Scars. (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Part 2

I ran toward the bathrrom and puked up everything i ate the previous day. When I finshed emptying out my now empty stomach and dry heaving, I brushed my teeth and walked out the bathroom. I went downstaris and saw that Stan was just watching the telly, and texting on his phone. I sighed, this is going to be a long a nine months, alone and pregant.

"Stan what do you want for breakfeast?" I asked him.

"Anything is fine.."He said distracted. I sighed again. I made waffles, bacon, and eggs. I took Stan his meal out to the livingroom and sat it on the table or nightstand whatever you want to call it.

"Stan..Some girls from work have invited me for the day out can I go?" Iasked. It's also a lie. Now some of you thinking, WHAT THE FUCK! You have to ask to go out the house? the answer to this is yes, yes I do.

"Sure, whatever, be back by one am." he said sternly I nodded. i grabbed my purse and left out the front I dedcide i want walk every were today. i was walking down to my favorite place in the whole world! This little cafe called Rikki's i love the hot tea there sence i'm not allowed to have any at home I normally stop by here before I go to work. I walked into the cafe and smelled the pumpkin and other spices in the air. It was really warm and toasty in here.

"Hey Calla, Your usaul?" Rikki asked. I nodded she smiled and I returned it, she was a wearing a red shirt and jean shorts with black combat boots her blonde hair in pigtails. She walked over the cash rigester,

"2.89 pounds please."(A/N: I don't have the pound button on my laptop that i'm using.) I gave her the money and went in sat at the back of shop it was currerntly elven on the morning. I sighed feeling happy for first time in a few weeks. I let my mind wander. Who was that guy that brought home Stan? i'd ask him, but sadly Stan doesn't even rember his first drink from the other night. I was almost down with my tea whan a figure was in front of me. He had black cropped hair, brown eyes guns and roses shirt and a pair of plain skinny jeans, and big shoes that don't look like they fit his feet but there black converse.

"May I sit with you?" He asked his American accent noticeable.

"Oh, Please if you want to." I offoerd. He looked so familer it's not even funny. Like he was a child hood friend.

" What's your name?" He asked.

"Calla." I answered taking a sip of my tea. He looked as a look of realzation and shock across his face.

"What?" i asked.

"Nothing you remind me of a friend I grew up with when I was younger then she moved to the UK.." he said. "anyways my names Omar." he added.

Omar? Have I heard that name?...OMAR! My child hood freind!

"Omar Deliva?" I asked. He looked at me confused.

"y-ya?" He asked shaking his head in confusement.

"It;s me Calla, Calla Winter! " I exclaimed. We jumped up and hugged each other, we starting talking about our lives are and turns out he's dating THE Zayn Malik from One Direction! i told him about the news that I was indeed pregant, but he just hates the idea of the baby's father being Stan. He knows Stan beats me. But i love Stan and I stay with him because of it. Even if he hits me.

"It's not healthy, Calla."He exclaimed.

"Were dropping this subject I don't wanna hear it anymore." I snapped. He nodded.

"i'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, i'ts just that...I'm going through this whole alone and Stan is acting or trying to forget that I'm pregant." I sighed finally letting some of the weight off my shoulders disapper.