Would You? (Sequel to I Would)

Chapter 10

~Alexia's P.O.V~

I laughed loudly at a stupid joke that Harry just told as we all slowly made our way upstairs to the flat. The group decided to have an afternoon out. We went to the London Eye. It was a little hectic at first because of all the fans, but we ended up having a great time.

Niall and Joanna decided to stay home. I couldn't blame them for wanting some alone time. I was sure that when we walked in, we were going to find them cuddling on the couch.

As we walked up the stairs, Zayn smacked Harry on the back of the head. "Where'd you get that dumb joke from, mate? It wasn't even funny" Zayn said and laughed, though he wasn't laughing at the joke. He was laughing at Harry.

Harry lifted his chin a little higher. "Hey! Alexia laughed at it" he said and jokingly glared at Zayn.

"The only reason she laughed is because she's your girlfriend and didn't want you to look like an idiot" Liam said and smirked.

And so the play-fighting began. Right there in the middle of the staircase.

"Oh, come on guys, not on the stairs! You're gonna kill one of us" Erica said. They completely ignored her and continued to walk up the stairs while play-fighting. How they managed to do that, I have no idea.

Finally, we all made it to the right floor in one piece. We all continued to laugh as we piled into the flat. What I saw in the living room surprised me a little. I think it surprised everyone, too, because the laughing ceased.

Niall was sitting on the couch by himself. His eyes looked a little puffy, as if he'd been crying.

"Hey Niall, where's Joanna?" Harry asked.

"Don't know, don't care" Niall answered, not looking up at us.That's when I noticed the beer bottle in his hand.

"What's going on?" Leni asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Joanna's a lying bitch, that's what's going on!" Niall shouted. His voice sounded a little groggy. He was definitely drunk.

We all stood there in complete shock. What the hell was he talking about? I was too afraid to ask, and I think everyone else was too shocked to ask.

All of a sudden, Niall burst into tears. "How could she? How could he? After everything" he said. 

Everyone slowly made their way to the couch, each of us trying to think of a way to console him, even though we had no idea what was going on. Liam sat down next to him and patted him on the back, Erica rushed to the kitchen to make him some coffee, and the rest of us sat around him, trying to get him to tell us what happened. It was evident that he wasn't going to tell us anything in his intoxicated state, so we waited for the coffee to kick in.

After just a few minutes of sitting in this chaos, I began getting that all-too-familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I couldn't hide the fact that I was throwing up this time. It was coming up quickly. I've been able to hide it from Harry for over a week now, but this one was gonna be tough.

I ran to the bathroom.

And I mean ran.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I made my way to the bathroom. I didn't even have time to close the door before having to kneel in front of the toilet. 

I heard the footsteps behind me, and soon Harry was kneeling next to me, holding my hair out of the way. "Jesus, Babe, are you okay?" he asked.

I couldn't exactly answer him verbally, so I nodded my head. When I felt better, I flushed the toilet and sat on the floor, avoiding Harry's concerned gaze.

"You must've eaten something that's gone bad. Come on, get up. We'll go home so you can rest" he said, extending his hand to help me up.

Now, I know I should've told Harry by now, but I was scared. We were so young, and it's so unexpected. I guess I was going to have to tell him eventually, though, so I might aswell tell him now.

"Harry, I, uh... I have to tell you something. I didn't eat something bad" I started as I got up from the floor. 

Harry eyes grew wide and he grabbed my hands. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath and told him.

~Liam's P.OV~

We all looked at each other in concern. Alexia ran to the bathroom so suddenly. I hoped she was alright. Harry ran after her. The rest of us stayed in the living room with a semi-intoxicated Niall. The coffee was starting to help a little.

"Alright, buddy. You wanna tell us what happened?" I asked and placed a hand on Niall's shoulder.

He sighed and looked down at his shoes. "You'll think I'm nuts. You'll think I'm overreacting" he said.

"Come on, mate. You know we won't. Just tell us" Zayn said.

After a long pause, Niall said, "Joanna''s been cheating on me with Louis."

At first, I thought I didn't hear him wrong, but when I looked around, everyone else had the same confused look that I'm sure was on my face.

When no one said anything, Niall looked up and noticed the looks on our faces. "Oh, come on, guys! They were making it so obvious! The secret phone calls, the little meetings. How could you guys be so naive?"

The room was filled with silence again. Niall had to be overreacting. There's no way Joanna would cheat on Niall. You can tell by the way she looks at him that she loves him. And with Louis? As if. Joanna is Amanda's cousin. There's no way he'd do that.

I knew everyone was thinking the same thing, but we stayed quiet. All of a sudden, we heard screaming coming from the bathroom. It was Harry.

"WHAT?! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THIS IS AMAZING! WOOHOO!" Harry shouted and came running into the living room, Alexia following behind him. He ran around the living room and the kitchen, screaming with joy.

Finally, he stopped and stood in front of us. The look of confusion was still on all of our faces. What the hell was he so happy about?

"I'm gonna be a dad!" He announced, grabbing Alexia by the waist and twirling her around, then planting the biggest kiss on her lips.

We all cheered and took turns congratulating Harry and Alexia. All except Niall, who walked to the kitchen and grabbed another beer, then ran up the stairs. I heard a door slam. We ignored him in that moment, though. A member of One Direction was going to be a father!

~Louis' P.O.V~

Only half a blue sky,

Kinda there but not quite

I'm walking around with just one shoe 

I'm half a heart without you.

I'm half a man at best

With half an arrow in my chest

I miss everything we do

I'm half a heart without you

I sighed and folded the sheet of paper. I shoved it in my pocket. I've been working on a song ever since I left London, and I finally got the right words for the chorus. You can probably guess who it's about.

I've been on the train for a couple of hours. Glasgow was still a good six hours away. I really hoped she was there. I wished I was with her right now. I wished I knew exactly where she was. I hated that she was in danger, and there wasn't much I could do about it besides sit in this train and pray that she was in Glasgow.

I needed the other half of my heart back.