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.


33. Engagements All Around


  I arrive at Danielle & Jamie's and am automatically attacked by hugs. "I am so sorry, babe." Jamie says to me. "Let's go shopping, pronto. You need a bed, a comforter set, clothes, makeup, EVERYTHING!! We will get this all taken care of today. The day is young, let's go!"     I laugh. "Babe, the house caught on fire from me making breakfast. I never got the chance to eat... So I'm going to do that first." I walk over to the kitchen, just to get blocked.     "I think you've done enough cooking for one day, Sweetie." Jamie says. I laugh. Really? I'm not even allowed to cook anymore? Eh. Fair enough.     I sit down up on the counter and watch him make me some breakfast. Once it's done, I gobble it down like I've never eaten in my life. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I do the dishes and I go into Jamie's room.     "Hey, ready to do some shopping?" I ask him.     "Always." he says and jumps up from his bed. "DANI! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING IF YOU WANNA TAG ALONG!!" Jamie yells from the front door. I see Dani running over putting shoes on.     "I'm ready." she says and we walk downstairs to the main entrance and go out to Jamie's car. I sit in the passenger seat, Jamie drives, and Danielle is in the back.     "So, I think Liam is going to propose soon." Danielle says.     "No way! Why do you think that?" I ask her, suddenly getting excited.     "Well, ever since you & Niall got engaged, he's been talking about marriage alot and asking what kind of ring I would want if we ever got engaged and/or married. He's also talking about how many children he'd want and all this stuff. I hope he does soon. If he doesn't, I'm just gonna have to do it myself. Screw the old fashioned way." Danielle explains.     I turn around in my seat and high-five her. "Oh yeah, babe!" I laugh. "I hope you do get engaged and married. I don't want my little Niall to feel like the little snowflake. I mean, he already is. But, I don't want him to take a bunch of shit for being engaged at 19, you know?  *A/N*(I  know right now he's 18, but this is November 2012 right now. So he's 19.) I love being the special couple, but I need somebody to plan stuff with!"      "Uh, hello ladies. Single gay man over here. I need a man. Come on." We all laugh.     "Hey babe, why don't I hook you up with the Sass Masta, Louis?" I say to Jamie.     "Honey, please. He is not my type." Jamie says in the gayest tone he's ever said. We all bust up laughing at this.     We turn into the shopping center and get out. First thing we need to do is order a bed. I need a queen size, just in case Niall spends the night sometimes. We order the bed and look at bed spreads.     "Oh! Look at this!" I pull out this black, silky sheet, 1000 thread count, Egyptian cotton. I rub it against my face. "I want..."     And Danielle of course breaks out into song. "I WANT, I WANT, I WANT, BUT THAT'S CRAZAY! I WANT, I WANT, I WANT, BUT THAT'S NOT ME! I WANT, I WANT I WANT TO BE LOVED BY YOU!" and she points at Jamie at the end. Oh my God... She's crazy.      "Okay... That's enough of that. I'm taking this sheet set. Now I need a comforter..." I look around and see a One Directioner comforter. Yes. I go grab it. "Okay, I'm going to buy this. But only for when Niall sleeps over. I'm gonna buy another comforter for normal times." I laugh. "He'll love it.     We check out the sheets and 2 comforter sets. I went with the One Direction and just a black and white poka-dot comforter set. We decide to go clothes shopping next. We literally could have bought the entire mall out from all of the clothes we bought.     I don't even think I liked half of them, I just need damn clothes.     Next, we went to electronics because I need a new phone charger and laptop. I bought those and we went to check them out when I saw who was working there.     "Hey Rylee..." I look up and there's Michael. My cashier.     "Er, Hi Michael." I give him the laptop and phone charger.     "Why did you hang up this morning?" he asked while checking my items out.     "My house caught on fire, if you must know." I said, getting the money out of my purse to give to him.     "Oh, wow. Is everything okay?" He asks, looking up at me concerned.     "If everything was okay, would I be buying a new laptop and phone charger?" I asked, looking up at him, giving him a stupid look.     "I guess not... Here's your things." he handed me the bags and we left the store.     Why do I keep running into him? It's like he's stalking me.     I look on twitter and see that #PrayForRyleesHome is trending on twitter. I decide to update a status.     "You guys are awesome for trending #PrayForRyleesHome !! I love that. Everythings okay. @NiallOfficial and I have to stay somewhere else for a while, but we're okay. Thanks :) xx"     I decide now would be a great time to call Miranda, the girl I want to fly in to meet the boys.     I call Miranda and we talk for an hour setting everything up. She's going to come next week and stay at a nearby hotel. This will be fun.      I hope everything works out.     But now that I've said that, it won't. I need to stop saying that.
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