How Did We Get Here // Luke Hemmings & Zayn Malik

Chapter 49: The Truth

we woke up early in the morning to get ready for the wedding. It was a hassle because Wilbert kept tearing up and cried over his brother finding true love.

During the ceremony, I felt something odd, I felt warm. Like happiness that love is surrounding me. Just watching how happy the Bride and Groom were, just made me feel a warm pit in my stomach. My heart yearned for that.

During the reception, Wilbert gave his long toast but it was funny and loving to hear that his brother found the love of his life.

After they left to their honeymoon, we went back to our room and packed our stuff. We were leaving early in the morning back to California. I didn't want to go back, going back would suffocate me. I wanted to stay here and worry about nothing.

In the morning, I dragged myself to the airport, wishing reality won't sink in. During the flight over, Harry just held my hand, trying to comfort me but he knew nothing would ease me.

Landing back to reality was like a knife struck into my back; my knee's felt weak and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't everything be a dream?

Wilbert and Harry stayed over our house, resting and stuff. I would just sit there, looking lifeless and blaming the flight.

I didn't want to think, I didn't want to even breathe.

Since today was Sunday, we had to take the trash outside to the front so Wilbert and my mom went out to take it. I was in my bed, laying, looking at the ceiling and writing my name in the air. Harry was beside me, sitting on the floor and looking out of my window.

Suddenly my mom and Wilbert storm into my room. My mom pissed as hell and Wilbert trying to calm her down. She yells "What the hell is this?" she raises the bag to us.

I hate that bag, that bag is a life threatening hazard.

I look over to Harry; sitting down on my bed "I told you to throw it away!" he stands up fast, rubbing his jeans "I did. I threw it away in your big trash can!" I close my eyes and look at my mom.

Her face radiates with disappointment and anger. She screams, throwing the bag at me "Are you! Tell me Emma ARE YOU!" Wilbert touches her arm to soothe her but she violently slammed his hand away. She yells "Come to the kitchen!" Harry drags me through the halls. This can't be happening.

I sigh "It's nothing." She scoffs, raising her voice bitterly "What do you mean it's nothing? It's either yes or no Emma!" I whisper "Only two of the six were positive."

All the memories of that day came flushing to my mind. Harry holding my hand and we hover over the results. Only two were positive. I convinced myself it was nothing, certainly I wasn't pregnant. Harry was just being over dramatic and telling me I could be.

She yells "Tomorrow were I'm taking you to the hospital!" I cry "What? Why? Clearly there's nothing!?" she yells, throwing her hands in the air "It's a possibility Emma! We can't know for sure! I thought you said you were safe! Oh! For the love of God! You better PRAY you aren't pregnant." She scoffs. I sob while trying to scream "We were safe!" she bitterly said "Bullshit!" and leaves us in the kitchen.

I run back to my bed and throw myself back to my bed and meditate on life. Surely it can't mean anything. Those tests usually tell the truth but then sometimes girls get false positive. It happens. I can't be. I know I'm not.

During the night I couldn't sleep. Just thinking of it made me sick. I know it's nothing.

In the morning, my mom took me to the hospital. She couldn't even look at me. She was really disappointed and mad.

The nurses had me strip down naked and had me put on a blue gown. Then they took me to another room. It was dark and cold. They told me lay on the cold small bed. Then the doctor came in, smiling "Hello. I'm Doctor Aero. I will be checking for any signs of pregnancy okay Emma. Just lay back and relax."

I make sure to breathe and cross my fingers on the top of my stomach. Suddenly the bottom of the bed, by legs, it rises up. I'm slanted up, my head almost falling out. Then the doctor's cold gloves grab my ankles and separate them, placing them on cold metal plates. I felt super uncomfortable. She does her thing down there and I grow more uncomfortable.

When she was done, the bed lowers down to the original size and my legs were down. The doctor sighs "I'm going to call your mom and tell you guys okay"

I wait for her here, in the cold and dark.

Then they both rush into the room. The doctor lifts my gown to my chest and splatters a blue cold gel on my stomach. She rubs it with a control and looks up at the ultra sound screen. She keeps rubbing and whispers "Hear that?"

It's very quiet. I could say even silent but still hearable. It's there. Low but beating.

The doctor cleans me and exits the room.

I lay still, not moving and trying to process it.

Suddenly my mom yells from the top of her lungs. Screaming, just plain screaming and knocking things over angrily. She opens drawers and in frustration throws them across the room.

She's panicking. She's hurting.

But me. I just place my hand over my stomach softly and close my eyes.