Chapter 5

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Kole's POV

A baby. A fucking baby. Right what I needed at this point in time. I was freaking the hell out, and this was like two months into this pregnancy.

It's not that I hated babies, I didn't. I just hated how the process of almost having one before almost cost me everything I hold precious. I just didn't want to think about it now. I could ponder this later, right after I apologized for me fairly dramatic and, well,  not so graceful exit from the dining room. At least now I could relate to Zayn on some level...

I put on Falling  by Harry Styles and hopped onto my bed, face down, just lying there, thinking about my life right now, and how much of a turn it was taking now. It may seem way less than dramatic to anyone, but the stuff I and my family had gone through, though not may things, have had an effect on the way I looked at stuff, the pedestal I had put some people on, and stuff like that.

This was why I was not at all pleased to find out that my mom was going to go through some of the same stuff again, but I decided that for her, and for the sake of the baby, I was going to try and act normal, and try to be happy, because I knew I was going to love this baby when it came, which I hope it did.

I sat there, listening as the music seeped into my brain, sending me slowly to sleep. I was nearly there when suddenly Cheryl burst into the room, yelling my name.

Kooollllleee!!!!!!! Get your ass outta bed, we going to Bruster's!" Oh my god.

I slowly got out, muttering curse words I wasn't sure existed as I put on some slides.

"It's ten thirty in the evening, what the hell do you want from Bruster's, and why do I listen to you?" I murmured, going over to the elevator. "And why don't you bug your boyfriend as much as you do to me?"  She threw me a smile as she pressed the buttons and we started moving down, "Cos you love me, and second, because my boyfriend is actually important to me, so I gotta treat him right lol."

" Excuse me, did you just say lol?" Who says that anymore? Oh, right, this child right here.

" Shut up, she sassed, "I've been saying it since I was sixteen." We got into my Venono, she getting into the driver's seat as, I said, "Yeah, but that was like ten years ago, now we - hey!" I probably should have said that after I got into the car, which was now moving up out of the garage, into the open, probably taking my hand with it. "See you at the top!" She smiled, leaning over to close the door as the platform ascended. Oh, this bitch...

I looked over at the elevator, which I was now gonna have to walk all the way across the garage to get to. Man, those were gonna be a long seven steps...

I got up there, and the car was basically at the gate. I took my time, and soon enough, Cheryl was honking loud enough to wake up the entire north part of the house. "Chill your pants, hoe!" I screamed, finally getting  to the car and opening it.

" Hey, motherfucka!" Shit. "Oh my god!" I shouted, my head hitting the ceiling of the car. Ugh, 6'3.

"Wayne?! What in the world are you doing in my car? At my house? On my property, even? And are you going to apologise for nearly cracking my head open?" Damn, my friends were annoying.

" We're going out in it, the car is at it, the house is on it, and no," he smirked (he answered the questions in the order in which Kole asked).

"Ugh, okay, let's just go to Bruster's, I want a green apple slushy." I muttered, putting on my seatbelt. " Okay, grandpa!" Wayne screamed into my ear. "Yo, we are literally in the same car. We are literally sharing the same seat! You don't gotta scream your ass out. Gosh..."

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