Anything Can Happen (Sequel to Something Special) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 30 - Fueds

I'm going to start updating every sunday.

Ariana's POV

"I love the way you make me feel, I love it! I love it!"

I sang at the top of my lungs, eyes sealed shut as I wash my long locks. The warm water from the shower bounced off my skin, relaxing my sore muscles. After finishing washing the rest of my hair and my body, I turned off the shower and hopped out while grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my body.

Leaving the bathroom, I walked towards my draw, bobbing my head while humming. While I was reaching for some panties, My cell phone blared on my bed. Clutching my towel I rushed over to the device, smiling lightly at the picture of Zayn, signaling him calling. Taping answer, I raised the phone to my ear.

"Hey Zayn," I grinned.

"Ariana," He breathed sounding worried.

Furrowing my eyebrows I sat down on my bed, towel still draping over my body,

"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.

The line was silent for a few seconds. I pulled the phone away from my ear checking to see if he hung up or the call was dropped but it was still going.

"I-I um," He stuttered. I laughed lightly at his nervousness waiting for him to form an actual sentence, "I was wondering when your next doctors appointment was, I would like to come." He blurted.

My heart swelled at his request, not expecting at all that he would even ask.

"Oh, Its on Wednesday at 11:30." I told him playing with the ends of my wet hair.

"Is it alright if I join you?" He laughed nervously, I chuckled, "Of course you can."

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Great okay, I'll see you Wednesday." I nodded, then realizing he can't see me, "Alright, See you Wednesday!" I grinned before ending the call.

Placing my phone on my bed I stood up, my towel still in my grasp. As I got dressed I thought of Zayn moments ago on the phone. He sounded as if in a battle with himself not knowing what to say. I think its cute. And the fact that he asked to go to my doctor's appointment, even though were starting to build our relationship once up again, makes me smile to myself.

When I finished dressing I stood in front of my full length mirror. I examined my light pink sweatpants, hanging low on my hips due to my swelling belly. I'm getting bigger and bigger every day and don't know how much longer i'll last before I can't fit into my clothes anymore. Even my black tank top rides up over my belly button.

"5 more months." I whisper to my baby, rubbing my protruding stomach.

Zayn's POV

Shit! Shit! Shit! What have I done? I chickened out that's what I bloody well did! The whole purpose of that call to Ariana was to tell her about Harry and Samantha but as soon as I heard her greet me I lose myself in her beautiful voice.

She sounded so happy and sweet I just coulnd't break the news to her just like that. But thank god I saved myself and asked if I could go to her doctor's appointment. Maybe I can tell her after.

I feel bad having to tell her myself instead of letting Harry tell her but If I don't and wait for Harry to, It will never happen. Harry always finds his ways to get out of any sticky situation and I'm done covering his ass.

I have to tell Ariana, and I definitely will on Wednesday.

Two days later; On Wednesday

"Zayn wake your ass up Harry and Louis are at it again." The words coming from Niall's lips caused my eyes to fly open. I jumped out bed, following and sprinting Niall.

Entering the living room area I was brought back to two nights ago. Louis was standing over a guilty Harry, whose face was in his hands.

"I just want the fucking truth Harry! We're best friends, the least you could do is not lie to me!" Louis voice cracked.

Harry's head raised from his hands, staring directly at Louis with red eyes. "How many times do I have to say It, I'm not lying Lou!" Harry rasped.

Louis shook his head looking at me. I blinked looking at Harry then back towards Louis. "What happened, what lie?" I asked sitting next to Harry on the couch, keeping a whole cushion in between us. Louis sat on the arm of the recliner Niall was peacefully siting on, watching the war.

"He keeps lying," Louis glared, "and saying Samantha threw herself at him."

Harry threw his hands in the air. "I'm not lying!" He screamed startling Niall and I. Louis laughed harshly, "What makes you think I'm going to believe you?"

Harry stared at Louis in disbelief. "Wow, I don't know maybe you should trust what your best friend says?" Harry shrugged anger beginning to bubble in his eyes.

"I'm obviously going to take my own blood's words over yours!" Louis shouted standing up again. Harry followed his lead standing directly in front of him.

Niall and I sprung in our seats going behind each boy just in case someone decided to swing.

"Nice to know how close we actually were." Harry spat, walking past Louis, knocking shoulders forcefully with each other. Harry stormed out of the hotel room, slamming the door.

Louis didn't dare look back at the door. He just swallowed and walked back into his own room, slamming and locking the door. I looked at Niall, who's eyes read a sad emotion mixed with confusion. It was so silent in the now vacant room, as if nothing even happened.

One of the room doors opened, reveling a sleepy Liam rubbing his eyes. "What the hell is with all the door slamming?" He asked.