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.


49. No Time At All *Short, but more coming*


*A/N*(I'm in so much pain right now that I can't sleep, so I'm going to be posting. Hope you don't mind.)     Once I was in Niall's bed and Harry left, shutting the door, I watched Niall sleep and ran my fingers through his hair. I love Niall. God I love him so much. But we are both so young. He's just getting started with his career and I don't even know what I'm doing with mine.     I can't date Harry though. I don't have those kinds of feelings for him... Atleast I don't think I do. Niall & I just need a break, that's for sure. But neither of us date anyone. We just need to figure out what's going on.     After about 15 minutes, Niall woke up. He looked up at me. "Hey baby. How'd you get in here?"     "Harry brought me in." I laid down next to him and he intertwined his fingers with mine. I smiled.     "Oh, okay." He kissed my cheek. "Did you sleep on the couch? I never heard you come in."     "Yeah, I fell asleep there after talking to Liam. I didn't want to make Liam carry me up here." I replied, playing with his fingers.     Niall nodded and I heard his stomach growl. "I'm hungry." he admitted.     I smiled. "I can hear that. I'd cook you something, but I can't. Have Harry do it."     "Good idea." He texted Harry and told him to make him breakfast.  I laughed at his laziness and kept playing with his fingers.     "What's on your mind babe?" Niall asked. I looked up at him confused.     "Don't give me that look. You think I don't know when my girlfriend needs to talk about something after 2 years? Spill it." Niall said, looking in my eyes.     I turned to him. "Do you think we're making a mistake?     "I don't understand." Niall admitted.     "Us. Are we making a huge mistake getting married at such a young age?" I looked in his eyes to figure out what he was feeling, but they were blank.    "I don't think so... Are you feeling doubts?" Niall asked, still his eyes were blank.     "No! No. All I want is you... I'm just wondering if we should take a break for a while. To see how we both really feel about eachother." I answ ered. Nothing.     "Maybe that'd be the right thing... I mean, I wouldn't date anybody. If you didn't." Niall answered. Wow. He's feeling nothing.     "I wouldn't..." I answered, looking down. "You've thought about this too haven't you?"     "Yeah..." Niall admitted, also looking down.     "I love you, Niall." I said, looking at our hands still intertwined.     "I love you, too Rylee. But I think this is best." Niall nodded.     "Just for a while..." I said, feeling the tears coming on.     "Yeah..." Niall got up, put on a shirt and left the room.     I  just sat on his bed looking around his room at the pictures of us in the frames. I set my engagement ring on his pillow. This will be good for us. Everybody needs a break. Sometimes 2 years is a little tiring and we need a breather.     We'll be back together in no time.     No time at all.
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