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?


6. I'm not Sick

~~I woke up late. I mean really late. Even Liam was out of bed, and everyone knows he's not a morning person. I stretched, pulling the covers tighter around my body.  I sighed, knowing that I would have to get up sooner or later. I threw on a pair of artfully ripped denim shorts and a plain, white crop-top that showed my stomach then proceeded to make my way to the breakfast bar.
Liam and Louis were already there, surrounded by a couple of girls.
So much for thinking the fans wouldn't find us here. I sat down next to him, feeling the weight on my shoulders as he put his arm around me.
"You’re Bella!”
One of them said
"Sure am." I kissed Liam on the cheek.
“I’m Zali.”
She said, extending her hand and smiling.
“I just want to congratulate you personally on your marriage Louis!”
“Thanks love.”
Louis smiled at her.
“And you two, on your engagement!”
She turned to Liam and I.
“You guys are amazing!”
“Thanks Zali.”
Liam smiled.
“Do you want an autograph love?”
Louis asked
“Yes please!”
Liam and Louis smiled, signing her shirt.
“Thank you so much!”
She ran off, followed by her friends.
“I liked her.”
Louis said, a smile still on his face.
“She was a sweetheart.”
“She was wasn’t she? Go get changed, we’re going kayaking.”


"Yeah! We've been sitting on our asses for the last three weeks, it's time we did something physical!

I sighed.
“You can. I’m going back to bed with El.”
Louis got up and left.
“Me too.”
Liam caught my arm.
“Please babe.”
He begged, sticking out his lower lip.
"I can't be bothered Liam. Going all the way upstairs. That’s like climbing mount Everest.”
I yawned, and fell backwards into his lap.
 “If I fall in, who cares?"
I was teasing him now
"Me, because I'm the one that has to haul your retarded ass back into the boat when your shorts start dragging you under."
He began tickling me.
“Liam stop it!”
I giggled.
“Only if you go get changed.”
“Fine! Just stop tickling me!”
Liam released me with a smirk and kissed me on the cheek.
“Go, shoo.”
He shoved me off his lap.
I trudged back into the resort, tracking sand all over the lobby. To hell with the cleaners. Everything is so tidy around here it'll be nice to give them something to do.

I stuffed the key into the lock, throwing it down on the unmade bed. Typical. Looks like the cleaners got so bored that they stuffed the hotel all together.

I pulled on some board shorts, then bent over to get the key. My stomach suddenly lurched. I sprinted to the bathroom, making it just in time.

"Oh God." I murmured, wiping the vomit away from my mouth. Why had I been sick? I was perfectly fine! And it was thirty degrees outside, not exactly the type of weather you'd expect to catch a cold in. Wait. Could it- no! I'm being stupid. It's not.

I got to the beach with two minutes to spare.
"Where's everybody else?"
I asked, looking around.
"Out on the water. Except for Niall and Ri. I think they're behind the boat house."
I heard a series of shrieks, followed by Ri screaming.
"Niall stop it!"

"Lighten up Ri!"  Came Niall’s voice, they came out from their hiding place, holding hands.
Ri reddened when she saw us, a blush creeping up her neck.

"Did you...?"
She trailed off, shying away behind Niall.

"We just got here, love. Didn't see a thing!"
Liam put his hands up trying to look innocent.

"Don't care anyways! Come on Ri!"
Said Niall, pulling on Ri's arm.

"There is no way I'm getting in that boat. I hate boats, big or small and you know that."
Ri folded her arms over her chest.

"Aw, come on, babe. It'll be no fun without you."
Niall pouted.


"I'll make you get in then!"
He grabbed her, carrying her bridal style across the sand to where the kayak sat.

"Niall James Horan put me down this instant!"
Ri screamed, but she had a huge grin plastered over her face. Niall placed her gently on the kayak.

"There. You're in the boat. I'm going to push it into the water now."

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare!"

"Calm down baby."

"I will not!"

"This could go on for a while."
Liam murmured in my ear, pulling me towards our kayak.

"Yeah." I willingly followed him.

The water was clear, coral visible below the surface.

"We should do something like this for our wedding."
Liam said, staring forward out to sea.

“I’m sunburnt enough already and I don’t fancy looking like a tomato for my wedding day.”

Liam chuckled softly, and then fell silent.

There was an awkward silence, with the only sound being the splashing of our paddles as they hit the water. My stomach churned again.

"Shit. Liam, I'm going to be sick! Pull over!"

"It's a kayak, not a car! I can't pull over!"

"Just get to land!"

I mumbled, hand covering mouth. He acted quickly, paddling the kayak over to the nearest island.


"Shut up for a second!"

I sprinted from the beach to a bush, throwing up over the leaves.

"Bells, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure-"

"Drop it! I said I was fine."

"Is everything ok?"

Harry had pulled his kayak onto the beach, coming over to us. I put on a fake smile.

"All good."

"No it's not."
Liam put his arms around me.
"You need to see a doctor."

