Broken (A 1D Fanfic)

Chapter 17

A/N: HAHAHA YA'LL MUST HATE ME RIGHT NOW. OLIVIA LEAVES EMMA TO FINISH A CHAPTER, AND SHE MAKES ALANNA PREGGERS. :D JUST SO YA KNOW, CHAPTER 1 HAS BEEN REWRITTEN TO EXPLAIN THE STORY BETTER. IT DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR, NO WORRIES. I'M GONNA LOVE WRITING THIS CHAPPY!

Emma :D

*Flashback*

"Wan't to watch a movie?" I nodded at Zayn's question. The boys and Liberty had all gone out partying, but Zayn refused to leave me here alone. Anyways, Zayn didn't like to party that much. Finally, some time alone.

Zayn stood up and put in Beastly, knowing it was one of my favourite films. I smiled at him as he came and sat next to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. 

"I want popcorn." I whispered into his ear. He paused the movie, chuckling. We both stood up, getting off of the couch that sat in the middle of the hotel suite.

Zayn first, we walked to the small kitchen. After Zayn finished making popcorn, he handed it to me and went to make a sandwich. "Hurry up!" I groaned, throwing a handful of popcorn at Zayn's back. He turned around, through a piece of bread at my face, and then went back to making food. Grinning like a crazy person, I stood up straight and opened the cupboard closest to me. I scanned all the items on the shelf, only one catching my eye. 

Flour. 

Quietly, I pulled the bag down and stuffed my hands into it. Bringing out two handfuls of white powder, I turned around. An evil grin spread across my lips.

Next thing I know, Zayn is shaking his hair out. "Oh, it's so on!" He exclaimed, grabbing a bottle of mustard and squirting it at me. I continued to throw things at him. Flour, popcorn, a cucumber. He squirted mustard, threw carrots and sprayed me in whipped cream. 

"Oh no you didn't!" I shrieked, stealing his whipped cream from his hand. I sprayed it all over his head. He advanced towards me as I just stood there, curious as to what he was doing. I took a step back and lost my balance. My legs fell from underneath me. As he rushed to help me up, Zayn slipped and landed on top of me.

We were face to face, our noses nearly touching. 

Zayn's lips crashed to mine. This was our first real kiss. It was deep, passionate and full of need. Zayn rolled over so that I was on top of him, never breaking the kiss. My fingers found their way into his whipped cream covered hair while his hands were on my waist. 

I broke away, gasping for air. "I need to get cleaned up." I mumbled, climbing off of him. He laughed, getting up as well. In a daze, I sauntered off to the shower. We took turns showering, Zayn after me. 

We snuggled on the couch, not really paying attention to the movie. All I could think about was that kiss. 

As if reading my mind, Zayn turned to me and placed his soft lips on mine. This second kiss was better than the first. I guess you could say it had more emotion in it. After a few minutes, I had somehow ended on top of him. My hands reached the top button of his shirt.

"Are you sure?" Zayn broke away, a look of cautiosness on his face as well as excitement and love. I nodded and pressed my lips to his.

*Flashback over*

"W-what?" I stuttered.

Zayn shook his head. "No, this can't be happening." My head snapped in his direction. 

"What?" My voice sounded hurt, angry and shocked. 

"I can't do this." Zayn stood up. I followed in suit, pulling my shirt over the gel without a care. "I'm out." He started towards the door.

I grabbed his arm. "Excuse me?" I snapped. "What happened to, 'Everything will be fine!' and 'No matter what, I'll be there for you' ?" I shouted. His gaze avoided mine as he ripped his arm out of my grasp. 

"When I said that, I didn't think this would happen." I stared at him in shock as he walked off.

Dr. Skeemer approached me cautiously. "Alanna, we need to talk about this." I nodded, a numb feeling taking over my body.

What just happened?

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Harry's POV

I stood in the parking lot just outside of the bus. Zayn and Alanna had been in the hospital for two hours already, and I was started to feel agitated inside the bus with four other people. 

Just as I looked up, I saw Zayn storming out of the hospital and towards the bus. And towards me. 

"Zayn?" A asked him, but he just ignored me. I heard the others ask him what was wrong, where he was going and what he was doing. He never answered. A minute later, he passed by me again, the same expression on his face. This time, though, he had his luggage in hands and was storming towards a parked taxi. 

"Zayn!" I shouted. He froze, put his bags down beside him and looked at me. I ran to him. "What are you doing? Where's Alanna?" 

For the past few weeks, my feelings for Alanna have grown, and if anything happened to her, I'd be broken. 

"I'm going home. She's inside." He muttered, about to pick up his bags.

I stopped him. "Home? What do you mean by home?" 

"Bradford."

My entire body froze. Zayn was leaving? Why?

"Why?"

A long pause.

"I just can't deal with it." 

With that, he picked up his bags, loaded the bags in the boot and climbed in the backseat. And I let him.

The only thing I could think about was Alanna. Where was she? Turning on my heels, I sprinted towards the hospital entrance. I stopped at the receptionist. "Alanna Kyles, where is she?" 

"Go to the elevators. Go up to floor three and then turn left. She'll be in Doctor Skeemer's office." I thanked the lady and ran to the lift. My finger slammed against the button with a three on it and the doors slid closed. The moment the doors slid open, I was out and running to the left. My eyes flickered across all of the signs on the doors. Two doors down from the end of the hallway, I found a door with a sign that read, 'Doctor Skeemer' on it. I knocked and opened the door when a male voice had beckoned me in.

"Yes?" The older man asked. I looked at Alanna. She looked up at me, tear stained cheeks and all. Within seconds she was hugging me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around her. "Harry!" She sounded relieved. "Where's Zayn?"

She didn't know? Oh gosh. She already looked so upset, but if I didn't tell her it would hurt her even more. "He left." She pulled back, her red eyes looked questioning. "To Bradford." She stepped closer to me once again and pulled me into an even tighter hug. This time, her body shook with sobs. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here for you." I whispered. She nodded before pulling away and wiping her eyes, sniffling quietly. 

"Please, take a seat. Alanna, we still have to go through what your plans are." She nodded and took a seat, signalling me to sit in the chair next to her. "Alanna, would you like to tell him what's going on?" The doctor gestured to me. With slight hesitation, Alanna nodded and turned to me.

"H-harry," She stuttered. "I-i'm pregnant." I tossed aside the initial shock, anger and hatred-- the last two against Zayn -- and grabbed her hand in mine. I squeezed it reassuringly before turning to the doctor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alanna staring at me in both shock and awe.

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make Alanna happy and help the baby."