon was too busy signing a new artist by the name of Lacey Gants.

I've heard her sing and she kind of reminded me of a mix of Ariana Grande and Whitney Houston. She was really good. Great, actually. I'd buy her album.

I settled for calling Liam's best friend, Andy. He only knew me because of Liam. It was kind of like a holiday when Andy showed himself around us because he literally only came around when we all went out together to a club or something, but as of late, we haven't been able to hang out together because of everything that's been happening.

As I dialed Andy's number the paps grew louder and louder and suddenly a hint of girlish squeals joined in.

Fans.

The line sang its usual mocking tone as I waited for what seemed like hours for Andy to pick up.

A short shot of pain came along in my stomach and I whimpered.

Oh crap.

The high pitched wails and ear deafining shrieks continued to do numbers at mine and Anna's hearing, beating away at our ear drums like Josh played the drums, for the boys and fans, years ago.

He was really good. At playing drums anyway, but any other time he was just flat out annoying. Making really stupid noises. Sometimes he would even stoop as low as throwing things at me and once I turned around, he'd point to someone else like they were the ones that threw it.

At last, his voice rang through the phone.

"Aeron, hey, love. What's up?" He asked.

I felt a hand in my hair before I could answer and shot around, shoving whoever the person was. A female fan about sixteen tumbled over and fell onto her ass.

"Andy, Anna and I were out for a walk and we're being attacked by papparrazi! We need you to come and get us!" I holler over the noise.

I heard Anna scream as a girl a few years older than her yanked her arm.

"Anna," I shout, grabbing her hand and pulled her into my side.

"Mommy, mommy! Make them stop!" She cries.

"Aeron, hold on for a few more minutes! I'm already on my way," Andy replies.

I heard a door slam, the jingling of keys, and finally a car started.

"Where are you guys?"

"We're in the park! We're surrounded, you can't miss us!"

As I finished my sentence, the same pain shot through my lower stomach again and I put my hand over the place where it pulsed.

What the hell is going on?

A couple minutes went by and I heard tires screech. Andy's voice rang through the crowd as he pushed passed everyone and held out his hand. I grabbed it and he picked Anna up, leading us to his car. He put her in the back seat and I hurried to the passenger's side climbing inside, and he pulled off after climbing in. Fans followed beating at the windows and doors.

"Oh my gosh, Andy thank you." I sigh, trying to calm my heart rate, but it wasn't working.

"You're welcome, babe. They were really crazy." He chuckles.

The pain pulsed through my stomach and I whimpered, gripping the arm rest.

Oh dear god, please tell me this isn't happening?

"Ow." I say as it got worse.

Andy crinkled his brows and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He questioned and I shook my head.

Another pain came and I tightened my grip on the arm rest.

Dear god, I think it's happening.

"What's wrong?"

I looked over at him and I could feel the panic inching its way onto my face.

"My water just broke."

~I'm sorry its been forever since I've updated, but on the bright side, Aeron's having another baby. Yay? No? Okay. v.v. I understand. Vote, Comment, and Fan. <3