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.


40. Everything About You


*A/N*(You know. I was ready to go to bed and everything and I read the comments some of you left and were all "CONTINUE!" and I was thinking "Nooo. I wanna leave a cliffhanger. But I felt bad. This is for you guys...)     I called Niall. "Can you come over?" I asked.     "Of course..." he said. 15 minutes later he was knocking on my bedroom door. I let him in and sat back down on my bed with my legs crossed.     He sat infront of me, but facing. "What's up?"     The look on his face was the most pityful face I had ever seen... And I realized at this moment, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, I can't leave him. I'm inlove with this idiot in tin foil.  I reached over and grabbed his hands. "Niall James Horan, I love you so much."     He smiled at me, "I love you, too... But...?"     "No buts. I just love you." I leaned over towards him and kissed him lightly and pulled away. "One thing though."     "Yes?" he asked.     "I don't want the big fancy wedding. It's too much money. I didn't want one to begin with. I just didn't want to make your mum mad. Who needs a fancy wedding? I love you. Hell, let's get married now!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air on the last part.     "Are you serious, Rylee?" Niall asked, looking at me a little odd.      I nodded. "I don't like being the center of attention anyway." I admitted.     Niall laughed. "Neither do I." he scooted on closer to me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "I thought you were going to break up with me." Niall admitted.     I thought to myself. "So did I..." and I looked at my ring and smiled. "I have a question."     Niall pulled away and looked at me. "Yes?"     "Why do you throw your money around me? I mean, you're paying to rebuild a house that I ruined, you're paying for the lawyer for MY vandalized car, you bought me this ring that I wouldn't be able to afford in a million years." I looked him in the eyes.     He looked straight back into mine. "It's not throwing money around if you're worth every single cent I spend. I just want you happy. The first half of your life wasn't the most happiest for you, and I want you to live the rest of you life happy." Niall answered. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek.     "I am happy. With you. Always. I need to text Miranda and apologize." I said, grabbing my phone.     "No need. I already did. Anyway, she's on a date with Mr. Styles." Niall said, looking smug.     "WITH HARRY?!" I said excitedly.     "No. WIth Gemma. Of course with Harry." he smiled at me.  I stuck my tongue out at him.     "No need to be sarcastic." I smiled at him. "Well, I'll leave her alone then." I laid down on the bed.     Niall laid next to me and put his hand on my stomach. "What if we make a baby? That's actually mine and all." Niall asked me, slowly rubbing circles around my stomach.     I looked at him. "Do you want to? I mean, do you think it'd be a good idea?"     "I think we should. Because if in the long run we don't work out, which I know we'll workout but still, we will always be connected by our child." Niall answered which made me smile.     "I'm just scared... I don't want to have another miscarriage. Waking up in a pile of blood isn't fun." I said to Niall.     "Don't you do that once a month anyway?" Niall teased. I smacked his chest.     "Not that big of a puddle!!" I laughed. "So, do you honestly want to?" I asked.     "It doesn't hurt to try..." Niall said and I just looked down at my stomach and put my hand over his on my stomach.
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