div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="43f147170b32dfd6a5932aeaf35033fb""You're ALIVE?" I yell at Emily. "Yeah, I don't really know what happened... I just remember waking up with dead bodies." She says then shivers. "I don't know if you know, but I'm pregnant!" I say to her. "Ummm... I didn't know!" She yells. "I'm going to Arizona tomorrow to visit my parents." I say. "Can I come?" She asks and I nod. "I also think you shouldn't tell Louis you're alive, it took him a long time to overcome the loss." I tell her. "How did you overcome losing me?" She asks. "You know anti depressants." I state. "Really?" She asks. "Yes." I answer. Louis walks in and sees Emily. "Ana, you see her too right?" He asks. "Yes, Louis, she's alive." I answer. He goes up to her and kisses her. I slap him. "You have a girlfriend!" I yell. "Really?" Emily asks and I nod. Emily slaps Louis. I laugh. "Well, I have to head to bed. Early flight tomorrow." I say and leave to go cuddle with Harry who had already gone to sleep./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="5ff5ca6e3403b3a8c112afaa2666308b"*The Next Day After the Flight*/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="27b459e6585c4b78f131156852f717ac"We were at my parents grave, we being Harry, Niall, Lila, Emily, CJ, Kayce, and me. I'm crying into Harry's shoulder. "Can you guys leave Harry and I alone?" I ask and they all nod. "Dad, Mum. I wish you were here. You would be able to hold your first grandchild. I just wish you were here." I say sobbing. Then, I hear a bush rustle. I run to the bush, hoping and praying it's not paparazzi. "Who are you?" I ask. My biological dad walks out. I run to him and hug him. "Dad!" I yell. I let go. "Who knocked you up?" He shouts angry. "Dad, my husband got me pregnant." I say. "Husband? Sweetheart, you're too young!" Dad says. "No, Dad, I'm not. I've been through WAY too much, to be told that I'm too young." I state and Harry gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Are you my daughters husband?" Dad asks. "Yes." Harry says. My dad suddenly pulls out a pistol from his pocket. "Woah. Put the gun down!" I shout. "He took my little girl!" My dad yells. "Unless you want over a million girls all over the world who can descriptively tell you how they are going to kill you in one tweet, I suggest you put the gun down." I state. "Who is this guy Ana?" Dad asks. "Oh, one of the most famous boys in the world." I state./div