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

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25. Back To America

Isabelle had been crying for hours once she had locked her door at the hotel in Paris. She had seen the boy who she was desperately in love with in bed with another girl. Deja didn't understand why they had to move, but she seemed okay with it. She probably didn't know that she would never see her father again. Isabelle flicked on the TV, and gasped.

"Live footage from Seattle," The reporter announced, "One Direction's Zayn Malik is hospitalized after a serious car wreck." Isabelle saw Zayn on a stretcher, being wheeled into an ambulance.  He looked awful. His face was covered in blood, and already had a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

"Oh, Zayn..." Isabelle cried out. Deja came running in, and Isabelle shut off the TV. She didn't want Deja to see that.

"Mommy, are you okay?" The little girl whimpered.

"I'm fine. Just pack your things; we're going back to Seattle."

"But Mommy, we just got here!" Deja frowned.

"We need to go, now!"

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One of the perks of being rich is that you can afford to have a private helicopter. They were soon back in America, and Isabelle took a rental car to the hospital.

"What room is Zayn Malik in?" She demanded.

"Can't tell you that. Over a thousand girls have come in asking that." The woman at the front desk responded.

"He's my best friend."

"He's also three-hundred other girls' best friend."
Isabelle sighed, and started to leave, when she heard the voice that she wanted to hear less than anyone else's voice.

"Iz? Is that you?" Harry gasped. Groaning, Isabelle nodded, and Deja ran up to hug Harry.

"Daddy! Is Uncle Zayn okay?" She whimpered.

"Did that girl just call Mr. Styles her daddy?" The woman asked. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, she's mine." He said kissing Deja's forehead.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Styles."

"Oh, we aren't married." Isabelle muttered, staring daggers at Harry. He led her up to the top floor of the hospital, and held the door to Zayn's room open for her. Isabelle rushed in, and kneeled next to the stretcher that he was lying on.
"Is that you, Izzy?" He groaned. She nodded, and smiled.

"You okay, Zayn?"
"What do you think?" Niall interrupted.

"Shut it, leprechaun. I'm trying to talk to Zayn." She hissed. Niall looked hurt.

"Sorry, Niall, I didn't mean that."

"Is he going to be okay?" Louis demanded as the doctor walked in.

A/N- So if you couldn't tell, I enjoy ending a chapter in suspense. So yeah. Check out chapter 23 for contest details, like, favorite, and comment! :)

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