Summer love

Back in 2009 Ella had a summer romance with a young boy called Harry whilst they where in France with their families. It was the best summer of her life. Since then she has tried to get on with her life as she has known that she had never had another chance with Harry since he became big and famous in the band one direction.
But when theres a new song on 1d's album 'Take me home' all about Ella and Harry's summer romance and he gets in touch with her over Facebook she is thrilled and goes to live with him in London! But when one of his fit friends also falls for her who will she choose? Her summer love that shouldn't have ever been, Or the boy she had always dreamed of? Where there is love, chaos and Sorrow along the way, nothing is certain...


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26. The right decision?

~ELLA'S P.O.V~

I sat on the train in complete silence. I had been counting down and it was less than 5 minutes before the train would leave, less than 5 minutes before I could no longer change my mind, before I could no longer just return home and pretend I had followed Niall and got lost. In 5 minutes my life would never be the same again. All of a sudden, the sound of Ed Sheeran filled the train as my phone started ringing. I started to panic, Niall had got home and realised I was gone and now they where trying to find out where I was. I looked down at the screen of my phone filled with dread; it was May. They'd probably asked her to ring me so I'd pick up, but I wasn't falling for that one. As I declined the call the train went back to it's normal level of chatter.

Only moments later a text came through, it was also from May. I kept re-reading it and came to the conclusion that May didn't know I was gone and genuinely needed to speak to me. I rung her number and sat impatiently as the number started to call.

She picked up almost immediately and as soon as she took her first breath I could tell she was crying.

“What's up?” I asked, concerned.

“Ella, Thank god you called me back,” she replied, “I'm in so much trouble,” She paused, taking a deep breath. I listened intently as the silence on the other end of the line continued.

“Please just tell me,” I pleaded, “I can't help you unless...”

“I'm pregnant!” she blurted out interrupting me mid-sentence. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say or do. I knew May needed me, but I couldn't turn back now.

“Right, May listen to me,” I said demandingly, “I'm leaving, I have to, I'm sorry there's nothing else I can do, I can't stay. Get it terminated if you want, but if you keep it you'll be an amazing mother. I'm really sorry.”

May was crying harder than ever, “You're sorry?”

“More sorry than I've ever been before,” I answered, “but I need to get away from here, as far away from London...” but I was cut off,

“You're a coward!” May raged, “you're just running away from your problems, well guess what? I can't. This is attached to me, inside me, anywhere I run this comes with me. Please stay, I need you,” She was begging now, “please, I need you more than I've ever needed you before...”

I interrupted her, “I'm sorry,” I said for one final time before hanging up the phone. It was that moment I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. May was right, I was a coward, and a selfish one at that. I started to cry harder and at that moment I felt a pair of reassuring arms around me giving me a hug. I looked up and saw the caring face of the old man from before.

“I've messed up so bad,” I whimpered

“How do you know how bad you've messed up before you've tried to fix it?” He replied.

Suddenly, I grabbed my bags and started to run towards the open doors as the announcement for one minute until the train was leaving came on the speakers, I turned back to say thank you to the old man, but he was gone. He had vanished into thin air. There was no time to wonder about where he'd gone now, I needed to get off this train.

I ran across the platform and out of the station, hopping into the first taxi and telling it to take me to May's place. As the car started to drive off, it started to rain as little droplets trickled down the window like the tears running down my face. I had made the right decision, I could fix and face everything I needed to, I was sure of it.

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