Story of My Life (One Direction)

Chapter 37

Alex’s PoV

I rush into the van as fast as possible. Damn paparazzi. I hate how they always shove their cameras in my face. It irritates me even more now that I am way moodier. I am six months pregnant. It is hard to not snap at reports when they bug me constantly. I am usually always trending on twitter and Google, but I can see why. It is unusual or the adopted daughter of a pop star to be pregnant at 15. But at least it is almost Zayn’s and Harry’s birthdays! Exciting stuff if I do say so myself. But right now isn’t very exciting. I have to go to the jail and talk to Jacob and Collins. I don’t see why I have to talk to him, but Simon said to so I don’t have much of a choice.

I wanted to go alone, but just about everyone objected to it. No, everyone objected to it. I am going with Louis and Harry. Austin wanted to go, but they said no. Austin gave up because Harry and Louis are very stubborn. To say I am scared is the understatement of the century. I am crapping my pants practically. I think Louis and Harry are talking to me, but I am so trapped in my thoughts that I can’t even hear them. I watch trees and buildings fly past in a blur. This is my life. We have to drive back to London since the boys are on their European Leg of their tour. It is going to be a long ride. I close my eyes and let my thoughts take over.

“Alex!” rings through my ears. I groan and open my eyes to see harry and Louis towering over me. “We are here,” Louis says.

I let out a groan and sit up. I unbuckle and climb out of the van. We head inside the terrifying building. I am literally shaking. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I have to see Jacob and Collins again, or that I have to be in this building. It is just creepy and scary. I am literally shaking. Two Officers meet us and check us for weapons and what not. I am starting to feel numb. They lead us to a conference room. Paul is with us, of course, as well. I am taken into a small conference looking room. I sit down in the chair. There is a table and another chair. That’s it. No other windows besides the one on the door.

“You two need to leave,” an officer tells Louis and Harry.

“We are not—”

“Just go,” I tell them with a sigh. “I’ll be okay.”

They nod and leave, looking unsure. I sit and let out a sigh. I twirl my hair around my finger as I wait for something to happen. What am I supposed to say to either of those assholes? There isn’t much I want to do but cuss them out. But I am a lady (a small lady) so I will act like one. Nah, I am not really a lady, but I will pretend I am one I w.ill be a mother in like three months so I want to be a good role model if anything. I have had a lot of thought on what kind of mother I want to be, and I won’t be like Britney Spears that’s for sure.

I am erupted from my thoughts when the door opens. I don’t want to turn back and see who it is. I stay facing forward. My eyes flicker up from the table in time to see Jacob being sat in a chair. I glance him over. He looks tired. He looks worn down. He looks sad. Should have thought of that before he did what he did. He keeps his stares at the table. Smart move, but I didn’t come here to watch him look at a table.

Jacob glances at me, but quickly looks back to the table. I feel like my death glares are finally affecting someone for once. “You look great for someone who is six months pregnant,” Jacob croaks.