Make a Joke of It All - A One Direction Love Story

Wish You Were Here

I need someone. I need Zayn. Or Harry at least. I need a father in this baby's life. I need the real father, whoever he might be. I'm still waiting to see.

Around 2 a.m., Ronnie fell asleep on the bed next to me, stretched out in my pajamas I had insisted she borrow. I took one look at her and decided I was hungry. So I got up and started for the kitchen. The place was pitch black, so I had to make sure I didn't trip over anything that could possibly be in my way. 

Thud. Damn, that hurt! My shin made contact with a very hard edge of the couch. A few choice words were floating in my head, but I didn't want to wake anyone with this. I rubbed it for a second while I stood there. I decided to move around the couch and then I easily found the kitchen. A figure stood hunched over the mini fridge and made my body jump back a step. My heart was pounding as I stood motionless staring at the intruder. 

I back up to the wall. I had to find something hard to hit them with. I slithered away to the front door with my hands grazing the wall slightly. I came to the umbrella stand and grabbed the biggest umbrella I could find. I slowly tip-toed at the kitchen with the umbrella ready like a hitter about to hit the game winning homerun. I was going for a grandslam.

As I got closer, the intrueder began to slowly close the door. They had something in their hand. A gun? Oh no. I gripped the handle so tight I'm sure my knuckles looked white. I inched closer, and they spun around. I saw a light flash before me, and I swung hard for that grand slam. The perp fell to the ground and dropped the weapon

"What the hell?" I heard a whisper say. "Who is that?" I recognized that Irish accent.

"Niall?" I tried to make out his facial features in the darkness, but it was no use. "Niall? Is that you?"

"Kate?" He sounded suprised. "What are you hitting me for? All I wanted was a snack." He began to pull himself up off the ground using the counter. 

"I'm sorry, Niall. I thought you were intruding."

"In my own hotel room?" he chuckled. "I don't think anyone is going to intrude here with the amount of security we have here."

"'You never know. Crazy female fans." At this moment, I couldn't help but think of Harry.

"What was that anyways?"

"An umbrella."

He laughed. "Yes, and that will stop a criminal who may possibly be carrying a gun."

"Where's Harry?" I spat out. I didn't mean to. This would be a moment where I would throw my hands over my mouth in utter shock, but I'm too tired and hungry to waste that much energy.

"On the couch," Niall said plainly. I looked over in that direction. I bumped into that couch. 

"Oh." I saw a figure move towards the bedroom Ronnie was sleeping in. It must be Harry going to bed. I was going to have to sneak in and take Ronnie out of there with no noise. I sighed.

"Yeah, uh, Kate?" There was a nervous change in tone that made me feel uneasy.

"Yeah?" 

"He loves you, you know that? He hopes it's his baby," Niall confessed. My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe Harry Styles wanted me to have his baby. 

"What?" I asked flabbergasted.

"He wanted me to tell you. He doesn't think he could talk to you in person without Zayn ripping his head off. Even now with, you know, the whole not being together thing."

"Is he mad?"

Niall sighed. "No, not really. More afraid than anything."

"Afraid of what exactly? The baby or Zayn?"

He chuckled. "Both, I think. He was drunk, so I only caught half of what he said. But he was sober when he told me that all I find out when he's drunk you need to hear."

"Wow." Suddenly I wasn't hungry any more. We stood in silence for a moment. I was done with this conversation. I needed to process these words. 

Niall yawned. "Well, Kate. I'm hitting the sack. See ya in the mornin'." He brushed passed me in the small kitchen. I stood by myself for a second before decideing I needed to wake up Ronnie and tell her. I needed to confide in someone, and I had no idea where Louis could be. 

I started for the room. The door was slightly cracked open. Open wide enough to show an empty side next to Ronnie. Harry wasn't in here. This is odd. I walked over and stood over the bed. I saw a glimmer of light reflect off an object laying on the bed. It was a piece of shiny paper. I stepped over to the light shining in from the window. I unflipped the flap and immediatly didn't believe the words I read:

Kate,

          I need to talk to you tommorrow about our baby.

                                                                                   -Zayn

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So....for those reading.....what do you think is going to happen? Please comment your thoughts below! I would love to read predictions!

-Hannah:)

P.S. Thanks to whoever is reading this. It means a lot :)