Second Chances

*Zayn's POV*

The news of Ana being pregnant still hadn't registered in my head, and it had been two days.

I hadn't gone to school, and Mom was starting to get suspicious.

I was basically avoiding Ana and Harry, too pissed to look at them.

I wanted to talk to Ana, but I just didn't have the balls.

I hated that I hurt her so bad, and that I left her in that closet alone.

How else was I supposed to react?

I'm seventeen years old, turning eighteen in three months.

I didn't want to be a dad, not yet.

How was I supposed to support a child, when I can barely take care of myself?

"Zayn! Get down here now!" I heard my mom shout up the stairs, her tone making my skin crawl.

She was scary when she wanted to be.

I reluctantly walked downstairs, dragging my feet.

I assumed she was in the kitchen, getting some coffee before work.

"Yes?" I asked, sighing.

"And what do you think you're doing home today?" She asked, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"I, uh, I'm sick." I answered, coughing feebly at the end of my sentence.

"Oh really? You seemed fine yesterday, and the day before that. There's no way you're having three days off school, young man."

I winced.

"It's too late to go now, anyway." I shrugged, looking at the clock that hung on the green wall.

"You're going in before lunch, mister." She told me, pointing a finger at me.

"But, Mom!" I whined, tipping my head back.

"Don’t but Mom' me, you're going to school today, and that's final." She scolded, grabbing her to go cup and her purse.

I huffed angrily.

"Stop sulking, your education is important."

Yeah? Well, I probably wouldn't have an education for much longer if I was going to have a baby.

Anyway, who needs education when they're going to be in a band?

"Now, I need to go before I'm late. I'll be calling the school at one sharp, and you better be there." She warned, pinching my cheeks and trotting out of the kitchen, out the house and to her car.

I groaned loudly, kicking the cupboard of the marble side.

Fuck.

I managed to drag myself to school for 12:30pm, and was met with stares from everyone.

The bell for lunch had just gone, so there were crowds all over the parking lot.

I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth, annoyed.

People knew better than to question me though.

I made my way through the hallways, with my hood up and head down low.

I really wasn't in the mood for this today.

"Zayn Malik, hood down! We don't want you giving out the wrong impression to visitors!" I heard the principal shout to me as I walked past him.

"Go fuck yourself." I muttered, rolling my eyes and walking away.

I made it to the cafeteria, where it silenced slightly when I walked in.

"He got Anastasia Jardine pregnant." I heard someone whisper as I walked by them.

"Mind your own goddamn business." I growled, shocking them and making the young lady blush.

I lifted my head and continued walking, spotting Kat and Harry, but no Ana.

I jogged to the table, leaning forward over Kat, my back to Harry.

Kat jumped in shock, her mouth opening slightly.

"Where's Ana?" I asked.

"Like I'm gonna tell you." She scoffed, rolling her brown eyes.

"Tell me, I need to talk to her."

"Haven't you done enough? You humiliated her the other day, now everyone knows she's pregnant."

"I didn't tell anyone, obviously I know who did." I turned my head to glare at Harry, who looked guilty.

"I told you too keep your mouth shut." I reminded him, my tone menacing.

"Yeah you did, but not about you knocking Ana up." He replied smartly, smirking.

"You dick." I spat, clenching my fists.

"Say that again." He encouraged, standing up.

He was a few inches taller than me, but I could easily floor him.

"Hey! Stop!" Kat told us, stepping between our rigid bodies and pushing us apart.

By now, the whole cafeteria had turned their attention to us.

"Where's Ana?" I asked for the second time, losing my patience.

"She's at home, she's not feeling well and she's too ashamed to come in."

"Is her mom home?" I asked, still glaring at Harry.

"No, why?" Kat frowned.

"I'm going to see her." I stated, determined to leave.

"I don't think that's a good idea!" Kat called, but I was already leaving the giant hall, weaving in and out of bodies.

I'm not quite sure what made me suddenly change my mind about seeing Ana.

