Abusive Love

"You might be..." He trailed off.

I stood there silently as guilt, and shame, over came me.

"I didn't use protection. I guess we were just too caught up in to the moment..." He said.

"Zayn, we have a problem." I said.

"What?" He asked.

"I had sex wi-" I stopped myself.

I was not going to tell Zayn that I had messed with Harry while he took care of me, but it was too late.

"You messed around with Harry didn't you?" He asked.

I nodded my head in embarassement. I didn't want to speak.

I looked at Zayn as tears filled his eyes.

"I guess I deserve that after everything I did. I can't blame you either, you were single. It hurts me though. How could you have done that while I was in your head? And don't try to say I wasn't." He said.

"Zayn I honestly don't know what to say. Even though I was single, I still apologize for it. You probably hate me now, because if I am pregnant, who's the dad? I'm such a sl-"

"Chloe you don't need to apologize. I don't hate you, I love you no matter what. Yeah, you kinda were acting like a slut, but you're not. You were free. I don't blame you, but right now, I don't want to talk about it. I want to rest first. Goodnight babe. If you want, sleep beside me, if not, I understand." He said, before he walked away.

Tears filled my eyes, as I wished I could take it all back. Harry and I kept it a secret, we never brought it up. It was the day Zayn had came to Harry's house looking for me. First time I ever slept with Harry in the same bed. We thought we fell in to a deep sleep, but we woke up shortly afterwards. Harry had realized what we had done and pretended that nothing ever happened. I did the same. Afterwards we went back to sleep. Now I am faced with the possibility of carrying either Harry's child, or Zayn's.

"Oh god." I sobbed, as I palmed my face.

JESSIKA'S POV:

After I finished dancing with Harry, he said he had to go do something, so Niall came back and kept me company.

"Are you still drunk?" I laughed.

"Not really." He responded.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes babe!" He said.

"Oh, so now I'm your babe?" I laughed.

"You've always been my babe... Well, in my mind. Everybody hates you, but I don't. I like you, a lot. I wish you could see that." He said.

A knot quickly formed in my stomach, as I felt extremely bad for not calling Niall back after that date.

"I'm sorry Niall." I said.

"Forrr?" He slurred.

"For not giving you a chance. I actually liked you too, but Harry I-I just, I've always loved Harry." I said.

"I understand babe, don't apologize. You do you! But, if you ever need anyone, good ol' leprechaun Horan is here!" He laughed.

"Oh my god Niall! You need to lay off the beer!" I laughed.

Niall really knew how to cheer me up.

HARRY'S POV:

I thought about when Chloe started looking sick and ran to the bathroom. I knew she had thrown up, it was written all over her face. I wonder if it had to do with that night we had after Zayn tried to talk to Chloe. 

"Can things get any worse?" I asked myself, as I enjoyed the night's cool breeze.

"Hey mate!" I heard a familiar voice slur.

I turned around to see Louis.

"Hey! How's it going?" I laughed, as I realized he was drunk.

"Nothing muuuch! What about you?" He asked.

"Good!" I said.

"No, no, it's not." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, your girlfriend! She is mean. She's what I mean!" He said.

"Lou you are drunk." I said.

ELEANOR'S POV:

After catching back up for a bit with our boyfriends, Danielle and I got back together since they decided that they wanted to talk to some friends. Danielle noticed that Louis had left Liam though.

"We HAVE to find Louis! He was already drunk when I was with him!" I said.

"I've looked everywhere! What about outside?" Danielle asked.

"Alright! I'll check the front, you check the back?" I asked.

"Okay!" She said, as we walked in the opposite direction of eachother.

HARRY'S POV:

"No! Look, you have to listen. Okay? Okay." He started.

"No! I will not listen! You clearly do not know what y-"

"Oh my god Louis!" Danielle interrupted.

"I'm sorry Harry, he's drunk. Eleanor's been looking for him."  She finished.

"I understand. Thanks for getting him!" I said.