Simon's Daughter
Chapter 40
Julia’s POV:
I stood there crying for what felt like hours. Niall and Harry’s friendship was ruined, I lied to everyone, and everyone’s night was ruined all because of me. I felt like such an idiot. I felt stupid and miserable and I felt like everybody hated me at this moment. I felt Liam’s hands on my shoulders and he sighed.
“C’mon. Let’s get you home, love.” He said quietly.
“Would you like us to come?” Zayn asked, awkwardly. It was silent, and uncomfortable.
“Do you mind just meeting me at the hotel? You know…to check on Harry and Niall.” Liam responded to them. The understood, and nodded their heads. Liam then led Christa and out of the restaurant to her car.
“Did you want me to drive…?” Christa asked Liam. He nodded, and helped me into the backseat of the car. Christa got into the driver’s seat, and before long, we were already on our way back to the house.
When we got there, Liam walked me to my room. He sat me down on my bed and then sat next to me, sighing. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at me.
“Do you wanna tell me exactly what just happened?” He asked me with a stern voice. I just sat there for a moment thinking about what to say. I honestly didn’t know what just happened actually. I took one deep breath and decided that whatever that came to mind would be good enough to say.
“I told you that the night of my party…Niall and I slept together. But it was an accident. After I was released and we went out that one night, I was with Harry at the bar.” “I still had feelings for Niall, but when I saw some chick grinding up against him at the club, I figured he moved on. I got jealous and Harry was right next to me, so I kissed him. We were doing shots, and we obviously got drunk. He took me back to his hotel room, which was the same hotel I happened to be staying at, and we…you know…” I sighed, and pulled a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “It was just as much of a mistake as my night with Niall.” I lowered my head down so he couldn’t see my shame. “The next morning Harry and I agreed we wouldn’t tell anybody. Then tonight, he went and told everybody.”
“He was jealous.” Liam said bluntly. I looked up at him confused.
“Jealous? Why would he be jealous? Niall and I weren’t even together.” I asked confused.
“They way you two looked at each other. I saw it too. Harry was jealous of the way you two shared a connection.”
“But ever since the party we decided that we were getting past the whole thing that he did to me, and him having feelings for me.”
“Things like that don’t just happen quickly. It takes time for a person who has developed these certain feelings for someone, to go ahead and just throw that all away. It doesn’t work that. As much as people wished it did, it doesn’t.” Liam sighed, and I could tell that he was trying to say something but just couldn’t find the words to say. I interrupted him, because there was just something that I had to know.
“Do you hate me? Does everybody hate me?” I asked, finally looking up at him.
“Nobody hates you, Jules. They’re just frustrated and a little disappointed, that’s all. I’m sure eventually everyone will get over it. Just not that quickly. It takes time, you know.” He rubbed my back in small circles, making sure I was okay.
“He probably felt so humiliated. I can’t believe I did this to him.” I covered my face with my hands and closed my eyes, wishing that this all never happened.
Niall’s POV:
There was no way I could even look at Harry or Julia right now. I understand that it was just a drunken mistake, but even after they slept together, she told me she loved me. I spent every day thinking about her while I was gone. Thinking about what could have happened between us. We probably would have worked things out and maybe…got back together. Once I left the restaurant, I headed straight for the hotel.
As soon as I got there, I unlocked my door and ran in my room, locking it behind me. I went to my bed and plopped down on it, stuffing my face in a pillow. My cheeks were wet, and I knew why. I was crying. I’ve been crying the entire time, but I didn’t even realize it. I haven’t cried this much since I was little. Harry and Julia were the cause of it. Never have I imagined that the one girl who made me happy, would make me upset. I was humiliated back there. Knowing that she slept with my best friend but she told me she loved me? I was right. She was only saying that because she felt bad for me. I couldn’t believe this whole situation.
I turned myself over and pulled out my phone. I went online to get the next flight out of Los Angeles. I couldn’t stay here any longer. This was all a mistake. I never should have even had feelings for Julia, or fallen in love. None of this would have happened. But that still doesn’t excuse Harry for being such jackass. He should have known better. Whether he was drunk or not.
I found an early flight for five in the morning. I guess I’m leaving without the rest of the boys, which was perfectly fine for me because I wasn’t ready to talk to them yet. I sighed and put my phone on the charger and drifted off to sleep.
Harry’s POV:
When I got back to the hotel, I was glad to see that Niall was probably already in his room. I basically just ruined our friendship. I’m so stupid. Even when I was drunk I should have realized that I was kissing his ex-girlfriend. Tonight was probably the worst day of my life. I hope this whole feud with Niall doesn’t last long. He’s like my brother and we are supposed to be there for one another. But I wasn’t there for him. I took advantage of his ex, basically which made me a dumbass.
