Lost, Hopeless, and Destroyed (A One Direction/Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 32 - Too Late

*A/N*

Okay, so there's only a few chapters left (idk how many) but I'm excited to be finishing! But also sad because I don't want it to end. lol. I know, I'm confusing. xD But don't worry. Hopefully, this summer I will start another fanfiction but only If I have a computer handy. lol. This chapter is intense so enjoy!!

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*Niall's POV*

After signing something for a fan, I look to see if Melody is done. I look at see her, she notices me. She doesn't look well, at all.

I see her run straight towards the bathroom once again. I grow worried and want to know what just happened. I run after it. I finally get into the girls bathroom and see Melody throwing up in the big stall.

I run to her and pull her hair back. I assume this was the pregnancy. After what seemed like forever, she finally stopped. I noticed blood. "Oh my god." I whispered to myself. I then feel Melody collapse into my arms with her head against my chest.

I panic.

*Melody's POV*

I wake up and open my eyes slowly to find Niall carrying me bridal style rushing to the truck. I look up at him. "Nia-" I barly speak.

"Omg Mel!" He says fast. "Don't worry, I'm gonna help you!" He says, scared.

"No, It's fine. I'm fine Niall." I swear.

"Well at least just let me take you to get checked out."

"Alright." I agree. "But Niall-"

"Yes love?"

"I don't want to keep it, I'm not ready yet."

He looks at me and nodds, respecting my decision.

We check everything out at the doctors and come back home.

I see Zayn and Harry. I confront them.

"Why were you two spying on me and niall at the park?" I ask, pissed.

"What are you talking about we were hear all day, playing video games." Harry said.

Did I just imagine them? Or did I mistake them for someone else? Hmm, could have been. I mean, I am pregnant. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me like it always does. Well then it would have nothing to do with the pregnancy, now would it? haha.

Whatever, I don't care anymore. Because there was nothing to hide. I am sick of being a screw up. Niall does not deserve any of the shit I have put him through. I wish I would have realized it sooner. But I'm done. I'm done with this life. I'm starting fresh. I'm gonna be a new me. Well, same girl, but different mind.

It won't win. I won't let it.

*4 days later*

Today's the day of my appointment. It's not that I just don't want the baby just because, it's just, I'm not ready for it yet. I have to focus on myself first. I set up an appointment with the doctor and go and get an abortion. I didn't like it, of course not. But It had to be done. But I will never forget him/her. I'm sorry baby.

*3 weeks later*It's been 3 weeks. it's been going great so far. I haven't purged, or cut or done anything to harm myself. I feel like myself again. I feel happier. And I can tell Niall does too. Our relationship wasn't healthy going in, and through most of it. But now, it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It was an amazing feeling.