"Who needs to see a doctor?"

Zayn and Perrie emerged from the surf, drenched.

"We fell in."
Perrie explained before I could ask, wringing out her currently bright purple ponytail. The water didn’t help her appearance. It gave her a slightly bedraggled impression.

"Bella does. She was sick."

Harry laughed.
"Unless it's malaria, you won't catch anything in this weather."

Liam looked like he would have a heart attack.

"It could be some foreign disease!"

"It's not! I'm fine!"

"I don't think you vomit when you get malaria anyway, Harry."

Zayn put in, struggling out of his soaking t-shirt.

"Shut it Zayn!"
Liam took me by my wrist, telling me to lie down in the kayak.

"We're towing you back to land. You haven't got the strength to paddle."

"Excuse me, but I managed to get here alright. And who are you going with then?"

"Harry and I will tow one side of you and Zayn and Perrie will tow the other."

I took Liam’s hands.

"Baby, I love you and I know you care about me, but I think you're over reacting a bit."

"Better safe than sorry."

I saw a ghost of a smile before it disappeared, replaced by that solemn, worried expression.

"I'm not taking any chances. Now get in the boat."

Chapter 7 1643
Coming Home

"Thank you for wasting two hours of my life that I will never get back."

I dumped my purse on the bed, turning to face Liam with my arms crossed in front of me.

"I'm sorry. I was just worried."

"It's ok to be worried. But why couldn't you just take my word for it?"

"I thought it was..."

Liam stopped, noticing my stricken expression. He didn't need to finish the sentence.

"Well I'm not. I'm perfectly fine."

"It's just we-"

"I know what we did. And we had protection."


Liam grabbed me around the waist.

"Do you want to start packing?"

I held on to his arms, closing my eyes.

"No. Let’s just stay here for a while."

"I wasn't about to let go anyway."

We lay in silence, while he traced patterns on my back.
“I love you so much Bells, you know that right?”
“You remind me every five minutes. How could I forget?”
“I’ll always be there.”
“You can count on me like 1,2,3…”
I sung softly.
“I’ll be there.”

Liam kissed my cheek and then released me, running his fingers through his hair.

"London here we come. No more privacy."

"Screaming fans everywhere you go."

I said, folding one of his t-shirts and placing it in the suitcase.

"Don't remind me."

"Get used to it."

I heard him sigh from across the room.

"No more time with you. I mean, just us."

"I know."

I felt him grab me again.

"We could just hide. You know, purposely miss our flight. Stay here forever."

Liam pulled me backwards onto the bed.

"Liam, you've barely got through three weeks without Wi-Fi and your precious twitcams, how are you going to survive forever without it?"

"Point taken."

He moved to get up.

"Stay. Please."

Liam kissed my cheek. I held onto him, head on chest. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, soothing me. I fingered my necklace. Everything was fine. The doctor had said nothing was wrong. It wasn't malaria. It wasn't the flu. And it defiantly wasn't a baby.


Pain. Extraordinary pain. Bright lights shining in my eyes. Sweat and tears mingling with each other, sliding down my cheeks. My nails burying themselves in someone's hand. Someone else, a nurse maybe, telling me to keep breathing. Everything else in a haze. I could just feel that excruciating pain, in between my legs.

There was blood. A lot of blood. All over the bed, spreading over my thighs. A sudden burst of pain, worse than before. Then crying. Oh no. Someone came out of the haze. Over to me. And they had something in their arms. Something pink and slimy and covered in blood... I focused on Liam, wincing as I squeezed his hand. His face was grave, eyes sad. His mouth moved, but made no sound. He did it again. His voice was faint, but I could still hear it.

"Why Bella...why?"

"I couldn't help-"

But Liam started dissolving into the mist again, with only the...thing in the nurse’s arms still clearly visible. It reached out for me.


I shrieked.

It was Liam again, coming into view once more.

"Bells, wake up."

"I'm trying...I really am..."

Now the hospital room vanished, everything spinning and the baby's last words still playing in my head like a stuck CD player. "Mama...mama."

Liam looked down on me.


"You were screaming."

"No I wasn't."

"Yes. You were screaming."

I looked around at the alarmed faces of the passengers around me, shaking my head.

"What time is it?"

Liam squinted at his watch.

"I think it's about five in the morning."

"No point getting back to sleep now. We land in half an hour, right?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Shut up. Please. Shush."

Louis mumbled from beside me, curled into a ball with his legs tucked underneath him.

"Sorry Lou."

I gave him a pat on the arm. Liam was staring at me.

"You're sweating."


"Sweat. It's all over your face."


"What was that dream about again?"

"Man eating zombies."
I lied
"No it wasn't."

"Yes. They killed Louis and ate his brain!"

"What brain?"

"I heard that."

Louis mumbled, hair sticking up in all directions.

"It's a fact!"

"Liam, if I had no brain, I wouldn't have the smarts to restrain myself from jamming you in the overhead locker and leaving you there until we got to London."