I lay down on my bed and heard a knock at the door. I sighed, hoping it wasn’t Niall coming to rearrange my face.
“It’s open.” I said, and the door swung open revealing Louis.
“Hey, mate. How are you holding up?” He asked, coming and sitting next to me. I closed my eyes, taking it all in and trying to find the right words to say.
“I’m such a homewrecker.” I finally said. He let out a small chuckle.
“No you’re not. They weren’t even in a relationship at the time. You can’t blame this whole situation on yourself, lad. It was you and Julia who made the mistake. Niall was just caught in the middle, basically.” He pat my leg, trying to reassure me that everything would be okay.
“Yeah but it’s mostly my fault because I told. He didn’t need to know.” I said, sitting back up.
“I think it’s better that he did know. If the two were going to get back together, I’m sure he would have wanted to know about that. Now I’m pretty sure they will never be together.” Louis sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that…” He trailed off and stood up.
“Yeah, that didn’t help anything.” I said kind of frustrated.
“Well, you better get some sleep. Our flight leaves at ten, and I’m sure you’ll sleep in after tonight’s events.” Louis walked over to the door, and exited the room. He was kind of right, though. I’m sure we would have told Niall eventually. I’m almost positive he would have reacted the same way, still. Everything was just shitty, lately. I just wish we were still in London right now…
Julia’s POV:
“I should get going, okay?” Liam said giving me one last hug.
“Okay…” I said quietly.
“Chin up, love. Everything will be better soon.” He gave me a small smile and a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll talk to you later.” With that, he stood up and left. I guess someone was already outside for him so he had to leave in a hurry. A moment later, my door opened again and I saw Christa standing there.
“Hey.” She said, walking over to me. She sat down next to me and looked down at her fingers.
“Hi…” I said almost in a whisper.
“Why didn’t you tell me? You know I wouldn’t have said anything to anyone else.” She said, finally looking up at me.
“Because Harry didn’t want anyone to know. But I guess he changed his mind tonight…” I sighed and just sat there, not moving.
“You know I’m not mad, right?” Christa said. I leaned my head on her shoulder. “I’m just disappointed that you didn’t tell me before. But Niall does have a point.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, lifting my head off of her shoulder.
“You slept with his best friend and then said you loved him---“
“Because you said he moved o and when I saw him at the club grinding with some girl I was drunk and Harry was next to me so I kissed him. Then it lead to other things…” My tone was a bit louder than before at first, but I lowered it toward the end.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But he said he was trying to move on. I guess he was trying at the club, but then Zayn said he still had some feelings for you. It’s not all my fault.”
“I know. I’m sorry I snapped at you like that, this night just sucks terribly.” I sighed, and lay back on the bed.
“Well c’mon. Go get changed and get some rest. You need it.” She gave me a weak smile and left the room. I somehow managed to finally get up from my bed and change into my pajamas. I got under my covers and slowly drifted off to sleep…
Niall’s POV:
It was already five in the morning and I was at the airport. I sent a text to the other lads, but I doubt they got it because they were probably still sleeping.
“Flight 4B to London is now boarding.” I heard the woman over the intercom say. I wore my sunglasses and sweats, so I wouldn’t get noticed as easily. So far, so good.
I stood up from the uncomfortable airport seats and got in line to board the plane. After I gave the lady my ticket, I walked onto the plane, finding a seat right in the front (first class). I plugged my headphones into my phone, and stuck them on my head. I let the music drown out my thoughts. I don’t know how long it would take me to forget about Julia, but I needed to find a way.
Liam’s POV:
“Hey lads, wake up!” I said knocking on everyone’s door. I heard groaning coming out of three rooms, but the other is silent. I walked over to Niall’s room and knocked a bit louder. “Niall get up!” It was already eight forty-five so we didn’t want to be late.
I didn’t hear anything coming from Niall’s room, but I supposed that he was up and didn’t want to talk to anybody. I went back into my room and took my phone off of the phone charger. I saw I had one unread text message from Niall.
Niall: I caught an earlier flight. It leaves at five am, but I’m sure you lads won’t be awake by then. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but it was for the best. See you back in London.
He was already gone. I sighed, and sat on my bed. The poor lad, he must have felt terrible. The worst out of everybody. When we get back to London there has to be some kind of way we can cheer him up. I brushed the situation off for now, and got ready to leave for the airport.
**
At the airport we were able to get on immediately since we had a private jet. Thank, god. I’m sure none of us were in the mood to handle screaming teenage girls right now. Once we got settled in, Zayn and Louis were already sleeping. Harry was just sitting there in deep thought.
