Stuck Between Two Daddy's.

Hi. My name is Rylee. I'm not one of those pagent queens, or cheerleaders. I'm not popular, or cute and funny. I'm a loner. I drink, do drugs, have sex, do everything. My therapist says it's to cope with the death of my mother. Does she not know that my mum died when I was 2? I don't remember her. Anyway. I'm not here to tell you my sob story life about how I live with a single dad with 2 younger sisters because their mum left us out of the blue. Oops. Told too much. I forgot to mention one thing about me. I have a boyfriend. His name is Niall Horan. He's a part of the band One Direction. I'm sure you all have heard of them. I'm kind of pregnant. But not with his child. But of another member of the band's... I haven't told either one of them yet. Not sure when I should though. Or if I should even have this baby at all... Abortion sounds better everyday.

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48. Being Carried Isn't Fun

 

*A/N*(I got my bellybutton pierced! Wooh! See it on my instagram & twitter: @justineelise7. Also, my boyfriend and I broke up, so no more dumbass drama. Also, my bestfriend is reading my stories. I love you, Lissie. <3)     I woke up the next morning and rolled over. My eyes were still closed, but I heard somebody say, "Goodmorning beautiful."     And it wasn't Niall.     I hit Harry's head. "WHAT THE HELL?!" I yelled.      Harry just smiled at me. " How you doin? "     "Uhm. How do you think I'm doing?" I said, with an angry look on my face.     "Okay. Yeah. This looks bad. But we need to talk... We never did since you had your miscarriage." Harry said, rubbing my arm.     I pull my arm away. "I thought you were Niall last night... And yes, we do need to talk. But once I've had my coffee."      I push Harry off the sofa, hearing a big BANG when he hits the floor. "Get me my coffee and medicine please. I'm crippled." I said, looking at him on the floor.     He gets up, walks to the kitchen, makes coffee, and brings me my medicine and coffee. I take my medicine and drink my coffee and I look at him. "We need to talk?"     Harry nodded and sat across from me. "Not here..."     "Then where?" I asked.     "My room. I'll carry you."     I sighed and nodded. Next thing I know, I'm being carried into Harry's room. I look at his bed-side clock and see that it is only 8 am. God damn.     He sets me on his bed and sits next to me. "So." he says, awkwardly.     "So..." I say, just as awkwardly.     "We haven't talked since everything happened... I was going to call you, but you were on vacation and I didn't want to bother you and I didn't want to say this on the phone while you were with Niall and I can't even imagine what you're thinking right now." Harry said, way faster than he usually talks. Wow. He is nervous.     "What are you talking about, Harry?" I asked, looking at him.     "I like Miranda. A lot." He confessed. I smiled. "But... I don't know. This is all so confusing. I see you with Niall. And I just wish so badly that he had freaked out and left you." Harry says.     "You lost me..." I say with a confused look on my face.     Harry looked in my eyes. "Liam told you last night he was inlove with you... But he was joking. I'm not when I say I'm inlove with you." He grabbed both of my hands and I still had a confused look on my face.     After about 10 seconds of me staring at him, Harry whispered, "Say something."     "I...I...I love...I love Niall." I whispered back.     "I know you do... But he treats you like a child, Rylee... I'll treat you so much better." Harry squeezed my hands.     "I love Niall, Harry. I do. I'm engaged to him. We're going to get married. We're planning on having another baby." I confessed to him.     "No.. You can't have another baby." Harry said, shaking his head.     I pulled my hands away. "I'm going to be with Niall for the rest of my life."     "Then why wasn't he sleeping next to you on that couch? I will do that everyday until you get better. And I'll pick up my shoes off the ground." Harry smirked and I smiled at him.     "Harry. I have a lot of thinking to do. I really do... Can you take me to Niall's room?" I asked.     He nodded, picking me back up.     God damn. Everything is so confusing right now.  
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