Julia's POV:
I hadn't seen Niall in a week, but there wasn't a second that went by when I wasn't thinking of him.
His face when I told him.
The hurt look in his eyes.
Him thinking he wasn't good enough.
He thought he was the problem.
Little did he know...
I wish I could tell him, I wish I could just go to him and explain everything, every detail of what happened since that night Harry first came to dinner. The night that my whole life changed, and in my opinion, not for the better.
But, I couldn't. It wasn't going to happen, I needed to deal with it. I had barely left my room all week. I told my mom I wasn't feeling well, and after she didn't buy that, I told her Harry and I got in a fight. He agreed to go along with it, but I refused to tell him the truth.
The only person I've told is Lilly. She agreed that I was right to tell him, but now more than ever I wish I hadn't. I was happy. And then I had to go spitting out the truth and ruin everything.
I picked up my phone, instinctively calling Niall, as I had done so many times this past week.
"Heey you've reached my amazing boyfriends voicemail!.."
I smiled. He still hadn't changed his voicemail from the dorky one I made for him.
I hung up, deciding not to leave another message. I wiped my eyes, not even realizing I was crying.
--Later that day--
Niall's POV:
I set the empty bottle down on the counter. I've been a mess ever since that.. Night.
I've gone back to drinking a lot, something I used to do in highschool. I never told Julia, because the past was the past and I didn't feel like it needed to be dug up.
I haven't talked to anyone this week. I've turned my phone completely off and just ignored people in every way possible. I've tried everything, but the constant pain just wouldn't go away. It was like everything reminded me of her, and just when I would start to feel normal again, something would change that.
I threw the glass bottle into the garbage among the others, going up to my room. I had a massive hangover from the night before, and wanted nothing more than to just sleep it off. I rested on my bed, slowly closing my eyes.
Ten minuets of tossing and turning proved that I wasn't going to sleep. I sat, looking around my room. Smiling at the ugly ACDC poster I hung to hide the hole in the wall I made with a baseball. My room was the ugliest color of blue, but I Remember how happy I was when my dad painted it for me years ago.
I then looked at the picture of Julia and I on my nightstand. She was wearing her bright smile as I kissed her cheek. Tears brimmed my eyes as I carefully set it face down on the table.
I'll never understand why she did it, But she was one hell of an actress. Being with Harry and I at the same time.. And now agreeing to marry him? It just didn't add up.. She owes me an explanation, but I didn't want to hear it.
It would just hurt more. I saw her at Lilly's house a few days ago and all I remember was that seeing her hurt me. She looked just like me. Torn up, confused, unhappy. Yet even after everything that went down, seeing her like that hurt.
My eyes landed on a piece of paper, jutting out from between books on my desk. I stood up, pulling it out from it's nesting spot on my desk. It was my acceptance letter from London. I read it over a few times, thinking carefully.
Now that I didn't have Julia, why shouldn't I go? It was an amazing opportunity, everything I had ever wanted. It would be far to hard to stay here and watch Julia get married.
I couldn't keep avoiding places I thought she might be at my whole life.
There was an open house coming up next week..
I was going to London.
-Lilly's POV-
I took a deep breath, before clicking his name in my contacts. I hadn't remembered getting it from him, but thankfully I did.
"Hello?"
Shit, he answered.
"Um hey Zayn.. Its Lilly. We have to talk. It's important." I said, nervously.
The other line was quiet, no sound but his uneven breathing. "Can't you tell me now?" He asked, eventually.
"I think we should talk face to face," I suggested.
He sighed, "Okay. I'll meet you uptown in 10 minuets.
--
I stood, leaning against a brick wall. It was an unusually chilly summers day.
How was I to tell him he was the father? More importantly, how would he react?
My worst fear was him wanting nothing to do with it.. Although I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.
"Hey.." His voice made my head shoot up.
He was wearing all black, from the jeans to the beanie, and I had to admit I liked it.
"Oh um Hi," I said, momentarily forgetting the reason we were here.
"Sooo.." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Zayn I'm pregnant" I said quickly.
His eyes widened and he took a step back.
"It's-it's not mine-" he said through gritted teeth.
I feared this would happen.
"Listen Zayn I don't want the thing either but it's yours okay?" I spat.
He shook his head. "No"
No? NO?
"You think you can just say no to this? Like it's a CHOICE? It takes two people to have a baby Zayn!" I cried.
He just shook his head again, looking at the ground. "It can't.. I can't.. This can't happen," he muttered.
"I'm done okay? I'm out." He said.
Here come the waterworks.
"So your just going to fricking leave? You want your kid to be the type who never get to have a father because your an ass?" I yelled.
"I can't do this okay? It's your fricking problem now," he said, turning to walk away.
"MY problem? If it weren't for you this wouldn't be happening!" I said.
"Whatever Lilly. I'm done. Okay? Don't call me again." I watched him walk away, get in his car and drive away.
And just like that, I was alone.

Notes

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