“You alright?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. “Harry, look. I’m sure Niall just needs some time, okay? I could tell her was embarrassed last night about the whole thing. You’re his brother you’re supposed to be there for him. Now I know this wasn’t your entire fault, but half of it is. Before you know it, you and Niall will be past this and everything will be back to normal.” I smiled, but I knew he wasn’t looking at me so it was no use. He still didn’t reply after that. He just sat there like someone had just taken his life and he was senseless. I sighed, and decided I need to get a little more sleep.
(3 weeks later)
Christa’s POV:
“Jules, you have to get out of your room. You need to get out and do something. You can’t stay in here forever. Matt called. He’s worried about you.” She didn’t even move. It was noon already and the only times she has left her bed is when she uses the restroom and takes a shower. Except for two weeks ago when she went to Casey’s funeral. I’ve brought her food, and she’s eaten but she doesn’t talk. She looks miserable. She stirred for a minute, then quickly got off her bed and went the restroom. I followed her to make sure she was alright.
Unfortunately she closed the door behind her. I could still here what was going on, though.
“Are you okay in there?” I said, knocking on the door. She simply replied with ‘mhm’. I heard a flush of the toilet and then the faucet turning on. I knitted my eyebrows and sat on her bed waiting for her to come out. When she eventually did, she tried laying back down in her bed, but I stopped her.
“Christa…” She started but I didn’t give in.
“Maybe you’re still sick. C’mon let’s go take you to the doctor’s, okay?” I helped her up, and she rolled her eyes, making her way to the bathroom to take a shower. I went over to her closet and picked out something comfortable for her to wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=89097832).
I left her room and waited for her to finish up. About ten minutes later, she came out with her head down. I sighed and walked over to her giving her a hug. Lately she hasn’t been answering anybody’s phone calls or texts and it worried me. She was basically pushing everyone away. I told Uncle Simon, and he said he would be able to come down tomorrow. I didn’t tell Jules this yet because she would just find some excuse.
The car ride there was silent. She just looked out of the window the whole time, and I wanted to say something but I knew she probably wouldn’t even respond. When we pulled up to the doctor’s office, she slowly got out and I could tell she didn’t want to be here. I just didn’t want her to be depressed and sick. I got out of the car and we walked together into the building. I told her I would fill out all the paperwork and stuff because I knew she wouldn’t have done it in this state. After a little while of waiting, her name was finally called.
“Julia Cowell?” A nurse said. She got up and walked over to the door.
“Do you want me to come with you?” I asked her, but she shook her head no. I watched as she walked through the door with the nurse, and I sighed. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I hoped that she would feel better somehow.
Julia’s POV:
I honestly didn’t want to be here. I was fine and Christa was just over-reacting. I sat lifeless in the waiting room chair while Christa filled out the paperwork. I wasn’t up to it, and she offered so why not? Not long after she gave the papers back to the receptionist, my name was called.
“Julia Cowell?” A nurse peeked her head out of the door looking around. I sighed and got up, walking over to the door.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Christa asked me, but I shook my head. She was acting like my parent and I was eighteen years old. I was sure I could handle this by myself. The nurse led me into a small room, and I sat on the bed.
“The doctor should be here soon.” She smiled sweetly at me and left the room. About three minutes later, the door opened, and in came who I supposed was the doctor.
“Hello. I’m Dr. Glenn.” He held his hand out for me to shake, and I shook it lightly. “You must be Julia.” He said, with a smile. I nodded my head and looked down.
“I don’t really think there’s anything wrong with me. I just have the flu.” I said and shrugged my shoulders.
“Okay, well let’s check anyway.” He gave me a polite smile and started writing down something after he took my temperature and what not. After a while of checking other things like my heartbeat, and swabbing my throat, he stood up.
“Am I cleared?” I asked almost relieved. Until he shook his head.
“I’m going to go run some tests and we might have to draw blood.” I sighed as he said those words. I didn’t have a problem with needles but I wanted to get out of here. After about five minutes, he came back with a nurse and a needle. I didn’t cry or anything, but I winced just a little as the needle entered my arm.
When they finished drawing blood, they left the room again but said they would be back soon. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sighed. I pulled out my phone and looked at all of the text messages I had. Some from Matt, most of them from Liam, some from Zayn and Louis, too. I didn’t open any of them. I think it’s better off if I just have nothing to do with the boys anymore (besides Matt). All I ever do is cause trouble or end up hurting one of them…
“Okay, the tests are all finished.” The doctor came in with a folder and some papers inside.
“Cool, so I’m fine right?” I asked starting to get up, but he motioned for me to sit back down.
“Well not exactly…” He said, sitting in his swivel chair.
“…what do you mean?” My heart was starting to beat faster and I was scared that there was actually something going on.
