-Miranda's POV-
"What do you mean you're pregnant?" I asked trying to catch my breath. I was caught off guard when she threw it at me. I wasn't expecting that, especially out of all people. I mean I know her and Zayn are quite active but I never thought that Zayn would be the type not to use protection.
She looked around and grabbed my hand dragging me to the woman's bathroom down the hall. "I'm not pregnant."
"Wait, what?" First she is telling me that she is, and now she is telling me she isn't. What the actual fuck is happening. She looks at me with a concerning look and then sighs. "I was pregnant." She corrects herself.
Alright this girl needs to get her story straight, I'm just not understanding what the hell is going on. "I was eight weeks last week, when I went to the doctors and found out that I was pregnant but I had gotten a miscarriage."
Someone enters the bathroom and we stay quiet for a minute pretending we are washing our hands, and fixing up our makeup until the person leaves the bathroom. I look back at her and then she continues. "You see, I had no idea I was pregnant."
"What do you mean you had no idea, you must of had some idea considering you must have skipped a few periods."
"I thought I was just late."
"Four weeks late?" I asked, making her sound like a fool.
"Last week I wasn't feeling to well and that's when they told me."
"Well that is still no reason not to come home, and talk to Zayn. He's been a wreck." And he was, he looked like a car had hit him, and then reversed and hit him again. I've never seen somebody so hurt, and I never want to see it again, especially coming from Zayn. He doesn't deserve to be treated the way he is.
"I can't tell him. I don't know how he's gonna react. Happy that I was pregnant but then sad I had a miscarriage, or vice-versa. I just don't want to tell him. I don't know what will happen to us if I do."
"I don't know what will happen to you if you don't go and see him. He might end up throwing himself off a bridge."
I just don't want to think this way anymore. I don't know how Harry would handle it, if I was going through the same scenario. But I just wouldn't get up and walk away and leave him to fend for himself. I could never do that to Harry and I don't understand how Perrie is doing it to Zayn right now.
"Go and see him, and tell him. I think he will care more about seeing you than what has happened."
"I don't know."
"Do it, do it for him." She nodded and we walked out of the restroom as I followed behind her. I walked her back to her desk and she handed me her purse. "Here can you bring this out to my car." She asked
"Sure but won't you need anything in it?"
"No, I think you need it more than I do." I nodded and reminded her to go home tonight and talk to Zayn about everything. I walked out through security once again and found Perrie's car in the employee section. I pulled the handle to her car and noticed it was lock. I dug through her purse to see if she had left her keys inside so I could unlock it. Instead of finding her keys I found that a tan folder was in my way marked with the name Ian Styles, another marked Anne Styles, another Harry Styles and then the file of Bobby Horan.
Ian Styles? Is this what Perrie meant by I need it more than her? What am I suppose to do with these? Ian Styles. Harry's last name. I've never heard Harry mention anyone by the name of that, could it be his father? Why would she give it to me instead of Harry? Am I suppose to give it to him or am I suppose to read it.
I slightly opened the file to see a couple of papers laying on top. I want to read it but see that I should leave it to Harry. Or am I initially who is suppose to read it? Perrie needs to be more clear with her thoughts.
I open the car once I find the keys at the bottom of her purse and leave her purse on the drivers seat, and left the door unlock taking the tan folder with me. I walk over back to my car and hop into the drivers seat. I turn on the engine and look into my review mirror noticing a black van is backing up behind me.
I wait for a moment until I've noticed it has left the parking lot. I start to back out when I hear my phone ring and I pull back into the parking spot not wanting to be on the phone while driving. I pick my phone up from off the passengers seat and see that a number is calling me. I picked it up hitting answer, putting the phone right up to my cheek. "Hello?" I answer.
"Miranda?" I hear Harry's voice call out through the phone.
"Hey Harry." I chirp.
"How are you?"
"Good, great actually. I thought we weren't suppose to be in touch for a while. You know, low profile?" I reminded him, I was suppose to go see him this weekend saying to my father that I was gonna go stay with Perrie again.
"I know, I just missed your voice."
"Aww.. Corny but sweet."
We talk for a few minutes as I listen to him go on about something that I'm not very intent with. I want to ask him about these files that Perrie gave me. I'm not sure if they are for me to read through or for me to give to Harry. And if Perrie gave them to me for me to read, I shouldn't acknowledge Harry about it. For sure he will get up all up in my business an that's the last thing the both of us need. He's to wrap up in whatever he is doing and he doesn't need any distractions. But what if they are for him?
I'll just keep them to myself for now until I go through them and if there is nothing in there for me I'll hand them over to Harry. "What about you?" He ask me.
"Hmmm, what?" I asked dumb founded.
"Me, you, food? How does that sound?" He repeats himself.
"Sounds perfect, for when?"
"Tomorrow night. Were you not listening?" He ask.
"Sorry no, I'm kind of over thinking things on the other end of your conversation."
"Alright, then I'll let you go. See you tomorrow then?"
"Yes you will."
"Good, bye."
"Bye."
Then I clicked the end button looking over at the tan files adjacent of me. I grab the folder on top reading Harry Styles. I open it and on top is his birth certificate reading his mother "Anne Styles" and father "Ian Styles" I flip over to the next page and look at his medical folders reading that his blood type AB negative.
Next is his records reading his testimony at trial. I read over it and over to see that there is nothing in here that relates to me. I grabbed the folder that reads "Anne Styles" I look over her birth certificate then medical her blood type being A. Then the description of her Topsy. Noticing that she was shot in the back of the head.
I grab the next file "Ian Styles" over his medical files and birth certificate, his blood type also being A. I look over a page that says he shot Maura Horan. If Harry's family isn't fucked up then I don't know whose is. Next I grab Bobby Horan not understanding why Perrie had also given me his file. I look over his medical and birth certificate, his blood type being B.
I flip over the file and return it to the pile of tan folders beside me. I sigh in not understanding what Perrie wanted me to know...
