Just Love Me Already

Olivia and Niall were a happy couple, that is until one text message threatened to ruin both of their lives forever. Drastic decisions, second chances, backstabbing lies and doing the unthinkable all occurs between what the world thinks of as "the power couple." But, we will see that how one word can change a persons life forever.


51. JLMA Ch. 49

JLMA Ch. 49

I couldn't fall asleep, even with Niall's protective arms holding me close to him. I turned away from watching Niall contently sleep and glanced at the clock behind him. It was 5:30 in the morning. As I attempted to wriggle free of Niall's grip, his arms tightened and pulled me closer to him. I felt his light snore vibrate through his chest which emanated onto my backside. I rethought and strategized as to how to break his tight grip. I slightly shook his shoulder with one hand until his eyes began to struggle as he slowly tried to open them. "Niall babe can you let go, I have to pee." I gushed. His arms loosely let go and I sprung out of bed, watching as he drifted off once again, still snoring lightly into his pillow. I crept out the bedroom door and opened up his laptop. I googled the names Chatlotte and Harry Styles and soon enough I found her last name. As I continued my research, I found her address and fumbled for my keys as I realized it was a little over 45 minutes away. I tip toed back into our bedroom and flicked on the walk-in-closet's light. I quickly stripped down and put on a pare of skinny jeans, a t-shirt (and for some reason) a marshmallow jacket. I tossed on a beanie and some sneakers and exited the closet. I skidded a stop in front of our bed and walked over to Niall, planting a soft kiss on his lips. He moaned and rolled over, fisting the sheets in his hands as he laid on his stomach. I quietly shut the bedroom door and grabbed my purse, laptop, keys, phone and the map quest directions. I headed in the direction of the address that my car navigator guided me to, besides taking a detour to Starbucks. I eventually pulled up to a building known as St. Marie's Home for Single Mothers. I sat in my car with the heater on until I gained enough courage to walk inside. I pushed through the heavy glass doors and shyly walked up to the front desk. "Miss, how may I help you?" A rather large woman with too much blush on asked me. "Oh hi, I'm looking for a Charlotte James?" I said fumbling over my words as I read them off of a piece of paper. "Oh yes, she doesn't regularly take visitors but we can go check." I nodded my head. And followed the large woman down a short hallway. The receptionist opened the door slightly, "Charlotte? Abby?" I heard small little footsteps shuffle against the floor and soon I was greeted by a little girl, only three or four. "Mommy!" She squealed and pushed back her voluminous brown curls. She sucked her thumb and her green eyes peered up at me. She was soon joined by who could only be Charlotte. She was very beautiful and rather young, probably around my age maybe a bit older. She looked me up and down and wrapped a protective arm around Abby. "Um Judith, who is this?" She asked slightly rudely. "Well miss Charlotte she asked for you at our front desk." "Sorry, I came to ask you questions about my old friend of mine..." "Judith, Abby is rather tired and I am too but thanks for stopping by." She said and began to shut the door. "Questions about my friend, Harry Styles." I whimpered. The door flung open and Charlotte yanked me inside. She pressed me up against the door and then looked down to a frightened Abby. "Abby go play with your toys, mommy will be there soon." Abby obediently nodded and wobbled across the room to her toy bin. Charlotte then turned her attention back to me. "How do you know Harry Styles?" She clenched her teeth. I stood there in fear as her grip around my wrist tightened. "I- Uh- I am Niall's girlfriend, Olivia." I forced out of my mouth. "So your the one who got knocked up just like me huh?" She said letting go of me and sitting me down on the couch. "Not exactly." I mumbled. "Management made me fake it." I added. Charlotte's mouth formed an 'o' shape. "I had met Harry in a club, and then that night we went back to his place and then a couple months later he was told that he was going to be a father." I sighed. "I'm aware of that too." Charlotte's body position became clearly uncomfortable. "He left me, after I told him. And he gave me money so that I wouldn't tell anyone." Tears brimmed on the edge of her water line. "He then sent me here." She added and coughed. "So Abby is three?" I asked unsure. "Almost three." Charlotte said smiling. She then looked back to me curiously. "Why are you here?" She asked, taking a sip from her tea. "I want you to talk to Harry." I mumbled. She laughed uncontrollably at the subject. "I'm never going to visit that bloke!" She laughed again. I decided to make the circumstances more serious. "Harry raped me." I stuttered. Charlotte immediately stopped laughing and rested a hand on my knee. "He raped me because I reminded him of you." I whispered. She withdrew her hand and placed it in her own lap. "Olivia, I'm so sorry. Were you seeing Niall at the time?" I nodded and said, "It threatened to destroy the whole band. Things are still a bit rocky between him and Niall." I told her. She sighed and admired how Abby was tentatively taking care of her Barbie. "Olivia, I don't think now is a good time to see Harry, but I'll consider it." She told me and stood up holding open the door. "I'm sorry about what he did to you, you're welcome back any time if you need someone to talk to." She said. "Thank you and bye Abby!" I said and waved. She smiled through her mop of curls covering her eyes. I looked back up to Charlotte. "She looks a lot like her dad." I whispered. "Too much sometimes." She said and shut the door.
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