“Well we got the tests back and all signs show that you’re pregnant.” He said bluntly. I could have sworn my heart stopped and I felt like I was about to pass out. I could tell he was saying something, but I wasn’t paying attention. All I was thinking about were the two words that just came out of his mouth: you’re pregnant. This couldn’t be right. I’m only eighteen. There is no way. He must have just mixed up the tests with somebody else’s.
“Are you sure? I mean you could have just mixed up the tests with someone else’s.” I shrugged. But my voice was still weak.
“I’m positive.” He said, looking down. I could tell he was telling me the truth. I felt my eyes water, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. He said some more stuff about something but I wasn’t listening. After he finished talking, he helped me up, and helped me out of the room. I walked back out into the waiting room to find Christa. She stood up immediately when she saw me crying. She quickly came to my side and hugged me tightly.
“What happened? Is everything okay?” She asked me, her voice kind of shaky.
**
We got back to the house and I immediately went into my room. Christa rushed after me, but I locked my door before she could come in.
“Julia…come on we should talk about this.” She said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
“There’s nothing to talk about!” I said through the door. I leaned against the wall and slid down it slowly, bringing my knees up to my chest. I was going to be a teen mom. Never have I ever imagined this would be happening to me. My dad will be so disappointed. Not to mention the fact that he also didn’t want me dating one of the boys, let alone sleeping with two of them. As if she was reading my mind, Christa spoke up from behind the door.
“Jules…you have to find out whose it is, you know…it could be Niall’s but it could also be Harry’s.” At this point, I stood up and unlocked the door. I opened it, and she quickly hugged me tightly. I sobbed onto her shoulder while she just pat my back. This couldn’t possibly get any worse, can it?
**
The next day I woke up, but stayed in my bed. I barely got any sleep last night due to the fact that my mind was wandering all over the place. I honestly hated my life right now. There was a knock at my door and I knew it was Christa.
“Come in…” I said almost to where she could hear me. I heard the door open and I felt the bed move and figured that Christa sat down. “I officially hate my life.” I mumbled not looking up. I was turned over on my side looking at the wall.
“Why?” I heard a British accent instead of Christa’s American one. I turned over and came face to face with the person who I absolutely didn’t want to talk to right now.
“Dad?”
Liam’s POV:
I haven’t heard from Julia or Christa in three weeks and there was no other way to get in touch with them. I was worried about Julia and I wanted to know if she was okay. After everything that happened I can just imagine how miserable she must have felt. Harry and Niall have been talking a little more, but still haven’t rekindled their entire friendship. It was sad seeing them barely look at each other. When we went to interviews though, they played it off and made it seem like everything was fine.
One interview, the host pulled up a picture of Niall and Julia, and asked about it. He said ‘She’s just an old friend’. It was hurting me inside that nothing has gone back to normal. I was certain that it would blow over in a couple weeks. I stopped trying to call Julia and Christa after them not answering for two weeks straight. I figured they didn’t want to talk to us anymore. I know that everyone missed them deep down inside but they just didn’t admit it. Especially Niall and Harry. Louis and Zayn have tried helping me with the two, but they’re just not their old selves. I guess we’ll just have to give it time…
Simon’s POV:
I sat there listening to my daughter tell me how she’s been lying to me for months. I couldn’t believe it all myself. But the most shocking thing I heard come out of her mouth from her five minute apology was that she was pregnant. My little girl was pregnant. I didn’t know what to say or do. Of course I was angry with her but after hearing everything that went on, I couldn’t add more stress to her life. I knew I had to accept it eventually, so I guess I would start now. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She leaned into me, and cried a little more into my shirt. I didn’t mind though. After all, she was my daughter and I would do anything for her.
Julia’s POV:
“I’m so sorry…” I said after I finished telling him everything that has been going on. I told him how Niall and I were dating and then I broke up with him. I also told him that I lied about being better after being released from rehab. I told him that I was drunk at my party and Niall and I ended up sleeping together. I told him that the next week I was jealous and drunk, so I ended up sleeping with Harry too. I felt so ashamed saying everything to him. He was probably so embarrassed of me, and that I was his daughter. My mother would be so upset at me right now. I waited for him to yell at me, but instead, he engulfed me in his arms. I let the last of my tears out as I cried into his shirt.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” He said to me as he rocked me back and forth never disconnecting our hug.
“I love you, dad. I’m so sorry.” I said clutching onto him tightly.
“It’s alright. I love you too.” He said, kissing the top of my head.
About eight more months and maybe, just maybe, my life will turn right side up again.
I stood there crying for what felt like hours. Niall and Harry’s friendship was ruined, I lied to everyone, and everyone’s night was ruined all because of me. I felt like such an idiot. I felt stupid and miserable and I felt like everybody hated me at this moment. I felt Liam’s hands on my shoulders and he sighed.
