Soldier (Zayn Malik and Ariana Grande) (slowly Editing) Book 1

Chapter 23: Afghanistan

~Zayn's POV~

I was in a little house, with the other soldiers. I was watching a child go into a house, he had no bomb strap to him or anything or at least not yet.

"Lieutenant, Zayn." I heard a a familiar Irish voice.

I turned my head to see, Ana Horan. "What are you doing here?

"It's nice to see you too." Ana smiled.

"Ana." I said, looking at her.

"I was sent a letter, back in Ireland." Ana said, sitting down. "And I knew that Niall would of done it, came here. Zayn...I'm still honoring my brother."

I sighed as I remembered why she was here and why she was doing all this. It was a good thing that she's doing this but it's bad because she keeps running away from home.

"Ana, do you're parents know?" I asked.

"Nope..." She said.

"Ana." I said, again.

"But that's not the big big problem." Ana said, getting up.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm pregnant." Ana spat out.

My eyes widen. "What the fuck Ana?! You are crazy. You have to go home."

"I can't." Ana said, crying.

"Why?" I asked.

"My mother will freak and my father will..kick me out. I already brought my things here. After all this is over, I'm moving somewhere." Ana said.

"How many months?" I asked.

"4 weeks." Ana said. "it's covered to you can't really see it."

"Ana, when this is over...you live with me and my family. But you have to get job." I said.

"Really?!" Ana smiled.

"Yes, yes." I said, nodding.

"Thank you, Zayn!" Ana said, hugging me.

I hugged her back as I felt her stomach. Yeah I don't know how long she is going to able to pull this off.

"Lieutenant." The Captain said. "We have a child that has a bomb on him."

I got up quickly and ran to the window. I was about to run to the door but the Captain stopped me.

"Captain, we have to save that boy!" I said, yelling.

"You'll be dead by the time he gets in that house." The Captain stated.

Tears were running down my face. I saw that little boy but my mind replaced it with Carlos. He stopped as he looked at me.

"Dada." He said, reaching out to me.

"Car-" I was pulled back. When I looked again, it wasn't my so anymore it was the boy. The little boy walked into the house. The house blew up.

I glared at the Captain as he stood there, look down. I turned around to see the other soldiers standing and staring at me.

"Let me tell you all something." I said, walking towards them. "Well actually, let me ask you a question first, do you have kids at home?"

They all nodded. "Yes? Well me too and let me tell you something. Watching a kid walk out there with a fucking bomb stuck on their shirt is never going to stop me from saving them. If I die, I die but it was worth it! I have a son and a new born daughter. Elizabeth and Carlos. Carlos is only six months old. Yesterday he said, dada. Would watch a child die just you can't save them?"

"No sir." They said.

"Our job, our life is to save and serve this country. Not to watch people die." I said, looking at the Captain. "If I see a child out there, I'm saving them."