Stormy Nights - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel To Missing You)

When Leah is eight months pregnant, Harry is finally able to get a plane ticket to go see his blind best friend. Leah allows him to go, but what happens when the weather holds Harry up, and he is stuck at Louis' home? What will Leah do when she goes into labour? How will Harry get to her? Where will Leah go, if she can't drive herself to the hospital? What happens when Zayn has a double? Who will end up with who, and who will end up where?


15. Chapter Fifteen

Harry's POV

My jaw drops. My eyes fall out of my skull. She was right, I shouldn't have left at a time like this. "Leah," I say into the phone, but I do not hear her voice answer. It is somebody else's.




"Harry, she is going to be alright, we are taking care of her. Just, try and get here as soon as possible," he explains, sounding different from how he did the last time I encountered him. "Zayn, whatever you are doing at my house, don't do it. Get out, leave Leah alone. Please, don't hurt her," I cry, but Leah's screams in the backround cut me off. "Harry, I'm not Zayn. I mean, I am. But I'm the real Zayn. Not the Zayn you've come to know, the bad Zayn," he says, making no sense. "What are you talking about," I challenge, but he doesn't answer. "Look, bro, I have to go. Leah needs help right now, and you aren't here to give it to her. Please, just come quick," He pleads, before hanging up.

I whip the phone across the room before putting my face in my hands. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I peek over, and realize it is Louis' Mother. "Johannah," I mumble under my breath, but she still hears me. "Harry, what is the matter?" She asks, walking over to the couch where Louis sits, and she sits beside him. I shoot up. "Johannah, I need your car," I say, frantic, putting my phone in my pocket and getting ready to bolt upstairs. "Harry," She begins, but I cut her off. "No, Johannah. I need your car," I exclaim, but she sighs. "The storm is too bad right now, Harry," "Leah is giving birth. I cannot miss the birth of my child," I cry, wiping the tears off of my face.

"Harry, I'm sorry," Johanna breathes, "I just can't let you go out in this storm, it will take overnight to drive there and not a single plane will be flying at a time like this. You can't risk it, Harry," she explains.

"Please, Johanna, you don't understand," I plead, but she shakes her head, walking over to me and embracing me in a hug. "Harry, I do understand. But I need you to understand that if you want to be alive to see your child at any point in time you can not go out in this storm."

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