“C’mon. Let’s get you home, love.” He said quietly.
“Would you like us to come?” Zayn asked, awkwardly. It was silent, and uncomfortable.
“Do you mind just meeting me at the hotel? You know…to check on Harry and Niall.” Liam responded to them. The understood, and nodded their heads. Liam then led Christa and out of the restaurant to her car.
“Did you want me to drive…?” Christa asked Liam. He nodded, and helped me into the backseat of the car. Christa got into the driver’s seat, and before long, we were already on our way back to the house.
When we got there, Liam walked me to my room. He sat me down on my bed and then sat next to me, sighing. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at me.
“Do you wanna tell me exactly what just happened?” He asked me with a stern voice. I just sat there for a moment thinking about what to say. I honestly didn’t know what just happened actually. I took one deep breath and decided that whatever that came to mind would be good enough to say.
“I told you that the night of my party…Niall and I slept together. But it was an accident. After I was released and we went out that one night, I was with Harry at the bar.” “I still had feelings for Niall, but when I saw some chick grinding up against him at the club, I figured he moved on. I got jealous and Harry was right next to me, so I kissed him. We were doing shots, and we obviously got drunk. He took me back to his hotel room, which was the same hotel I happened to be staying at, and we…you know…” I sighed, and pulled a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “It was just as much of a mistake as my night with Niall.” I lowered my head down so he couldn’t see my shame. “The next morning Harry and I agreed we wouldn’t tell anybody. Then tonight, he went and told everybody.”
“He was jealous.” Liam said bluntly. I looked up at him confused.
“Jealous? Why would he be jealous? Niall and I weren’t even together.” I asked confused.
“They way you two looked at each other. I saw it too. Harry was jealous of the way you two shared a connection.”
“But ever since the party we decided that we were getting past the whole thing that he did to me, and him having feelings for me.”
“Things like that don’t just happen quickly. It takes time for a person who has developed these certain feelings for someone, to go ahead and just throw that all away. It doesn’t work that. As much as people wished it did, it doesn’t.” Liam sighed, and I could tell that he was trying to say something but just couldn’t find the words to say. I interrupted him, because there was just something that I had to know.
“Do you hate me? Does everybody hate me?” I asked, finally looking up at him.
“Nobody hates you, Jules. They’re just frustrated and a little disappointed, that’s all. I’m sure eventually everyone will get over it. Just not that quickly. It takes time, you know.” He rubbed my back in small circles, making sure I was okay.
“He probably felt so humiliated. I can’t believe I did this to him.” I covered my face with my hands and closed my eyes, wishing that this all never happened.
Niall’s POV:
There was no way I could even look at Harry or Julia right now. I understand that it was just a drunken mistake, but even after they slept together, she told me she loved me. I spent every day thinking about her while I was gone. Thinking about what could have happened between us. We probably would have worked things out and maybe…got back together. Once I left the restaurant, I headed straight for the hotel.
As soon as I got there, I unlocked my door and ran in my room, locking it behind me. I went to my bed and plopped down on it, stuffing my face in a pillow. My cheeks were wet, and I knew why. I was crying. I’ve been crying the entire time, but I didn’t even realize it. I haven’t cried this much since I was little. Harry and Julia were the cause of it. Never have I imagined that the one girl who made me happy, would make me upset. I was humiliated back there. Knowing that she slept with my best friend but she told me she loved me? I was right. She was only saying that because she felt bad for me. I couldn’t believe this whole situation.
I turned myself over and pulled out my phone. I went online to get the next flight out of Los Angeles. I couldn’t stay here any longer. This was all a mistake. I never should have even had feelings for Julia, or fallen in love. None of this would have happened. But that still doesn’t excuse Harry for being such jackass. He should have known better. Whether he was drunk or not.
I found an early flight for five in the morning. I guess I’m leaving without the rest of the boys, which was perfectly fine for me because I wasn’t ready to talk to them yet. I sighed and put my phone on the charger and drifted off to sleep.
Harry’s POV:
When I got back to the hotel, I was glad to see that Niall was probably already in his room. I basically just ruined our friendship. I’m so stupid. Even when I was drunk I should have realized that I was kissing his ex-girlfriend. Tonight was probably the worst day of my life. I hope this whole feud with Niall doesn’t last long. He’s like my brother and we are supposed to be there for one another. But I wasn’t there for him. I took advantage of his ex, basically which made me a dumbass.
I lay down on my bed and heard a knock at the door. I sighed, hoping it wasn’t Niall coming to rearrange my face.
“It’s open.” I said, and the door swung open revealing Louis.
