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Twenty-Five.

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Y/N's POV

After two weeks off being in the hospital I'm finally able to go home. I am not the same person I was before the shooting happened though. The doctor says that I'm lucky to be alive. The second bullet was less than an inch away from my lung, if I would've gotten hit I wouldn't be here now.

I have trouble breathing sometimes so I have an oxygen tank with me and I have to be on a breathing machine at night. My doctor says once I get my breathing right I won't need those things anymore.

"Alright Y/N are you ready to go home?" Doctor Kennedy asked.

I nodded my head.

"Here's some prescription for the pain. Oxycodone, only take these when you need them. This is a narcotic so it's very easy to get addicted to these so be careful. I'll see you in a month for a follow up but if you have any problems before then just come in and I'll check you out." Dr. Kennedy said.

I nodded my head.

"Doctor why is she not talking?" Mom asked.

"Some people tend to be quiet after they've went through something traumatic but she'll break out of it eventually." Dr. Kennedy said.

"She better break out of it soon I'm not a damn mind reader." Mom said.

I rolled my eyes and put on my sunglasses. Mom got my bags and began walking out of the room. Big Rob was behind me pushing my chair out of the room. We got on the elevator and went downstairs to the lobby. On the ride down I got scared because I knew there was going to be a swarm of paparazzi outside.

"Don't worry Y/N. My guys and I are here to make sure that they don't lay a finger on you." Big Rob said.

When we got off the elevator there was a pack of security guard waiting on me. They surrounded my mom and I as we walked outside to the car. The paps tried to get a picture of me but it was impossible because of all the guys I had around me. Big Rob helped me get into the car and we were on our way. Instead of the driver taking me to my place he took me to my parents house. I looked at my mom and gave her the why the hell are we here look.

"The doctors said you need to have someone watching you 24/7 and I don't trust you in that big ass house by yourself." Mom said.

I let out sigh because now I'm going to become a burden on everyone around me. If my sister and Keith weren't so fucking stupid I wouldn't be in this mess right now. I got out of the car and sat in my wheelchair, Big Rob was about to roll me in the house but I let him know I could handle it myself. Rob held the door open for me and I wheeled myself into the house. I went past the foyer and when I turned the corner I heard, "Surprise!"

In my parents living there was Zayn, 5H, Little Mix, Demi, Zendaya, Kehlani, Tori, Diana, Jackson and Riley. Seeing all those people scared me to death. I wheeled into another room to try and calm myself down. I started sweating and it was getting hard to breath. Luckily I had a small oxygen tank attached to my wheelchair, I turned on the tank and put on my mask. Ever so slowly I could feel my breathing going back to normal.

"Some welcome home party huh."

I looked around me and no one was in the room. I recognized the voice because I heard it a lot when I was in the hospital. Almost every single night this little girl would come to me in my dreams and she was the most beautiful little girl but she scared the hell out of me. I lifted my head and the little girl from my dreams was standing in front of me.

"Calm down I'm not here to hurt you I'm here to help you." The little girl said.

I took off my mask and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"So smart yet so dumb. Look very closely." She said.

I took off my sunglasses and examine the little girl closely she looked like me but she also looked like Zayn too.

"Amelia?"

"You finally recognize your own daughter, it took you long enough."

When I was pregnant and found out that I was having a girl I decided that her name was going to be Amelia. But Amelia didn't make it, now she's here.

"You were a baby when I miscarried, now you're three years old. I don't understand that." I said.

"Excuse me I'm four years old and the big guy upstairs works in mysterious ways. He sent me to help you out mommy. So get used to it because I'm going to be here for a long time." Amelia said.

"Listen little girl you need to go back to where the hell you came from and leave me alone." I said.

"Hell is where bad people go. So get ready for a little adventure cupcake because I'm not going anywhere." Amelia said.

The door opened and Zayn walked in. "Babe who were you talking to?" He asked.

"No one." I said.

I looked around and Amelia disappeared, that sneaky little rugrat. Zayn sat down in front of me and kissed the back of my hand. "How are you feeling?" Zayn asked.

"I'm a little sore but I'm glad to be home." I said.

"I'm glad to have you back home. You had me really worried for a minute." Zayn said.

"Is there anyway that you can convince my parents to let me stay at my house?" I asked.

"Already taken care. After the party you're going home and Ally and I will take care of you." Zayn said.

"Thank you, I'm really glad that you're here to help me out." I said.

Zayn leaned closer and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Zayn and I's private moment was interrupted when Riley came into the room. "Y/N you're missing your party, come on." She said.

"I'm coming baby girl." I said.

I turned my chair around and wheeled it into the living room. Everyone was so happy to see me and I was happy to see them too. It was big surprise when I saw all five members of Fifth Harmony together. I don't know what happened while I was in the hospital but hey it brought the girls together.

"So is the group back together?" I asked.

"Nope." Ally said.

"What the hell? I thought you all kissed and made up. Y'all sang to my baby while she was in a coma and y'all sounded great? What happened?" Mom asked.

"Trust issues. Normani, Ally, and myself don't think that we can trust Camila and Lauren again." Dinah said.

"Can we please talk about something other than music please?" I asked.

"But you love music Y/N, it's your life." Dad said.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore dad." I said.

"What does that mean?" Dad asked.

"I'm not singing anymore, I'm done with the music business."

(A/N)

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