Regretting You

I love you, Harry Styles. That's why I'm leaving. No matter how much I love you, I want you to know that. That isn't the only reason that I'm leaving. I'm pregnant. I couldn't ruin your career by staying, by letting a family tear up the band. I will never forget you, Harry, but you need to forget me. I'm gone. Don't try to find me. I love you.

Isabelle Curran


34. Baby Drama

*A month has past, making Isabelle eight months pregnant, and Perrie seven.*

"The wedding will be on June 16th of next year." Isabelle heard Harry tell the boys. He was so excited, and so was she. She smiled, and Perrie gave her a hug, which was really hard since they both had large baby-bellies. Isabelle and Zayn's friendship had decayed over the last month, and Perrie became Isabelle's new BFF. Now, Zayn would hardly talk to her, and would leave if she tried to talk to him. She didn't know what had happened, but he seemed to hate her.

"Come on, let's go in the nursery to check on Deja and Louis." Perrie suggested. It had turned out to be Isabelle's second favorite place in the house. They had added an extra room because of the twins, and every room was furnished. Louis Jr. and Deja were playing a game that involved Littlest Pet Shops and Legos, so Isabelle and Perrie went into the bedroom that had been set up for Isabelle's son.

"You know, Deja could be an interior designer. This is really nice!" Perrie exclaimed. It was true; Deja did a great job designing the nursery. They talked about the babies for a while; considering names, and wondering when they would be born. Then, Perrie gasped with pain, and clutched her stomach.
"Perrie? Are you okay?" she demanded. Perrie just groaned.

"Zayn, Harry! Come help!" Isabelle wailed. Harry came sprinting in, but no sign of Zayn. Perrie was leaning on Isabelle, and was moaning in pain with one hand on her baby belly.

"Iz, are you okay?" He asked.

"I think Perrie is going into labor! Get Zayn, for God's sake!" Isabelle screamed back. Harry ran out, and a moment later, Zayn stalked in.

"What the fuck do you need, Isa-," he stopped when he saw Perrie, "Perrie! What's wrong?" He gasped.

"She's going into labor, but you're to busy hating me to care." Isabelle snapped, "Call an ambulance!" Zayn pulled out his phone, and dialed. Louis Jr. came running in, with Deja behind him.

"Is Mama okay?" He asked in a squeaky voice.

"Harry, take care of the kids. Bring them to the hospital." Isabelle commanded, "Now, Perrie. Sit down. The ambulance will be here soon."

When the ambulance arrived, they almost took Isabelle.

"Not me! Her! She's the one who's having a baby!" Isabelle hissed at the paramedic who tried to help her onto a stretcher. The man frowned, and went over to help Perrie.

"You are going to be okay!" Zayn whispered to Perrie, trying to comfort her as the paramedics pulled the stretcher and Perrie out. Zayn ran for his car, and Isabelle jumped into the front seat.

"Look, I know that you hate me now, but Perrie is my best friend. I need to be there for her." She said, while Zayn tried to protest. He just sighed, and followed the ambulance.

At the hospital, they let Zayn into the room where Perrie was, but not Isabelle. She sat outside, and when Harry arrived with Louis, Louis Jr., Deja, Liam, and Niall, she rushed to meet them.

"I don't know what's going on. They've been in there for an hour. Nurses keep coming in and out, but that's all." Isabelle explained hastily.

Four hours later, Zayn ran out.
"You guys can come meet my daughter now!" He smiled. He led them all into the room, and sitting in an incubator was a little girl with black hair like Zayn's, but other than that, she looked just like Perrie, who was slowly getting into a wheelchair.

"What's her name?" Harry and Isabelle asked at the same time.

"Veronica. Veronica Ariana Malik." Perrie smiled.

A/N- So Perrie's baby is two months premature. We still need names for the twins, so keep commenting the names! Like, favorite, and comment! :P


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