“Hey, mate. How are you holding up?” He asked, coming and sitting next to me. I closed my eyes, taking it all in and trying to find the right words to say.
“I’m such a homewrecker.” I finally said. He let out a small chuckle.
“No you’re not. They weren’t even in a relationship at the time. You can’t blame this whole situation on yourself, lad. It was you and Julia who made the mistake. Niall was just caught in the middle, basically.” He pat my leg, trying to reassure me that everything would be okay.
“Yeah but it’s mostly my fault because I told. He didn’t need to know.” I said, sitting back up.
“I think it’s better that he did know. If the two were going to get back together, I’m sure he would have wanted to know about that. Now I’m pretty sure they will never be together.” Louis sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that…” He trailed off and stood up.
“Yeah, that didn’t help anything.” I said kind of frustrated.
“Well, you better get some sleep. Our flight leaves at ten, and I’m sure you’ll sleep in after tonight’s events.” Louis walked over to the door, and exited the room. He was kind of right, though. I’m sure we would have told Niall eventually. I’m almost positive he would have reacted the same way, still. Everything was just shitty, lately. I just wish we were still in London right now…
Julia’s POV:
“I should get going, okay?” Liam said giving me one last hug.
“Okay…” I said quietly.
“Chin up, love. Everything will be better soon.” He gave me a small smile and a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll talk to you later.” With that, he stood up and left. I guess someone was already outside for him so he had to leave in a hurry. A moment later, my door opened again and I saw Christa standing there.
“Hey.” She said, walking over to me. She sat down next to me and looked down at her fingers.
“Hi…” I said almost in a whisper.
“Why didn’t you tell me? You know I wouldn’t have said anything to anyone else.” She said, finally looking up at me.
“Because Harry didn’t want anyone to know. But I guess he changed his mind tonight…” I sighed and just sat there, not moving.
“You know I’m not mad, right?” Christa said. I leaned my head on her shoulder. “I’m just disappointed that you didn’t tell me before. But Niall does have a point.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, lifting my head off of her shoulder.
“You slept with his best friend and then said you loved him---“
“Because you said he moved o and when I saw him at the club grinding with some girl I was drunk and Harry was next to me so I kissed him. Then it lead to other things…” My tone was a bit louder than before at first, but I lowered it toward the end.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But he said he was trying to move on. I guess he was trying at the club, but then Zayn said he still had some feelings for you. It’s not all my fault.”
“I know. I’m sorry I snapped at you like that, this night just sucks terribly.” I sighed, and lay back on the bed.
“Well c’mon. Go get changed and get some rest. You need it.” She gave me a weak smile and left the room. I somehow managed to finally get up from my bed and change into my pajamas. I got under my covers and slowly drifted off to sleep…
Niall’s POV:
It was already five in the morning and I was at the airport. I sent a text to the other lads, but I doubt they got it because they were probably still sleeping.
“Flight 4B to London is now boarding.” I heard the woman over the intercom say. I wore my sunglasses and sweats, so I wouldn’t get noticed as easily. So far, so good.
I stood up from the uncomfortable airport seats and got in line to board the plane. After I gave the lady my ticket, I walked onto the plane, finding a seat right in the front (first class). I plugged my headphones into my phone, and stuck them on my head. I let the music drown out my thoughts. I don’t know how long it would take me to forget about Julia, but I needed to find a way.
Liam’s POV:
“Hey lads, wake up!” I said knocking on everyone’s door. I heard groaning coming out of three rooms, but the other is silent. I walked over to Niall’s room and knocked a bit louder. “Niall get up!” It was already eight forty-five so we didn’t want to be late.
I didn’t hear anything coming from Niall’s room, but I supposed that he was up and didn’t want to talk to anybody. I went back into my room and took my phone off of the phone charger. I saw I had one unread text message from Niall.
Niall: I caught an earlier flight. It leaves at five am, but I’m sure you lads won’t be awake by then. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but it was for the best. See you back in London.
He was already gone. I sighed, and sat on my bed. The poor lad, he must have felt terrible. The worst out of everybody. When we get back to London there has to be some kind of way we can cheer him up. I brushed the situation off for now, and got ready to leave for the airport.
**
At the airport we were able to get on immediately since we had a private jet. Thank, god. I’m sure none of us were in the mood to handle screaming teenage girls right now. Once we got settled in, Zayn and Louis were already sleeping. Harry was just sitting there in deep thought.
“You alright?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. “Harry, look. I’m sure Niall just needs some time, okay? I could tell her was embarrassed last night about the whole thing. You’re his brother you’re supposed to be there for him. Now I know this wasn’t your entire fault, but half of it is. Before you know it, you and Niall will be past this and everything will be back to normal.” I smiled, but I knew he wasn’t looking at me so it was no use. He still didn’t reply after that. He just sat there like someone had just taken his life and he was senseless. I sighed, and decided I need to get a little more sleep.
