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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20. Drama Drama Drama. *Kinda Short, Sorry*

 

  I sit up quickly. "THEY WHAT?! No. They cannot do that! I'm going to call Liam right now! They can't do this!" Niall started rubbing my back to calm me down but that was not happening. I grab my phone and punch in Liam's number and I'm so impatient, I'm yelling at my phone to start ringing. "Liam Payne, if you don't pick up right--"     "Hello?" I heard Liam say.     "LIAM JAMES PAYNE!" I yell right in his ear.     "I know Rylee. Calm down. Louis was just mad. He said some things that weren't meant to be said. Nobody wants him out of the band. I know he's right next to you. Let me talk to him." I hand Niall my phone and I listen to their conversation.     "Hello?" Niall says, kinda aggravated.     "Bro, Louis was just mad. We don't want you out. I don't know where he got that silly idea in his head in the first place. Our fans would kill us alive if you were out of the band anyway. We love you, Nialler. Don't think we don't." I heard Liam say. I tried not to smile at it, because I'm still pretty damn mad.     "Liam, I don't even know what to do right now. I'm kinda in a difficult situation right now. To be honest, I don't really want to be apart anymore because of management. For God sakes, they turn my microphone off during a song and turn it back on when it's over. How do you think I feel, knowing I'm just a stage prop pretty much?" I feel myself getting teary-eyed and I rub Niall's knee.     "That's not it at all, Niall. You know that. I don't know what their fucking problem is. It pisses us all off when they do that. We're all tempted just to drop out and find a different management." Liam protested.     "Why don't we just do it then?" Niall asked.     "Money." Liam answered.     "Is that what we're all about anymore? Money? I'm here to make a difference in this world. Nobody from Mullingar gets this. Nobody. And I want to show that yes, I am from a small town in Ireland, but I made it. I want to show everybody that dreams do come true. Whether they think so or not. But guess what? Management doesn't give a fuck about any of that. For God sakes, Harry changes the lyrics to songs into dirty words every night, and does he get in trouble? No. But if I say 'damn' in an interview, I'm shunned for 3 days." I believe Niall honestly made his point. I want him to stay in One Direction. But I also want him to be accepted.     Liam was dead silent after that one.      "Whatever man. I gotta go and hangout with a girl who honestly does accept me." and Niall hung up and wrapped his arms around me. "You accept me, right baby?" Niall asked.     I looked up at him and said, "Of course... I will always." and I kissed him lightly. We laid like this for a couple minutes before I heard his stomach growl. I laughed and said "Want me to make you dinner?"     He nodded. "That'd be great babe." I sat up and kissed his cheek before going downstairs to make us both some dinner. I yelled up at the bottom of the stairs "BABE! YOU BETTER START PACKING!     He yelled back "YEAH! I KNOW! I'M WORKING ON IT!" and I went back into the kitchen and cooked us some spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. He smelled the food and came down about a half hour later. "Smells good babe."     "Hopefully it tastes good, too. Sit down. What do you want to drink?" I asked him.     "Could you hand me a beer?" he asked "I think I deserve one." he chuckled.     I smiled "Yes." and I handed him one. I brought out us both our meals, grabbing me some apple juice and we ate our dinner together. I told him everything that happened with Eleanor earlier that day and he laughed and said "She's the one who's gonna be a horrible mum." We decided to be cute and do the whole "Lady in the Tramp" scene. We shared a piece of spaghetti so we'd kiss, and he pushed a meatball over to me with his nose. That part was a bit much, but it was adorable.      We may not be the most ideal couple. Or the best. We may not be in the best situation at the moment. But we have eachother and that's all I could ever ask for in life. 
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