***Louis POV
~~~~About a week later~~~~~
Megan came downstairs around one and was still practically asleep.
"Love are you okay?"
I asked her as the first thing she went to was the food.
"Yeah why wouldn't I?"
She asked leaning on the counter taking a sip.
"I don't know.... You know you can always ask or tell me anything, anything at all."
She smiled, but something was up.
"Yeah I know babe nothings up promise."
"Okay."
I frowned, kissed her and walked to the car. The boys and I were recording today and I was really excited for the song. As soon as I got in I was automatically was pulled into the studio.
"Come on mate we have to sing."
Harry yelled.
Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I've been holding on too tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I've been holding on so tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
And I'll be waiting for this time to come around
But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope (give her hope)
I spend her love
Until she's broke (until she's broke inside)
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
When we were finished we sat down and ate.
***Anna POV
Well lets get this straight right off the bat. I still wasn't over the lose of my son. It would haunt me forever, but, my friends could actually make me smile now. I had to admit it felt a lot better, but there was still that part of me blaming me for my sons death. I had something planned with Megan and was driving over to her house. When I got there no one was in the living room.
"Hello?"
"In Tommo's room."
Megan yelled. When I got there she was carrying boxes of 'Tommo's no longer fitting clothes into the guest room next door. Tommo was in the play pin upstairs.
"Why you putting the old clothes in there?"
"I don't want to hurt anything putting them in the basement."
"Okayyyyyyyyy"
She smiled shyly picking up her son.
"So what do you want to do?"
"Well I was thinking maybe we could go out to the bar."
Megan bit her lip.
"No... I think my drinking days are over for now."
"Really?"
"Yeah I mean I have an eight month old they're a shit load to handle."
"Okay, so what else can we do?"
Megan shrugged.
"I don't know we can go shopping."
"Yeah lets go."
When we got there Megan was in and out of childrens things. Looking at both boys and girls things. When we go to her favorite store, hot topic, Megan looked at the CD's and accessories.
Her refusing drinks, searching childrens stores for both boys and girls stuff, not buying band tees only meant one thing.
The bitch was pregnant and didn't tell me.