(3 weeks later)
Christa’s POV:
“Jules, you have to get out of your room. You need to get out and do something. You can’t stay in here forever. Matt called. He’s worried about you.” She didn’t even move. It was noon already and the only times she has left her bed is when she uses the restroom and takes a shower. Except for two weeks ago when she went to Casey’s funeral. I’ve brought her food, and she’s eaten but she doesn’t talk. She looks miserable. She stirred for a minute, then quickly got off her bed and went the restroom. I followed her to make sure she was alright.
Unfortunately she closed the door behind her. I could still here what was going on, though.
“Are you okay in there?” I said, knocking on the door. She simply replied with ‘mhm’. I heard a flush of the toilet and then the faucet turning on. I knitted my eyebrows and sat on her bed waiting for her to come out. When she eventually did, she tried laying back down in her bed, but I stopped her.
“Christa…” She started but I didn’t give in.
“Maybe you’re still sick. C’mon let’s go take you to the doctor’s, okay?” I helped her up, and she rolled her eyes, making her way to the bathroom to take a shower. I went over to her closet and picked out something comfortable for her to wear (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=89097832).
I left her room and waited for her to finish up. About ten minutes later, she came out with her head down. I sighed and walked over to her giving her a hug. Lately she hasn’t been answering anybody’s phone calls or texts and it worried me. She was basically pushing everyone away. I told Uncle Simon, and he said he would be able to come down tomorrow. I didn’t tell Jules this yet because she would just find some excuse.
The car ride there was silent. She just looked out of the window the whole time, and I wanted to say something but I knew she probably wouldn’t even respond. When we pulled up to the doctor’s office, she slowly got out and I could tell she didn’t want to be here. I just didn’t want her to be depressed and sick. I got out of the car and we walked together into the building. I told her I would fill out all the paperwork and stuff because I knew she wouldn’t have done it in this state. After a little while of waiting, her name was finally called.
“Julia Cowell?” A nurse said. She got up and walked over to the door.
“Do you want me to come with you?” I asked her, but she shook her head no. I watched as she walked through the door with the nurse, and I sighed. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I hoped that she would feel better somehow.
Julia’s POV:
I honestly didn’t want to be here. I was fine and Christa was just over-reacting. I sat lifeless in the waiting room chair while Christa filled out the paperwork. I wasn’t up to it, and she offered so why not? Not long after she gave the papers back to the receptionist, my name was called.
“Julia Cowell?” A nurse peeked her head out of the door looking around. I sighed and got up, walking over to the door.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Christa asked me, but I shook my head. She was acting like my parent and I was eighteen years old. I was sure I could handle this by myself. The nurse led me into a small room, and I sat on the bed.
“The doctor should be here soon.” She smiled sweetly at me and left the room. About three minutes later, the door opened, and in came who I supposed was the doctor.
“Hello. I’m Dr. Glenn.” He held his hand out for me to shake, and I shook it lightly. “You must be Julia.” He said, with a smile. I nodded my head and looked down.
“I don’t really think there’s anything wrong with me. I just have the flu.” I said and shrugged my shoulders.
“Okay, well let’s check anyway.” He gave me a polite smile and started writing down something after he took my temperature and what not. After a while of checking other things like my heartbeat, and swabbing my throat, he stood up.
“Am I cleared?” I asked almost relieved. Until he shook his head.
“I’m going to go run some tests and we might have to draw blood.” I sighed as he said those words. I didn’t have a problem with needles but I wanted to get out of here. After about five minutes, he came back with a nurse and a needle. I didn’t cry or anything, but I winced just a little as the needle entered my arm.
When they finished drawing blood, they left the room again but said they would be back soon. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sighed. I pulled out my phone and looked at all of the text messages I had. Some from Matt, most of them from Liam, some from Zayn and Louis, too. I didn’t open any of them. I think it’s better off if I just have nothing to do with the boys anymore (besides Matt). All I ever do is cause trouble or end up hurting one of them…
“Okay, the tests are all finished.” The doctor came in with a folder and some papers inside.
“Cool, so I’m fine right?” I asked starting to get up, but he motioned for me to sit back down.
“Well not exactly…” He said, sitting in his swivel chair.
“…what do you mean?” My heart was starting to beat faster and I was scared that there was actually something going on.
“Well we got the tests back and all signs show that you’re pregnant.” He said bluntly. I could have sworn my heart stopped and I felt like I was about to pass out. I could tell he was saying something, but I wasn’t paying attention. All I was thinking about were the two words that just came out of his mouth: you’re pregnant. This couldn’t be right. I’m only eighteen. There is no way. He must have just mixed up the tests with somebody else’s.
