Beautiful Nightmares

Bella Tomlinson, sister of Louis Tomlinson, gets pregnant with Liam Payne's baby. No worries, right? Wrong. The next nine months is complete and utter chaos, even more so when a once loved work colleague changes his mind about Bella for the worse. Will Bella and Liam's love last long enough to see their baby together, or will Rick make sure that death does them part?


14. Changes

Liam shook me gently awake.
I shook my head.
“It’s time to get up.”
“No it’s not. It’s still the middle of the night.”
I mumbled without opening my eyes.
“It’s ten o’clock, babe.”
“Exactly. Oh shit.”
I sat up.
“I’ve got work.”
“Actually, no you don’t.”
Liam sat down beside me on the floor.
“Then why’d you wake me up?”
I tried to lie back down, acting like it was no big deal, when inside I was doing all I could to contain my joy. No work meant no Rick.
“You’ve got a doctor’s appointment to get those stiches out.”
I got up once more and ambled upstairs into the bathroom. I looked a wreck. Pale skin, chapped lips, dark bags underneath my eyes. Tears started falling from my eyes. I started at my reflection, shocked. Who was this person in the mirror? The girl looking back at me from the glass was a stranger. She wasn’t me. The only way I could identify her was by the heart shaped pendant around her neck.
I let out a distressed moan and slumped on the bathroom floor, with the tears still running down my cheeks.
“Bella, what’s up? Why are you crying?”
Liam came in and sat down beside me.
“I don’t know.”
I sobbed, smiling a watery smile.
“Mood swings, eh?”
He put his arm around me.
I giggled feebly.
“It’s frigging killing me.”
I shakily said, knuckling my eyes.
“You’ll start craving food soon.”
I blinked.
“Liam, I’m hungry.”
He sighed.
“Of course you are.”
He squeezed my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek.
“What do you want?”
Liam helped me up.
I suggested, grinning
“It’s going to be a long nine months.”
He said, taking me by the hand.
Liam fixed me a coffee and a shoved a piece of toast in the toaster.
“How long now?”
I demanded, peering at the toaster.
“Be patient, love.”
Liam smiled.
“I can’t wait that long.”
I went over to the fridge and pulled out a carrot.
“Not you too.”
Liam moaned
I said, taking a bite of the carrot.
“You’re not going to be like Louis, are you?”
I grinned, understanding what he meant.
“It’s just one carrot, dumbass.”
“It always starts with one.”
He said.
“Paranoid much?”
I asked.
He rolled his eyes and put my toast on a plate.
“What do you want on it?”
“Peanut butter.”
The words came out of my mouth at their own accord.
“Peanut butter?”
Liam turned to me with a strange look on his face. I shrugged.
“It’s a craving. I can’t help it.”
He reached for the peanut butter jar.
“Pregnancy makes you do strange things.”
Liam said.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
I said, sighing.
“How about you get changed while I do this?”
I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
I went upstairs and resumed my previous position of staring in the mirror. Hating myself. I felt like tearing my hair out. I needed to change. There were some scissors lying on the counter. I eyed them, curiously.  I needed to change, or I would go mad. Liam wouldn’t like it. He loved running his fingers through my hair. But this was my body. I seized the scissors.
I stared at the mirror. I sure looked different. I had cut my hair into a short bob that ended just above my shoulders. It sort of… suited me. It complimented my hollow cheeks, which both Louis and I had in common. It also made my blue eyes look bigger, brighter. I smiled. It was a start to the new me.
I applied my make-up differently too, applying only a small amount of eyeliner and putting on more mascara than I usually would. I put on jeans and a plain black singlet with an open red checked shirt over top, fixing the whalebone necklace around my neck.   I finished with a pair of red converse. I breathed as I came to the kitchen.
“Hey Liam?”
I called from around the corner.
“Promise not to kill me when I come in.”
I grinned and walked up to him. His back was facing me.
“This is why.”
I tapped him on the back.
It took him a second to comprehend what I meant. His gaze focused on my face.
“Oh my God!”
He yelled
“What did you do to your hair?”
“Do you like it?”
I asked
“It looks… different.”
He said.
“I was aiming for different.”
Liam smiled at me.
“You look beautiful.”
He said, kissing me on the forehead.
“Thanks. Where’s my food?”
I hungrily searched the kitchen.
Liam handed me a plate. He watched me as I ate.
“What does it feel like?”
He asked suddenly. I looked at him, surprised.
“Carrying a baby.”
I blinked several times before answering.
“I don’t know how to describe it. I feel upset, hungry, tired all at the same time. It’s exhausting, but I love it. Just the feeling of bringing a human being into the world, it’s amazing.”
I finished.
“You’re like Superwoman.”
Liam came over to me and placed his hands on top of the miniscule bump that was just starting to form.
“No I’m not. Nearly all woman in the world go through this.”
“But you’ve got to put up with all the paparazzi and shit.”
“So did Pink and Kate Middleton and Beyoncé when they had their kids.”
“I guess you’re right.”
He kissed me on the cheek.
“Come on, we’ll be late for your appointment. We’re going to visit Harry afterwards as well.”
I hissed as the doctors removed the stitching from my arm.
“It’s ok. There’s only two more to do.”
The nurse reassured me as she pulled out more. I gripped the bed hard. Liam was behind me, massaging my shoulders.
“Just breathe, babe.”
He whispered.
“All done.”
The doctor announced.
“Thank god.”
I jumped down from the bed.
“Let’s go!”
I said, running out into the corridor.
“Bells, wait up.”
Liam came after me. He took my hand.
“Where are you going?”
He asked.
“The cafeteria. I’m frigging starving.”
“You’re worse than Niall! Come on then.”
