Her Part 4
a/n: hi lovelies! here is the long-awaited part 4 to this series. Thank you to everyone who’ve messaged me saying how much they enjoyed the previous parts. I'm glad to hear that you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! I just wanted to warn you all as well, ya’ll aren’t ready for this! bahaha. as always, I hope you all enjoy; also feel free to let me know what you think. sorry for any errors.
for those who’ve missed the previous parts or who are interested, I’ll link them all here: 1 2 3
enjoy💕
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About 45 minutes later, you arrived at your hotel. The driver delivered when you asked to be far away from your old hotel and still within minutes from the airport. You were relieved that he had granted your wish, and if you were being completely honest, a little glad that (even if it was short-lived) that another person, another human being had paid some attention to you and not act as if you were invisible.
You paid and tipped your driver and you grabbed your belongings and proceeded to the hotel lobby.
You booked a room for a couple of days, absolutely exhausting all the time (and money) you had left in your spring break. It was a fairly nice hotel with many amenities that you hoped could help distract you and somewhat ease the pain.
You arrived into your room and plopped on the bed. You decided to disable the ‘Do Not Disturb’ feature and absentmindedly began looking through all of your (many) texts.
It was all the same. It was like reading and rereading the same message, as if they had found a general text on Google or had conjured some vague and general text that was only personalized because they added your name to it; not one different from the other. All of them saying err, more like asking about where you were and apologizing for leaving you behind. You couldn’t help the sound that escaped from your lips, a sound of pure annoyance, really.
Since when did they care? Of course it dawned on them that you were missing when they all arrived at the hotel. So much for the “group”. Yeah, sure. You couldn’t believe you were that naive and foolish to believe that you were actually a part of that group. You were an outsider and it was only now that it dawned on you. If they were concerned, why didn’t they send for a car for you? If they were so clearly worried about you like they said they were then why didn’t they make a U-turn and return to the place where they last saw you?
You were hurt but you were more so beyond embarrassed. You looked like a damn fool standing in an empty parking lot.
Instinctively, your thumb grazed over the Instagram app and that was when you began your uncontrollable and unrelenting cycle of scrolling through the countless pictures and updates of him and her and their blossoming relationship. Alternating between Instagram and Twitter, you heart breaking into smithereens.
As you were scrolling through your timeline, there was a photo that caught your attention. It was a photo of Tom, Z and Jacob the day they surprised fans at DisneyLand standing in front of the Ferris wheel, his apparent ‘blunder’ with his tagging. How he had tagged her in his you know where.
Now you knew he wasn’t that good with the app but c’mon you knew he at least knew how to tag people, all his previous posts where there were people tagged proved otherwise. And to see that? And what he did? Hurt you even more that you could’ve imagined. Your eyes stayed afixed to that picture. Refreshing it every 30 seconds or so. Then you saw he had realized his mishap and fixed it to where she was tagged correctly, even changing his caption, but it was too late; the damage had already been done. There was no coming back from this. You switched from the app to our Twitter only to see the same thing again. And your eyes locked in to her most recent tweet. A fan asking if there was a subliminal message for the placement of his tag only for her to reply with saying how he was just “Instagram stupid”.
Yeah, sure, whatever.
Who’s really going to buy that?!
Tears were constantly flowing, never ceasing, not even for a millisecond. It was like ripping a bandaid open time after time again; only for it to bleed as much as it had done before. You couldn’t keep doing this to yourself. It was killing you, this was killing you. Sucking the air and the life out of your entire being. As much as it pained you when you discovered his true feelings, you did not want to stop the incessant torture you were putting yourself into, scrolling through what seemed like a thousand pictures and reading what the fans thought about the situation through tweets and Instagram posts and captions.
Many feelings coursed through you; anger, sadness, humiliation, regret, jealousy, pretty much any feeling other than happiness. This was driving you mad, you were literally driving yourself crazy.
You had to put an end to all of this. You decided that you were not going to be bothered by anything and everything that had to deal with him and the people around him. The day you were set to leave cannot come any sooner.
You decided to delete everything, all of your social platforms, you absolutely wanted nothing to do with him. You did not want to be reminded of your humiliation and heartbreak, coming second to her, he wanted nothing to do with you, and you were going to return the favor.
<3 days later>
You had just arrived to your home town, and the first thing you did was change your number. This was the first step in attempting to move on. There was no use crying over something that will never be fixed. The damage too big and painful to ever want to relive. Just the thought of it made you shiver. You refused to cry anymore over a relationship that seemed over right as soon as it began. You hated how naive and gullible you were to fall for his words; believing the lies he fed off the palm of his hand. Well not today, and not ever again.
After you changed your number, you felt a sense of liberation. You seemed to be at peace. You terminated all of your socials. You had deleted his number, his brothers’ and Haz’s, pretty much the people who you thought were like your second family. To simply put it, you went ghost, totally going off the grid. Never wanting to be reminded of anything that had to deal with him.
With just a couple of weeks left of the semester, and graduation 3 weeks away, you decided that you were going to continue work hard so that you’d be able to move out of your family home and into a place of your own.
<time skip>
It was now graduation day, and you couldn’t be more happier. Despite all that had happened, you managed to pull through when giving up seemed like the only option and proved your haters wrong. You graduated with high honors, your heartbreak being your motivation instead of your downfall.
<weeks later>
You had kept to your plan; your plans of moving out of your childhood home and into a place of your own. You moved into a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment, and the location couldn’t be any more perfect, just 15 minutes away from your job. This new life of yours seemed to be really promising.
Days had passed since you finally settled into your new place when you realized you were late. It was not like you to be late, since you were always regular. To ease your mind, you decided to take a home pregnancy test. Upon following the directions and as you waited for the results, you couldn’t help the uneasy feeling, like your stomach was in knots for the impending results. Your hands began to feel clammy, you heart racing and your breathing increasing.
It had been about 10 minutes and the results were ready.
After doing much back and forth, a lot of pacing, you decided to look at the results.
What could possibly go wrong?
You picked up the thin plastic, your hand instinctively placed over your mouth, your eyes widening. Shock. Disbelief. Completely flabbergasted. This cannot possibly be real, can it?
The pregnancy test had 2 lines, meaning it was positive.
Realization then hit you like a truck.
You are pregnant.
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