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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50. Picnic in Bed

 

*A/N*(Okay, this is the last A/N I'm putting in today. But I was curious and looked at the 'Most Popular Stories of the Month' and my story is #12!!" Oh my God guys. And the fact that this story isn't even 2 weeks old. You guys are amazing. I love you all so fucking much. This is just... Wow. I seriously was like 'Eh, I'm bored. I'm gonna write a fanfic.' I never in a billion years thought people would like it this much. You guys have just made my entire year!!! Ahhhh!!! K. Now to the story ;} )   1 week Later.     I just had my surgery 4 days ago. I'm on bed-rest at Danielle & Jamie's and I can't do anything. I'm not even allowed to be picked up... I never wanted to be picked up more in my entire fucking life. My phone vibrated and I reached over to grab it.     A voicemail from Niall. Huh. Why didn't he just call me? Whatever. I listen to it and it was not what I was expecting.     I hear him cough. "Yeah, it's recording. No shutup Zayn."     "VAS HAPPENING?!?!?!" I hear Zayn yell in his silly accent.     I smile at the sound of both of their voices.     "Bro, really? My recording." I hear Niall walk somewhere. "Hey Ry. Sorry about that. I was just leaving this to tell you that I hope you're feeling better. I couldn't come to your surgery because I was busy with tour rehearsals. We all miss you here and we'll see you next week on your birthday. Okay. See you." and I hear the voicemail lady.  Shit. My birthday is next week. Wow. I seriously didn't remember. Usually I'm counting down the days until my birthday, but not this year. I've been having too much on my mind.     Niall and I haven't been talking much. I've been texting Harry a lot more though. They aren't flirty nasty texts. Friend texts.      In fact, he just texted me.     "heey :) how u feelin? get niall's vm? xxx"     "yea i did.it was cute. tell em i miss em too. and much better. the meds im on rly help hehe :) xx"     "dont be overdoin it young lady. ima come over later if thats ok? :)"     "yeah of course. ive been needing new company. ;) xx"     "lol i'll be over around noon. i'll bring lunch. we can have a picnic in bed. :)"     "sounds good :) just no caffeine."     "right. i'll be there soon. xx"     I  don't like Harry. I love Niall. But Niall is definitely not interested in me anymore. He's been hanging around his ex. Lovely ol' Ali. I don't even care though. If he doesn't care enough to show a bit of remorse for our breaking up, I don't care if he hangs out with that slut.     Okay, I care a little.     After about a half hour, I hear somebody walk in and knock on my bedroom door.     "Come in." I yelled and in walked Danielle.     "Hey babe. Need anything?" She asked.     "Nah. Just some medicine. And a cigarette if you have one." I smiled at her.     "Oh God. More Ali shit?" Danielle asked, sitting on my bed.     "No. I was just thinking about it. Why doesn't he care more that we're broken up? Listen to this voicemail he was obviously forced to send. You can hear in his voice he doesn't care." I pressed my phone up against Danielle's ear and she listened to the voicemail.     "Wow. Zayn is so odd." Danielle laughed which made me laugh.     "Yeah I know. But did you hear Niall's voice? He so did not want to be making that message." I said, making the subject back to Niall.     "Babe... Maybe you should move on..." Danielle looked at me with sad eyes. "Everybody loves Niall & you together... But things are so rough with you both."     "I know... Harry is coming over in about an hour for lunch. We'll see how things go then." Danielle got off my bed and kissed my forehead.     "You are one brave bitch." I smiled and she walked away.     I played on my phone until my door was knocked on again.     "Come in." I said, and this time Harry walked in carrying a basket. I smiled at him and sat up.     "I come with lunch." he sat the picnic basket on the floor and sat down on the bed.     "Thanks, Harry." I smiled again and kissed his cheek.     " No problem. So what kind of sandwich do you want? Turkey or chicken?" he asked, pulling the basket onto his lap.     "Uh... Chicken." He handed me the chicken with a plate and handed me a decaffinated tea. I drank some of the tea and took a bite of my sandwich.     "How have you been feeling?" Harry asked before taking a bite out of his own turkey sandwich.     I nodded. "Good, good. The medicine is really working. I should be able to walk in 2 weeks." I said after swallowing my bite.     "That's great. So what about you & Niall? Anything about that?" Harry asked, sipping on his tea.     "I really don't even know. He's been hanging out with Ali lately, and there was a picture on twitter of them very closely hugging. It's only been a week. He doesn't need to be this close with a girl already." I took a bite again and listened to Harry.     "Ali has slept over, Rylee. The night you left, Ali came. She's been staying at the pad for a couple of days. The reason why Niall couldn't make it to your surgery was because he was out at the bar with Ali..." Harry confessed.     I was completely speechless.     I just looked at Harry. "Oh my God." was all I could make-out.     "You okay?" Harry leaned forward and rubbed my good knee.     "I knew deep inside of that cute Irish boy there was a scumbag." I finished the rest of my sandwich and laid down on my bed and Harry came and laid next to me.      "I'll be the first to admit, guys are douchebags. But you have to search for the good guy." Harry said looking into my eyes.     I  looked into his. "Maybe you're right."     Harry slowly intertwined his fingers in mine and I just smiled.
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