Life with One Direction

Chapter 12: Why are you here?

**Megan's POV**

He's here, the man I never wanted to see again, the man who made my life hell, well, part of it.. My father. How? How did he find me here? I'm across the world yet here he is on my doorstep.

"Why are you here?" I ask from my spot on the stairs.

"To see my daughter, why else?"

"No, you are NOT my father, not since the day you started beating mum and I, not since the day you left, that was a mistake you cannot fix."

"You've made mistakes you can't fix Megan! You left your dying mother and had that thing!" he says pointing to a sleeping Addi in my arms. My anger begins to build and I can tell everyone else can see it. Eleanor takes Addi from my arms and her and Perrie go out back with her.

"Do you think I wanted to leave her?! Because I didn't! I never wanted to leave mum! But I didn't have a choice I had to leave! And for your information Austin that thing, is my daughter! The daughter that I gave birth to after being impregnated by a complete psycho! I don not ever want to hear you say anything to me about her, no I don't want to hear you say anything to me ever again!

You will not walk out on us like that and come back thinking you're the perfect family member! Like you didn't get drunk every night! Like you didn't do drugs. like you didn't beat my and my mother! You cannot do that, not to me or her, you will not be a part of my life or Addison's for that matter, you don't deserve to see her grow, you don't deserve to even see her, now go away before you do something you'll regret." I seethe.

"I wouldn't regret beating you right where you stand." The moment these words leave his mouth Harry is giving him the death glare, but I look at him and silently tell him not to touch him.

"You don't have the guts to do anything to me Austin, you know you don't, if you did you would have."

In this moment he took two strides closer and raised his hand. I kept my eyes open waiting for the sting that never came, my view of my father was blocked by Zayn, my father's slap as well. Zayn took a hit for me?

My father stormed out of the house the second Zayn looked up at him from where he lay, the impact had knocked him to the ground. In a second I was on my knees at his side.

"Zayn? Zayn, hello? Hey look at me hon you're bleeding." A cut above his brow from my fathers ring.

"Oh and another thing Megan, your mother... She's dead."

      And in that moment my world stopped spinning, the laughter stopped ringing and the cheering got quiet. The sun was hidden by the clouds and the moon was nowhere to be found. The stars became dull and the clouds turned black, blanketing the world with rain. As the little droplets fell upon our heads it was as if we all stopped moving, stopped talking, stopped breathing even. Smiles turned to frowns and hands started to shake, violent screams echo in this small closet where we hide. My fingers fumble with my phone, dialing home, only to have it answered... By silence. It's over, she's truly gone, and I wasn't there for her during her last hours, he last few moments, her final intake of breath. My walls came crashing down, nothing mattered, my ragged breaths and shattered sobs the only sound around us. And those two words continue to echo in my head.

"She's dead."