“Are you sure? I mean you could have just mixed up the tests with someone else’s.” I shrugged. But my voice was still weak.
“I’m positive.” He said, looking down. I could tell he was telling me the truth. I felt my eyes water, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. He said some more stuff about something but I wasn’t listening. After he finished talking, he helped me up, and helped me out of the room. I walked back out into the waiting room to find Christa. She stood up immediately when she saw me crying. She quickly came to my side and hugged me tightly.
“What happened? Is everything okay?” She asked me, her voice kind of shaky.
**
We got back to the house and I immediately went into my room. Christa rushed after me, but I locked my door before she could come in.
“Julia…come on we should talk about this.” She said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
“There’s nothing to talk about!” I said through the door. I leaned against the wall and slid down it slowly, bringing my knees up to my chest. I was going to be a teen mom. Never have I ever imagined this would be happening to me. My dad will be so disappointed. Not to mention the fact that he also didn’t want me dating one of the boys, let alone sleeping with two of them. As if she was reading my mind, Christa spoke up from behind the door.
“Jules…you have to find out whose it is, you know…it could be Niall’s but it could also be Harry’s.” At this point, I stood up and unlocked the door. I opened it, and she quickly hugged me tightly. I sobbed onto her shoulder while she just pat my back. This couldn’t possibly get any worse, can it?
**
The next day I woke up, but stayed in my bed. I barely got any sleep last night due to the fact that my mind was wandering all over the place. I honestly hated my life right now. There was a knock at my door and I knew it was Christa.
“Come in…” I said almost to where she could hear me. I heard the door open and I felt the bed move and figured that Christa sat down. “I officially hate my life.” I mumbled not looking up. I was turned over on my side looking at the wall.
“Why?” I heard a British accent instead of Christa’s American one. I turned over and came face to face with the person who I absolutely didn’t want to talk to right now.
“Dad?”
Liam’s POV:
I haven’t heard from Julia or Christa in three weeks and there was no other way to get in touch with them. I was worried about Julia and I wanted to know if she was okay. After everything that happened I can just imagine how miserable she must have felt. Harry and Niall have been talking a little more, but still haven’t rekindled their entire friendship. It was sad seeing them barely look at each other. When we went to interviews though, they played it off and made it seem like everything was fine.
One interview, the host pulled up a picture of Niall and Julia, and asked about it. He said ‘She’s just an old friend’. It was hurting me inside that nothing has gone back to normal. I was certain that it would blow over in a couple weeks. I stopped trying to call Julia and Christa after them not answering for two weeks straight. I figured they didn’t want to talk to us anymore. I know that everyone missed them deep down inside but they just didn’t admit it. Especially Niall and Harry. Louis and Zayn have tried helping me with the two, but they’re just not their old selves. I guess we’ll just have to give it time…
Simon’s POV:
I sat there listening to my daughter tell me how she’s been lying to me for months. I couldn’t believe it all myself. But the most shocking thing I heard come out of her mouth from her five minute apology was that she was pregnant. My little girl was pregnant. I didn’t know what to say or do. Of course I was angry with her but after hearing everything that went on, I couldn’t add more stress to her life. I knew I had to accept it eventually, so I guess I would start now. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She leaned into me, and cried a little more into my shirt. I didn’t mind though. After all, she was my daughter and I would do anything for her.
Julia’s POV:
“I’m so sorry…” I said after I finished telling him everything that has been going on. I told him how Niall and I were dating and then I broke up with him. I also told him that I lied about being better after being released from rehab. I told him that I was drunk at my party and Niall and I ended up sleeping together. I told him that the next week I was jealous and drunk, so I ended up sleeping with Harry too. I felt so ashamed saying everything to him. He was probably so embarrassed of me, and that I was his daughter. My mother would be so upset at me right now. I waited for him to yell at me, but instead, he engulfed me in his arms. I let the last of my tears out as I cried into his shirt.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” He said to me as he rocked me back and forth never disconnecting our hug.
“I love you, dad. I’m so sorry.” I said clutching onto him tightly.
“It’s alright. I love you too.” He said, kissing the top of my head.
About eight more months and maybe, just maybe, my life will turn right side up again.
Notes
So I wrote this on Word and it was 12 pages! I hope you guys liked the last chapter. I'm actually excited to start writing the first chapter of the sequel! I don't know when I'll post it, though. Definitely not today or tomorrow. I don't know. Maybe next week? We'll see. :)Thanks to everyone who voted and subscribed and was with me throughout this story as I wrote it! I never imagined it would get this many votes and views and subscribers, so thank you very much!
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