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.


41. My Apology Chapter


*A/N*(I know you all hate me because I didn't update yesterday. I am SO sorry. I was hanging out with family, and on kik, if I saw your message and read it but didn't reply, it's because I didn't want my phone to die. It's been dying quickly lately and I've been at malls without a charger. But anywho, you're here for the story. PS, I'm writing this while I'm half asleep because I love you guys so much. I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense.)     Niall & I decided we would wait a month before trying to have a baby. Since this month has been rocky, we want to put everything back together in the next month. In 3 days, Miranda is leaving to go back to the states. She's been spending all of her time with Harry, shocker there.     I decided to go look for some colleges. I'm 17, I need to get on with my life if I still want to be that lawyer. Niall was sleeping next to me when I had woken up, so I quietly went to grab my laptop and I tripped over his shoe and BAM! hit the floor.     Niall quickly got up, "Babe? You okay?"     I was laughing so hard I couldn't get up. I laugh when I'm in pain. I attempted getting up. My laughter wasn't causing me the troubles, I hurt my knee badly. "I'm fine." I replied in between laughing and holding my knee. "Just banged my knee up a little."     Niall came over to me. "It doesn't look like it's banged up... Let's get you to a hospital."     Oh my God. I have never been to a hospital so many times in my life. Kill me now. No place can be that fucking white.     Niall carried me out to his car. I think he likes taking me to the hospital because he gets to show off his muscles by carrying me. "Babe... I can hop." I told him as he was carrying me.     "That'd be very entertaining to see, I must admit. But I have to carry you. Don't want you getting hurt more than you are now." He replied.     "Well, why not? I'm going to the hospital anyway. They can have more fun." I said with a smile.     "Rylee." Niall looked at me and stopped walking.     "Yes?"     "Shutup." Was all he said and started walking again.     "Well, how rude." I said, crossing my arms, no longer holding my arms around his neck.     "Yeah yeah." We finally made it to the car and he set me down in the backseat. He got in the driver's seat and began driving.     "It doesn't hurt that bad." I said from the back.     "Rylee, it's swollen 2 times it's normal size. Stop trying to get out of going." was all Niall said as he parked the car in the parking lot, came over to me, and picked me up again, carrying me into the ER.      He set me down on one of the waiting room chairs and went to sign me in and fill out paperwork.     "This is ridiculous." I said as a fan was asking to get her picture taken with Niall.     "Uh..." he looked at me and I just nodded. "Sure." He got up, got the picture taken and sat back down. "Sorry about that babe."     "I know." I rubbed his arm and the nurse came out to get me with a wheelchair. Oh thank God. No more being carried around like some child.     I got in the wheelchair, with help from Dear Old Niall of course. And I got rolled away to the doctor's office. They sent me to get XRAYS, which let me tell you, hurt like a mother fucking bitch. Trying to straighten your leg when it's your KNEE of all places that hurts, yeah. These doctors are crazy.     Turns out, I snapped my kneecab in half. How can a trip do that? Really? Really Rylee? You're so talented with your falling. They wrapped up my knee and gave me the wheelchair to go home.     Niall pushed me while we were going to the car. "I'm paying for the bill." Niall said.     "Oh my God. No you're not. I still have 13,000 pounds from my dad. I can pay for it." I said, looking back at him from the chair.     "Gah, fine Rylee." he said as he set me in the passenger seat.     "Thanks babe." I said as I kissed his cheek.     We're already fighting like a married couple.      This will be a fun marriage, let me tell you.
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