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.


31. The Flight Back Home


  Next thing I know, I'm buying a plane ticket back to London. I quickly packed everything and had everything paid for. I called a cab since Niall had taken the rented car. I haven't even cried yet. Once I get to the airport, I do all of the regular things, security, bag check, yadeeyada. I grab a breakfast sandwich from one of the restraunts at the airport and go sit down by my plane gate.     While I'm eating my sandwich, I hear someone yell my name. I turn around, and I see my ex boyfriend, from like 3 years ago. I stand up and wave. He came walking over towards me.      "Hey Ry. Remember me?" he asked with a laugh.     I laughed back, "Yes Michael, I remember you." I hugged him. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.     "Oh, visiting family. I'm part Irish, didn't you know?" he said with a bad Irish accent, which made me laugh, but kind of sad at the same time, thinking about Niall... I would text him, but I still have his phone. He left without it.      "No, I did not know that." I said with a smile. "Yeah, I'm here with my... fiance." I hesitated saying fiance, since right now, I'm not sure where we stand.     "Oh, you're engaged? Congratulations. Who's the lucky guy? Do I know him?" Michael asked, completely oblivious to my hesitation.     "Uhhh, you might. His name is Niall Horan. He's in the band--"     "One Direction, right yeah. That's really cool. Being engaged to a famous guy and all. What's your seat number?" he asked, referring to my seat on the plane.     "Uhm," I looked at my plane ticket. "A21. What about you?" I asked him.     Michael laughed. "Wow, A22."     I laughed, "What a coincidence!"     "At least I don't have to sit with some creep like I did on the flight over here." Michael said. "Unless you have changed remarkably since I last saw you."     "No no, I'm still the same Rylee. With less drugs and drinking." I said with a smile.     "Good, I'm glad you got help." Michael said, smiling back.     "Me too."     "Flight 69 to London boarding." The lady over the intercom said.     Michael & I both started laughing because she said 69. Mature, right? I know. Michael and I both walked onto the plane and found our seats.     "Hey, I forgot to ask you. Where is your fiance, anyway?" Michael asked.     "Uh, well... I found some texts on his phone from his ex girlfriend and he went and saw her, lied to me about it, then confessed he kissed her this morning. So I really don't want to see him right now. So I decided the best thing to do would be to leave. I'll face him when he gets home." I explained to Michael.     "Wow. That really sucks, I'm sorry Rylee. I hope everything turns out okay. It's good to see you happy." Michael said to me with a smile.      "It's good to see me happy, too." I smiled back. Before I knew it, we were already landing in London. This flight flew by quickly, pun intended. I got off the plane and exchanged numbers with Michael and got a cab and went home. I checked the mail and went inside.      Inside there were a dozen roses sitting on the kitchen table. I went over to see them and there was a card inside. "Come Upstairs -N." I went upstairs confused and went in my room.      I see Niall standing with a teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and more roses. I just look at him.     "I know this won't make it better. But hey, you fucked my bestfriend and got pregnant. I think I deserve to be forgiven." Niall smiled and handed me the gifts.     I smiled back. "Yeah. I forgive you, only because I did fuck your bestfriend and got pregnant. What kind of chocolate is this?" I asked, opening the lid.     "Peanut Butter and chocolate. Your favorite." Niall said with another smile.     "Oh good. You do know how to treat me." I walked over and gave him a light kiss. "Now if you ever do that again, we gonna have some probs."     "I know. Believe me, it won't happen again. She's gotten to be a pretty bad kisser." Niall said.     "How did you get home before me?" I asked. "I got the only flight they had today."     Niall nodded. "Oh, I know. I rented a jet. Go big or go home. Well. I went home... But you know what I mean." I laughed.     "Yes, I know what you mean. Now come here. I can't eat all of these chocolates buy myself. And why the hell did you buy 2 dozen roses? I can barely keep fish alive." I told him.     "That's why they're fake baby." he said with a smile and a kiss on my cheek.     "Smart man." I said and began eating my chocolates. I decided to hand him back his phone.     "Now that you've gone through my text messages, let me go through yours." Niall said and put his hand out. I turned my phone on and put it in his hand. Once it was turned on, I got a message from Michael and Niall read it allowed.     "Nice to have company on the flight home. Great seein u again. Lets see eachother again soon. Once u got that cheating fiance outta ur life. xx mike."     "Who's Mike?" he asked me with a wink.     "Shutup. He's an ex boyfriend from like 3 years ago. He happened to be at the airport at the same time with me and we happened to be right next to eachother on the flight. No big deal." I explained.     "And this cheating fiance you have. Did you happen to mention you fucked his best friend and got pregnant?" Niall added.     "No." I stretched out the 'o' in 'no'. "But that's not important."     Niall set the stuffed animal and chocolates on the bedside table and got ontop of me. "Not important, huh?" He smiled and kissed me deeply.     And your mind can wander off and think whatever it'd like on what we did after.      But we had sex.
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