Maybe, it was because the sooner we talked and sorted this whole mess out, the sooner it would be finished and over.

~~~

I broke the speed limit as I raced to her house, wanting to get there before Kat warned her that I was on my way.

I knocked on the door, well, more like pounded on the door.

I heard soft footsteps before the door opened.

"Ana." I breathed once I saw her face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She spat with venom, glaring at me.

I took a second to analyze her.

Her skin was sickly pale, with a hint of green to it.

She looked extremely skinny, which was ironic seeing as she was pregnant, and pregnancy made you gain weight.

She didn't look good.

"Are you okay?" I asked stupidly, holding her stare.

"Go away." She said bluntly, not answering my question.

She attempted to shut the door on me, but I managed to push against it.

"Please, Ana! I just want to talk! We need to sort this out!" I pleaded, desperation seeping from me.

She was silent for a minute.

Before, releasing the door and stepping aside.

I eyed her warily, stepping in the door and shutting the door behind me.

Ana guided me to the living room, walking steadily and almost swaying.

"Are you okay?" I asked for the second time, noticing how pale she'd suddenly gone.

"I just feel a little sick." She mumbled, weakly sitting down on the chocolate colored couch.

Oh, morning sickness.

She was wearing leggings, a tight tank top and a large beige cardigan.

When she sat down and relaxed, I could see her stomach protrude slightly and my breath caught in my throat.

This was real.

"Stop fucking staring at me and sit down, I thought you wanted to talk." She snapped, her eyes burning holes in my body.

I awkwardly sat down on the edge of the recliner situated near the couch.

I coughed uneasily.

"How far along are you?"

"About two months, I'll find out for definite tomorrow."

"Erm, is it really mine?" I asked.

"Yes, asshole." She quipped, going tense.

"Okay, okay. I believe you. Do you know what you're going to do with it?"

My palms were sweating, so I wiped them on my jeans.

"Call it 'it' one more time and I will punch you." She warned, gritting her teeth.

In all honesty, I was scared of her.

"Sorry, but have you decided anything yet?" I rubbed my neck awkwardly, toying with my car keys.

"I'm not keeping it." She stated, looking at me.

"You're getting an abortion?" I asked, shocked.

"No, I can't kill my baby." She murmured, rubbing her small bump,

"Well, what are you doing then?" I frowned, confused.

"Giving him up for adoption."

What?

She could decide that without my say?

I was the father!

"You can't just decide that without my say." I told her, my patience disappearing completely.

"It's my baby and I’ll do as I wish." She replied, using the same tone of voice as me.

"It's my baby too! Last time I checked, it was my sperm that went into you!" I yelled, feeling my muscles clench and face heat up.

"Yeah, it was! This is your fault!" She shouted back, standing up and leaning on the couch for support.

"How the hell is this my fault? I wore a condom! Do you think I want to be a dad at seventeen? Huh?!"

"How do you think I feel? I'm the one who's pregnant Zayn! I can't even go to school because of what people are saying about me! Do you think I like being called one of you whores? Unlike you, I actually want to get an education!" She seethed, her eyes filling up.

I felt guilty for making her cry.

"I didn't want any of this to happen!"

"Then why did you have sex with me?" She asked, her bottom lip quivering as tears slipped down her face.

My heart almost stopped beating.

I knew exactly why I had sex with her, and so did Harry.

"I don't know." I mumbled, dragging a hand down my face at my reply.

"Get out." Ana said quietly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

"What?"

"Get out."

"No Ana, we need to finish talking." I told her, frustrated.

"We're done as far as I'm concerned, I want you to stay away from me, I don't want your help, and I don't want your kid." She said calmly, taking deep breaths.

"Ana-"

"Get out of my house!" She screamed, throwing a book in my direction.

It caught my cheekbone, making me flinch and hold my face.

I stared at her in shock.

Ana didn't seem fazed.

She looked like she was about to murder me.

I walked away without another word, rubbing my face.

I slammed the door to her house, walking to my car.

I can't fucking believe her.

Since when could she decide herself on giving up a child that I helped to create?

I yelled out angrily, hitting my palms off the steering wheel.

There was no way I was giving up.

I was going to sort this out.

Notes

Zayn finally confronted her!


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