We had a race down the hallway, ignoring the nurses warning not to run in the corridors.
I ran around a corner and collided with somebody coming the opposite way.
“Oh god, I’m so sor-“
It was Louis.
“What are you doing here?”
I asked as he helped me up.
“Visiting Harry.”
He said.
“Uh, yeah, us too.”
I lied, feeling it would be rude to say I had forgotten about Harry and was simply going to get myself something to eat.
“Of course you were. Holy shit, Bella! What’d you do to you hair?”
I grinned.
“I cut it.”
“What happened?”
Liam came rushing around the bend, bowling over Louis and I.
“You are a moron.”
I said, shoving Louis’s feet out of my face.
“We’ve been trying to tell you that since you met him.”
Louis said, rolling his eyes.
“Shut up Louis.”
Liam said, punching my brother in the arm.
I got up and offered my hand to Liam. Liam groaned as he stood up. Louis stayed on the floor.
“Aren’t you going to help me up?”
He demanded, crossing his arms.
“What do you think Liam?”
I asked, smirking.
“I don’t know.”
Liam pretended to consider it.
“Let’s not. Leave him for the cleaners.”
“Good idea.”
We started to walk away.
“Suit yourself.”
We heard Louis call from behind us.
“You don’t know where Harry’s room is.”
Liam and I stopped our tracks.
“He’s got us this time.”
Liam grinned. Louis imitated my earlier facial expression, smirking in a smug manner as we came back over to him, holding his hands out. We tugged him up with much more force than necessary.
“Take it easy. You’re nearly pulling my arms out of their sockets.”
Louis complained.
I said, hitting him over the head.
“Follow me.”
Harry was lying in a bed with a bandage over half his head, Lola on one side of him and Eleanor on the other. Ri and Niall sat at the foot of his bed, as did Perrie and Zayn. Harry smiled when he saw us.
“Come, join the party.”
He said, croakily.
“How ya doing, mate?”
Liam asked, crouching down beside Lola.
“Good thanks.”
Harry said. He turned to look at me.
“Loving the hair, Bella.”
I grinned and kissed him on the cheek.
“She cut it this morning.”
Liam said, pretending to be mad with me.
“Without my consent.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Who are you, my father?”
“More or less.”
He smirked.
“Shut up you two.”
El said sternly.
“Your hair looks lovely by the way, Bella.”
“Thank you.”
I said, smiling triumphantly.
“See Liam? El likes it.”
“When are you getting out?”
Liam asked Harry, choosing to ignore my last comment.
“Sometime this afternoon.”
Harry answered vaguely.
“Turned out it was a concussion.”
Zayn said.
“But he’s fine now.”
Lola gave Harry’s hand a squeeze.
“Well, I’ve got to get back to work.”
Lola stood up.
“See ya, Curly. Coming girls?”
She turned to Eleanor, Perrie and I.
“Come on, let’s give Harry and the boys some alone time.”
I kissed Liam goodbye.
“Pick you up at four.”
He said.
“Got it.”
“Hey, what about Ri?”
Perrie turned to face the girl standing next to Niall.
“Do you want to come with us?”
She asked kindly. Ri looked somewhat relieved, and gladly followed us out the door.
“Whose car are we taking?”
“Mine’s too small.”
Lola said, in an almost embarrassed manner.
“Niall and I took a taxi.”
Ri said.
“I’ll drive.”
I offered, walking around the back of the hospital to get the car.
I was ambushed immediately. They surged forward, surrounding me. Paparazzi. I screamed for help, but nobody heard me over the ruckus the photographers were making.
One demanded, flashing his camera in my face.
“Just one photo for the evening news.”
Another one begged.
“Give us an interview!”
A woman pleaded, with a touch of desperation in her tone.
“I said smile!”
El came around the corner, stopping in her tracks when she saw the photographers.
“Oh my god!”
She started fighting her way towards me.
Perrie, Lola and Ri followed her, freezing also when they laid eyes on the crowd that surrounded us.
I shouted, but it was too late. The other three girls were forced into the middle of the circle.
“This is perfect!”
One of the paparazzi exclaimed, snapping photos of the five of us huddled together.
“Perrie, love, why don’t you tell us about your baby?”
Another one of them said.
“How about no!”
She snapped back, protectively cradling her abdomen. I looked down worriedly at my own stomach, now protruding slightly over the waistband of my jeans. They appeared not to notice.
“Hey, this one’s new!”
A man said, pointing at Lola. Perrie, El, Ri and I shielded a surprised Lola from them.
“Fresh meat.”
One said, jokingly.
“That’s all you damn well think about!”
Ri angrily burst out.
“Let us go!”
Eleanor demanded.
They didn’t move back, but closed in on us even more.
Perrie screamed desperately. Lola looked traumatized.
An angry shout sounded from somewhere outside the mob.
“Get away from them!”
The speaker had a distinct Irish accent.
“Niall? Niall help!”
Ri shouted for her boyfriend.
“What’s going on?”
Another person joined.
El and I both cried simultaneously.
“Perrie? Hold on baby!”
It was Zayn. Perrie collapsed on her knees in relief.
“They better not have Bella in there.”
I almost cried, hearing Liam’s voice.
The boys, pushed apart the photographers, trying to get to us. Finally, I was there, in his arms. Liam held me close to his body, kissing me on the top of the head. He didn’t let go of me as we fought to get out of the mob together.
“Are you alright?”
He asked, as soon as we got to the car, pulling me into another hug.
“I am now.”
I murmured into his chest, the steady beat of his heart soothing me. I never wanted to let him go.


Sorry I haven't been posting :( I had school camp where I fell out of a tree and sprained my fucking elbow..ouchhhhhh but I'm ok now and I'm glad to say I'm writing a new Movella! It's the prequel to Niall and Ri's love story, how they met etc etc

Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, I love you all


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