Liam stuck his tongue out at Louis and moved over in his seat. He put his arm around me.

"I though you said they had stopped."

"Liam, they’re just dreams. They don’t mean anything to me or anyone else."

He gave me a look.

"Who do you think you're fooling?"

I sighed.
"Obviously not you."

"Or anybody else."
Harry joined the conversation, whispering from across the aisle.

"I'm going back to sleep."
I said.

"Not this time."
Liam grabbed me by the shoulders, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"Bella. Tell us now."

I bit my lip.

"Later. Please."

Harry looked sympathetic, but Liam still stayed cold, never releasing his grip on me.

"Please Liam."
I begged.

Liam's hard expression softened, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm sorry."
He whispered into my ear.

I clutched him back, a lump in my throat, rolling my whale-bone necklace in my hand.

Luckily, I didn't get a chance. As soon as we stepped off the plane it was like walking into an electrical storm. Liam’s eyes widened, hissing out of the corner of his mouth "take the ring off!"

I realized immediately what he meant. The press would have a field day if they knew we were engaged. But it was too late. The paparazzi had heard Liam whisper the word "ring", and were aiming their cameras at my hand. Security guards surrounded us, saving us from the paps.  Liam put his arm protectively around my shoulders, as if to hide me more.
"I'm sorry."
I said, ashamed.
"It's fine."

"Eleanor and Louis are over there."
Paul joined us.
"Niall and Ri are already in a car."
“Perrie and Zayn went to the bathrooms. Something about Perrie feeling sick.”
It figures.
"Where's Harry?"
I asked.

Paul exclaimed.
"I thought he was with you!"

I turned to Liam, the fear evident on his face.
"Harry was supposed to go with Louis."
Liam said slowly.
Paul ran off, calling Harry's name.


I whipped my head around at the source of the noise.

Liam looked wildly around, as if expecting his friend to materialize in front of him.

I screamed again, scanning the surging crowd. Suddenly I saw him, hand waving in the air with a look of clear worry on his face, being carried away by the fans. I ducked under the security guards, ignoring their shouts for me to come back. I fought through the paparazzi and shrieking fans, grabbing at my clothes, tearing my skin.
Liam had followed me, grabbing my hand.
“Are you mad?”
He said, breathless.
“No! I’m trying to help Harry!”
I ripped my hand out of his grasp.
I shoved a man with a large camera out of the way, desperate to get my friend back.
“Bells, slow down!” Liam shouted for me again, dodging paparazzi. I kept running, my only focus saving Harry. Finally, I got to him.
He had a long scratch mark down his cheek, no doubt from where a crazed fan had grabbed at his face. I hugged him hard, feeling Liam grab me too. All three of us stood in an awkward embrace, shutting out the photographers.
“Let’s move.”
Harry seized both of our hands. I clutched Liam’s arm hard.
“Liam, Harry!”
A woman thrust a microphone in our faces.
“What happened?”
“Please, leave us alone.”
Liam put his arm around my shoulders and started leading me away. The woman ignored him and turned to me.
“Bella, darling, can you tell us?”
She said, giving me a large fake smile. I shook my head and buried my head into Liam’s shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry pull a very rude gesture at the camera lens. Liam pushed them away, still holding onto me. We made our way out the door and into the waiting car.
“Where the hell were you?”
Paul shouted at us, as the Rolls Royce pulled out of the airport car park.
We exchanged guilty looks.
“Helping me.”
Harry said, a trickle of blood running down his face. I fished around for a tissue in my bag, and dabbed lightly at it. He winced, but kept quiet.
“Who did that to you?”
Paul said, outraged, pointing a finger at the scratch on Harry’s cheek.
“A girl.”
Harry muttered, clearly not wanting to talk about it.
“Perfect.” Paul threw his hands up. “You’ve got an interview this afternoon.”
I curled up into a ball, hugging Liam.
“Where are the others?”
Liam asked, rubbing my back.
Grunted Paul, turning so he was facing forward.
“Are we meeting them somewhere?”
“We’ve decided not to until the interview. You three have already caused enough fuss with the media as it is.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“Paul, they saw the ring.”
There was a very pregnant pause.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Great work, Bella, now they’ll never leave us alone!”
“I tried to take it off but-“
“No buts! I’m calling Simon.”
But Paul ignored me, punching the number into his phone with much more force than necessary.
“It’s ok.” Liam said. “It had to get out anyway.”
“Hello Simon, its Paul. The media knows about the proposal.”
I heard Simon swear loudly from the other end of the line.
“I don’t think he took it very well.”
Said Harry, grinning.
I rolled my eyes at him. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I screwed up my face, crossing my arms over my stomach.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
Liam was at my side, comforting me. The pain eased slightly.
“Stomach ache.” I mumbled, smiling weakly. “It’s nothing.”
Liam raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say another word.



K so I might take a break from posting chapters for a bit bc I have school and shit so sorry :( I'll post when I can :) xx


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