A Why Don't We Baby

Why don't we baby: Part 12

your pov -

The nurses wheeled me back into the room, where I found all of the boys & Christina waiting for me.

"So?" Jonah asked, "What did they say?"

"I don't know yet. Haven't got any results." I could see the boys looked tired, "You know guys, I think I need some alone time."

The boys all said goodbye and left, except for Jonah. "I'll stay."

"No. You won't Jonah." I said, trying to sound stern but in my head i knew it wasn't working.

"Y/n. You got hit by a car, I'm staying here."

If there's one thing I knew about Jonah, it was that he's stubborn, extremely stubborn. I couldn't even be bothered fighting with him, so I gave up.

"What makes you think I want you here anyways Jonah?" I spat the words out at him. I could tell her was hurt, but so was I.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I made a mistake and-"

"You know what, it's hard enough being seen with one of you boys, the hate from the fans is on another level, but when they want you and Tate together, it's even worse," I said, tears rolling down my face. "You don't even understand, i've been called a slut, a whore, a bitch, but none of it mattered, until you called me a liar."

I could see tears falling from Jonah's eyes now too, I felt bad for making him upset but I was so angry I couldn't stop.

"And even before that, leaving me alone, posting pictures with Tate, when you stared right through me whilst holding her hand. I was at breaking point Jonah. And then everyone turned on me as if I had done something wrong,"

"Y/n." Now it was Jonah's turn to interrupt me, "You don't understand, it's so complicated with Tate-"

"Complicated?" I yelled, infuriated, "Go on then Jonah. Explain, let's see how complicated it is."

"Y/n, it's not as easy as that and-"

"Just what I thought, no explanation." I really was crying now. "Complicated." i muttered under my breath and laughed.

"You don't get it, alright?!" Jonah yelled at me, which scared me. "She has dirt on me, serious dirt. And I can't let that come out."

"W-what?" I stuttered. "What dirt jonah?"

"It doesn't matter what," Jonah said, with his head in his hands.

"Jonah, you can tell me."

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, "I got a DUI when i was 18."

"Jonah, that was so long ago and-"

"If the fans found out, they'd hate me. I'm supposed to be a role model, but I was underage drinking and driving, I could've killed someone..."

"But you didn't," I said, sitting up in my bed. Suddenly it all made sense, Jonah didn't want to do this to me, Tate was putting him up to it the whole time.