Second Chances

Nerves flooded inside of me as I saw my mother's car in the driveway, I took a deep breath just before I opened my front door.

I was telling her I was pregnant today, even before I told Zayn.

"Mom! I'm home!" I called, my hands shaking.

"In the kitchen, baby!" She shouted, I could smell the food she was cooking, and it smelt so good.

I took a large breath, and plastered a smile on my face when I walked to meet her.

I hung my bag over the back of one of the chairs, taking a seat.

Mom was stood stirring some noodles at the stove, her dark hair piled on top of her head.

She was in an old jumper and leggings.

"Did you have a good day, babygirl?" She asked, coming over to peck my forehead.

"Yeah I did, erm, there's actually something I wanted to talk to you about." I said quietly, rubbing my hands together nervously.

"What's that then?" She asked, smiling as she wiped off her hands on a towel.

"Come and sit down, Mom."

She looked at me strangely, but hesitantly sat down opposite me.

"What's going on, Ana?" She asked worriedly, reaching over to grasp my hands in hers.

I relished the moment, because I knew Mom wouldn't be acting like this within the next few minutes.

"I need to tell you something, and you can't freak out."

"Ana, what's going on? Are you in trouble? Has somebody hurt you?" She asked me quickly, her eyes filled with fear.

"I'm pregnant, Mom." I stated, watching her reaction.

Her mouth dropped open and she loosened her grip on my hands.

"Anastasia." She sighed, dropping her head into her hands.

"I'm sorry, Mom." I whimpered, too scared to touch her.

"You're Sixteen, Ana! How did this happen? When did this happen?" She gushed, tugging on her hair.

"At that party you let me go to a few months ago."

I was ashamed of myself for letting this happen.

Why didn't I stop Zayn?

"Did you not use anything?"

"Yeah we did, it must have broken or something." I said quietly, looking down embarrassed.

"Who's we, Anastasia? Who's the father?" Mom asked me, cupping her face in her hands.

"Zayn Malik."

Mom shook her head in disappointment, trying to take the news in.

"I can't believe this, Ana." She sighed, rubbing her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I never wanted this to happen." I sobbed, letting the tears fall down my cheeks.

"Have you decided what you're going to do with...it?" She asked, hesitating towards the end.

I just shook my head and cried harder, covering my face.

I heard the sound of Mom's chair scraping across the wooden floor.

I was expecting her to leave the room in fury, but instead she wrapped her arms around me, and buried her nose in my hair.

"We'll get this sorted, I promise you. Have you told Zayn yet?" She wondered, and I shook my head.

"I'm scared." I admitted, wiping away my smudged make up.

"We'll find a way to tell him, and I'll get on the phone to the doctor's, I'll get you an appointment set up."

"Mom, why aren't you angry?" I sniffled, watching her sit next to me.

"What kind of a parent would I be if I didn't support my daughter when she needs me?" She chuckled, stroking my hair.

"I really am sorry, Mom."

"Stop saying that, you have life growing inside of you. It's a beautiful thing, even if the dad is a complete waste of space."

I let out a small laugh as she commented on Zayn.

She'd never liked him, due to what Kat and I told her about him, and what he got up to.

"I don't think I can tell him." I muttered, resting my cheek against my palm.

"You need to, Ana. I know I was scared to tell your father, and I know that he left, but Zayn might not be like that. If you don't want to keep the baby, you need to tell him as he has a right to know. You need the support too, Anastasia."

"You're right, Mom."

"I'm always right, sweetheart. Now go and get changed, relax for a while. Dinner will be ready soon; I want you to take it easy." She said sweetly, pecking my forehead and getting back up, returning to the stove.

I watched her for a second, before getting out of my chair and leaving the room, heading upstairs.

Well, it was safe to say I was shocked.

I expected Mom to kick me out, and scream at me.

Wow.

I flopped onto my bed, covering my face with my arms.

I let out a loud sigh.

"I hate my life, and I hate Zayn Malik." I muttered, throwing my arms off my face.

Speaking of Zayn...

Why was he being so nice earlier?

He was acting so weird, and not at all like an asshole.

It was like he was a different person.

I almost hoped he was going to act like he did earlier when I tell him that I'm pregnant.

I'll sort it out tomorrow.

The sooner I tell him, the sooner this nightmare would be over.

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