Ada and Lyric are sisters. Lyric is older than Ada. Lyric had a boyfriend. Ada got his attention. He cheated on Lyric. They fought. He left. Ada's guilty. Lyric's in hospital. He's famous. He's part of One Direction. The baby's fine.

Sorry it's a fanfic I had the idea and couldn't shake it.


4. Last Time

"You cheated on me with my own sister!" Lyric yelled at him. "How could you!" He backed away from her accusing finger. Me and Lyric were both in tears and his face was painted with hurt. She wasn't meant to find out like this.

"Lyric, we didn't mean to." I cried at her.

"My own sister! I love you Ada, and you go sleeping with my boyfriend! You're not my sister!" She screams in my face. In his face is uncertainty to cross her, but he doesn't dare. She's already hurt enough.

He tries holding her hand but she slaps him across the face. His face turns to anger.

"It wasn't Ada's fault. I made her. And you know it. You know your sister wouldn't do that to you!" He shouted back at Lyric. He was standing up for me. But the guilt just ate away at me. The baby started crying.

"OUT!!! I want you OUT!" Lyric thrust her finger towards the door and we followed him outside. "I don't want you in my life anymore!"

"FINE!" He yells back as he climbs in the car.

"Ada, I'm sorry."

"No, Lyric, this is wrong. I'm as much to blame as him. Don't send him away. Please." I begged with her. She saw I was right and stood behind the boot of his car waving at him to stop and get out.

He doesn't see her and reverses quickly. I scream. The car lurches forward quickly. I run to her body and grip her hand.

"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." I reapeat over and over. He gets out the car and kneels next to me. I turn my head and am blinded with anger. I pummel him with my fists. My eyes blurring as tears fall faster. He grips my fists and holds them still as I sob.

"Call an ambulance." is all he says before turning back to Lyric and starting to give her CPR. Although I don't know it, they are the last words he says to me. I do as he says and holds her hand the whole way to the hospital. He stayed at the house. Looking after the baby. Thinks it wasn't a good idea to have a bawling person near a baby.

By the time I got back. He was gone. The baby asleep in his cot. A note on the table.

I wake up. Gasping for breath. It was only a dream. My heart thuds as I think about it. It wasn't a dream. It was a memory. I look under my bed and grab a small box. I put it on my lap and pull out the note.

Lyric + Ada,

I'm not being a good father by doing this, but it's best if I leave. I'm going to find my own way in the world, and maybe some day I'll come back to see my son. But for now, good bye. Don't hesitate to call me at any time.

His name as smudged from the amount of times I've read the note. It isn't much to remember him by but it keeps my memories of him fresh in my mind.

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