Broken (A 1D Fanfic)

Chapter 16

Hey guys, Olivia here!! I am writing this chapter. (I told crazy Emma that she could write it but now I want to so muahahahahahaha)

Zayn's P.O.V.

 I grabbed my cell phone right away and dialled the hospital.

"Hulo, Ealing hospital." A male voice picked up.

"Hello, may I please speak with Nurse Carter please" I asked politely.

"Sure, please hold." I heard as the phone played music. I paced back and forth down the hall of the bus. Everything was red and black, the chairs, walls, duvet covers, furniture and everything else! I held my phone closer to my ear every second that the music played. I layed down on my soft bunk bed that I shared with Harry. Finally, Carter picked up.

"Nurse Carter Evans speaking, what may I help you with?" Carter said.

"Carter, it's Zayn Malik. Alanna was throwing up about five minutes ago, and it was completely out of the blue.. What should I do?" I asked very eagerly and curiously.

"Get Alanna down here as soon as possible. Where are you guys???" She asked.

"We are in Erith, we'll be there in two hours." I rushed. "Bye."

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"Where's Louis?" Niall asked, hanging his arm around Liberty's shoulders. 

I thought for a moment. "In the loo." I said, remembering that a while ago Lou had gone to the loo to do his hair. (See what I did there? Lou to the loo?)

"He's been there for ages!" Zayn complained. "Probably fixing up his hair." He mumbled.

Louis then skipped into the room, his hair perfected to how he liked it. "Don't go to the toilet, the smell of hair products is overpowering." Louis said to us, grinning like a mad man.

"I'm not sure why, but this sort of reminds me of that interview we had on YTV in Toronto. Remember that game we played? Everyone but Louis said that Louis took the longest to do his hair." Liam stated, looking nostalgic.

Niall smiled. "I remember that! You uys said I'd be most likely to kiss the queen on the lips!" He laughed. 

Liberty looked at him. "I saw that on television. Funniest part was when you actually pecked her lips. " She burst out laughing.

I told her to be quiet right away. Alanna was still sleeping and we were only a half hour away from Hanwall, so I wanted her to get as much rest as possible.

"I didn't kiss her, she pecked me!" Niall insisted, his voice quieter than before. 

Liberty was quieter, as well. "That's not what it looked like."

"And DJ Malik was the only one who'd rather sit and be lazy instead of party." I laughed at Harry's comment. My hand slapped over my mouth as I remembered Alanna sleeping just down the hall.

A loud bang was heard from where Alanna was. We all rushed into the area with the bunks to see her sitting in her bed, her hand holding her forehead. I ran to her and sat of the edge of the bed.

"Are you alright?" I asked, worried and concerned.

"I'm fine, Zayn." She winced. "Bloody bunk beds. I need space to sit up." She murmured, making me chuckle. 

Glad she was okay, I went on to tell her, "We're about ten minutes away from the hospital. You should get dressed, yeah?" She nodded and scooted out of bed. I watched as she grabbed an outfit from her bag and walked towards the loo. She shut the door behind her. Seconds later, she came running out, her nose pinched between her fingers.

"EW! What happened in there?" She asked, rushing towards us. 

We all glanced at each other. "Louis' hair." We chimed in unison while Louis just smiled cheekily.

Shaking her head she turned around, gasped for air and then closed the door again. After about a minute, she strolled out while tying her hair in a ponytail. The minute she stepped out she took a deep breath. 

I felt the bus come to a stop. Clasping hands with Alanna, who looked like she was feeling better, I walked off the bus.

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Alanna's POV

We approached the hospital entrance. My palms became sweaty due to nerves. "Calm down, everything will be fine." Zayn tried. He kept on whispering reasurring words in my ear, trying to get me to calm down.

The sliding doors opened and we stepped over the threshold. A familiar fragrange of cleaning products wafted to my nostrils, making me feel slightly naucious. 

"Alanna!" A cheery, familiar voice spoke in front of me. I looked ahead to see the receptionist, Sherry. I smiled at her. "Nurse Carter is ready for you in her office." I nodded, leading Zayn to where we would have to be. 

LIberty and the boys stayed on the bus, waiting patiently for us to be out and tell them what was going on. Knocking twice on Carter's door, I walked in, pilling Zayn behind me. 

The nurse smiled up at us. "Alanna! Take a seat." We both took a seat on soft, blue cushioned armchairs. "So, Zayn told me you weren't feeling well. All I know so far is that you were vomitting. Is there anything else?"

"I felt a bit dizzy. It was kind of sudden. We were laughing and watching a movie this morning and the next thing I know I'm leaning over the edge of the toilet. I had a headache, but I managed to sleep it off." Carter nodded and scribbled something down.

"Well, we're going to need to take an MRI to see if it's something to do with the tumor. We'll run a few blood tests, and anything else that might give us information." I nodded. Standing up, Nurse Carter led us to the part of the hospital where MRI scans are taken.

Luckily, nobody was booked for an MRI scan so I could go straight in. Zayn had to wait in the waiting room.

The MRI was done quickly. The blood tests came back normal. Zayn and I were just sitting in the waiting room, waiting for either Dr. Skeemer or Nurse Carter to tell us the results of the MRI.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Dr.Skeemer entered the room and stood in front of us. 

"Good news is, there is no tumor. Bad news is, we'll need to take an ultrasound to see if anything is wrong with her stomach. I nodded shakily. Zayn squeezed my hand reassuringly. "We can take you for testing now, if you'd like." I nodded. The doctor led Zayn and I down a couple hallways, up an elevator and into an ultrasound room. Just as I sat down, Zayn kissed the top of my bald head. I smiled weakly at him before laying on the bed. Both men in the room had seen my stomach, so it's not like I was scared of that. Zayn had seen me in a bathing suit and the doctor has done an ultrasound on me before. 

I pulled at the bottom of my shirt, lifting it high enough for the doctor to see my stomach. He rubbed the cold gel on it and moved the ultrasound detector thing around. I watched the screen and saw a small lump to the right.

Glancing at Dr. Skeemer, I saw that his brows were furrowed in thought. 

"Is that a tumor?" Zayn asked, sounding worried as hell.

"No...." The doctor hesitated. 

Zayn and I looked at him in confusion. 

"Alanna, you're pregnant."