I'm pregnant.

Stella is starting in her new life in Homes Chapel and she meets a very special person on the plane that changes everything for her. But then she catches up with another person on the plane. Could this mean that she starts her new life with giving birth to another life? Would he accept her and the baby?


22. The Morning After With A Slight Head Pounding *Niall's POV*

           I wake up in bed but not alone. I had a pounding in my head like crazy. Hangover and I know it. She looked vaguely familiar. She was in one of my shirts. Did I nail her? She came with a massive plate of food. She place a cup of orange juice on the table of the side of my bed. I lean up slowly. She smiled. She had a really pretty smile. I rubbed my eye but it was throbbing like crazy. What the hell happened last night? 
         "I'd get some ice for those eyes," She said more in a whisper. She quickly got up and left. I jumped out of bed and ran to the restroom. Two black-eyes! Two! What the fuck happened? She returned.
        "Here" she handed me a small bag of ice. I realised I had not said a word to her and the saddest part is that I don't even know her name. All I remember is asking the waitress for another round of drinks. 
         "Erm. Good morning." I say as I give a slight laugh as I put the ice of my eye. 
          "Good morning. You probably don't remember anything that happened last night. Well I'm Brenda and I'll just filling gaps of what happened last night." I smiled scared of what she was going to say. We head back to the room and we sat on the bed. She gave me more than enough detail of what happened between Sam Tommy Harry Stella and I. 
           "So when they left. You were left toppled on the counter asking for more drinks. I walked over and introduced myself. You kept hitting on me and well I decided to take you home. You passed out in the car and nothing happened I laid you on the bed and I hope you don't mind but I changed into one of your shirt because you had a little accident. So my clothes are in the wash." 
      She had these pretty brown eyes. She had short dirty blond hair. She wasn't gorgeous but she was something that would catch your eye but then my mind went off. Could she be a major fan? How does she know where I live?
      "Brenda? Erm. How-Wha-You laid me on my bed?" I said. I had so many questions that needed to be answered.
        "Oh. No!" She laughed. She didn't have a loud laugh nor a small one. "I had one of your bodyguards help me. I lied and said I was a family friend. You were completely off it. You were bloody lost!" She said. She wasn't whispering anymore. She spoke and every time she said something she'd end it with a smile. I loved it. 
          "What time is it?" I asked her. 
           She reaches for her phone and says "4 PM" I was shocked. This girl. A random girl in my room from a bar was talking to me for at least 5 hours already! We had a lot more in common than I actually thought. The sun from the windows lit her hair and she looked so beautiful. I'm having an actual conversation with a girl and having this actually go somewhere. Maybe the odds are in my favour. 
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