Stay with me..

Niall Horan and Skye Lincoln think they're lives are perfect. Up in till one day an accident ruins it all. But are they strong enough to get through it?


8. ~8~

Niall’s P.O.V

“I’ve missed you.” Not as much as I’ve missed you, not as much as I’ve been worried that you’d die, and that I’d be alone again, that I’d never wake up next to you. “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed you.” I smile at her. And say nothing else as we both drift off to sleep.

“What are you doing on my phone?” I shout at Skye angrily. “Who the hell is Megan?” She yelled back “A friend from school.” I reply honestly. “So you put ‘I love you’ ‘can’t wait to see you’ ‘missing you’ to a friend? You don’t even put that to me your girlfriend.” “Actually, you know what? Don’t even bother making a dumb excuse, I hate you!” “Megan put those things to me. Look what I put back? ‘I love Skye’ and yeah, ‘I miss you’ but she’s my friend. I haven’t seen her for 6 months!” She scanned through my phone quickly again and looked up at me apologetically. “I’m sorry Niall, I didn’t realize. I don’t hate you, I hate what I thought you did.”  “Do you know what hurts the most? It’s that you don’t trust me.”

I woke up panicking and shaking. “Niall? What’s happened?” Skye asked gently, “Can we never ever fall out again?” I say childishly. “Never ever.” She smiled at me “Now, go back to sleep babe.” She said yawning loudly and closing her eyes.

*1 Month Later*

Skye’s P.O.V

“Can you come to the interview babe?” Niall asked looking up from his cereal, I was about to reply when my stomach turned. “I-‘’ I start to speak, but feel like I’m about to throw up so I run to the bathroom. “Skye, what’s up?” Niall said running after me. I try to talk, but throw up in the sink, Niall grabbed my hair and stroked my back, and then I was sick again. About 40 minutes later, I had had a shower and was clean and felt lots better, “Skye, we need to see. a doctor, he said if anything like this happened we should see him straight away.” Niall said “But I feel fine now. And you’ve got that interview.” I say honestly. “I’ve already told the boys they should do it without me and they understood. Please?” He looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. “Fine, if you insist.” I moaned “I do” He winked at me, making me laugh.

*3 Days Later*

Niall and I sat on the chairs in my doctor’s office, and we were about to receive my test results from the tests I took after I was sick 3 days ago. I was nervous, but I tried not to show it, I tried to be strong in front of Niall, I didn’t want him to worry. “It’s going to be fine babe.” Niall said and put on a fake smile, and held my hand. Then the doctor came in. “Hello Miss Lincoln and Mr Horan.” The doctor said sitting down “Did you.. get the results?” I spoke up nervously. “Yes we did” “And? Is it bad news? What’s happened?” Niall started panicking, so I held his hand tighter. “There’s really no need to worry.” I sighed in relief “But there is something you need to know, you Miss Lincoln – you're pregnant. You’re 7 weeks along.” I gasped, pregnant… again? I heard Niall gasp too; I wasn't sure how to feel, happy? Scared? Worried I’d miscarry, or give birth to a still born again? A tear slipped from my eye, just thinking about our baby. But I quickly wiped it before anyone noticed. “What if… this time, it doesn't survive again?” I ask nervously “Well, that is a possibility, but that will always be the case. Many women have been in your situation and gone on to have 3 or 4 more children.” I looked at Niall, it was hard to tell how he felt -until he started to smile. “Well that’s.. good news. Thank you doctor.”

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