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.


52. We Are Truly Meant To Be


*A/N*(Hey guys, I'm about to start a WHOLE new story. Not a sequel. I will do a sequel to 'Stuck Between 2 Daddy's', but not til later. But after this chapter, I'm going to be putting a bunch more attention onto the other one. I hope you guys like it, because I made this story up about 4 years ago and never wrote it. And I made it for 'Niley' if you remember them. Aha. Okay bye.)     "Get out. You come to my house when you know I'm still vulnerable and tell me you want to date other people. So get out." I said to Niall.      Niall got up, "Rylee..."     "What?" I asked, angrily. "If you even say you want to stay friends, get the fuck out and don't you dare think of coming back."     Niall just walked out the door without a word. Wow. Ass. Hole. I looked at Harry and he had his arms wide, ready for a hug.     I ran into the awaiting hug and hugged him so tight and started crying. He rubbed my back. "He'll be back... I promise you he'll be back." Harry coo-ed in my ear.     I felt my phone vibrate and I pulled it out of my pocket, text message from Niall.     "come outside. please. xx"      I showed it to Harry, he shrugged and helped me outside.     I was looking around for Niall when I see him pull up in a 1969 SS Camaro...     I just look at him. "What the..." was all I could make-out.     Niall gets out of the car. "I bought this for you. They couldn't get all of the damage out of your vandalized one. So..."      I just smiled and shook my head. "I can't accept this. It's too much. I'll pay you back." I pulled my wallet out of my pocket before Niall pushed my hand down.     "Want to know how you'll pay me back?" he asked. I nodded.     "A date. I was so lying when I said I wanted to date other people. I honestly just wanted to see your reaction to it. Babe, I love you and only you." Niall said, wiping away some of my leftover tears.     "That was a dick move." I replied, holding his hands, completely ignoring Harry now.     "I know... I'm sorry." Niall did his famous, little boy smile and kissed me. I hadn't been kissed in over a week. I smiled through the kiss and pulled away.     "I'll go on a date with you." I smiled and I started hopping to the car. "But I'm driving." I looked back at Harry. "Oh, God Harry. I forgot..."     "No No. It's fine. I gotta go Skype Miranda anyway... I'll uh, see you around." Harry walked awkwardly to his car. But at the time, I didn't really care. I was so happy to be back with Niall. I got in the driver's seat and it felt so good to have my hands on the wheel once again.     Niall got in the passenger side and kissed my cheek. "God, I missed you so much." he said, rubbing my hand in the middle console.    "I missed you too babe." I smiled and kissed his cheek back and started the car. I decided to go to a Chinese restraunt.     Everybody loves Chinese.     We pulled in and Niall helped me out of the car, since it was still very hard to walk. We got put at a table and we ordered our food. We played footsie underneath the table and smiled at eachother from across the table.     "I have one more thing to give you." Niall announced.     "Niall, I don't want anything else." I said, sighing.    He went through his pockets and pulled out the engagement ring that I left on his pillow. He set it in the middle of the table.     "I don't know if you want to be engaged still or be dating." Niall said, looking at the ring.     I pulled the ring over to me from the middle of the table.      "How can I not want to be engaged? I mean, damn the rock on this thing is gorgeous." I laughed and put it back on my finger where it will stay until my wedding day.     NIall held my hands, leaned over across the table and kissed me.     We are truly meant to be.
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