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?

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2. Tell Me

*AN*

Hey guys so I'm going to screw that 'ten likes one chapter' thing and just publish it all in one

Hope you like it

- Tommos_girl13

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 I blinked hard, struggling to hold back more tears, knowing that I was lying to the love of my life. I felt his eyes piercing into me. His gorgeous, brown eyes. The ones that could hypnotize me into doing anything. The ones that engulfed me, made me want to look at them forever. And the ones that were sadly looking at me now. Just staring. "Bells." He murmured.  "Please tell me. I can help you."

I shook my head vigorously.

"Bella."

"No." I choked. "It's nothing."

I felt his hand on my back.

"If it's just nothing then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying.

"Bella. You can tell me anything. I won't get mad at you."

There was not point lying anymore. He would break me one way or another. I took a deep breath.

"I've been having this dream.  There's this guy, I never see his face, he's always sweet, loving, but last night, he... Changed. He said I had done something to myself, at the time I didn't know what." My voice cracked, on the verge of tears again.

"He left, telling me he could never love me. I turned around and there was this mirror and...And...."

I gulped, eyes watering over.

"I was pregnant."

I burst into tears, my fresh make up running. I sobbed into Liam neck forming a wet patch on his collar. He held me close, stroking the top of my head.

"It's ok. You're fine. You're not really pregnant. Wait, you're not pregnant, right?"

"Hell no! Hell. No. The last time we... Made love was six months ago."

He rested his chin on my head.

"What if we really do want to have a family together one day? How are you going to manage?"

"I'll cope."

I wiped my eyes. "I know I will."

Liam laughed.

 "You've smudged mascara all over your face."

I rooted around in my hand bag and emerged with a tube of lip balm.

"You have Cherry Blast all over yours."

I giggled as I dabbed the pink gel on his nose.

He sat there, caught off guard. "You didn't." He said in a low voice.

"I did."

"I'll kill you Bella Tomlinson. I swear to God I will kill you." He wrestled me to the floor, tickling me mercilessly.

"Cut... it ...out!" I shrieked, barely able to talk through a fit of laughter.  I fell on top of him. Liam stopped torturing   me.

 

We looked into each other’s eyes, unmoving, like statues. He moved his head forward, pursing his lips. He kissed me lightly, full of passion. I kissed back, not caring we were in public, not caring if the whole world could see. Right now, it was just me and my boyfriend, nobody else.

 

*click* the unmistakable snap of a camera. "How long was I gone?" Perrie checked her shot. "Damn. That’s going on Twitter when we land." She pocketed her phone.

Liam shook his head and picked himself up. I sank back into my seat, blushing. Beside me, Perrie did likewise. Zayn put his arm around her.

“That’s the third time.”

He said.

“Shh!”

Perrie looked worriedly over at Liam and I.

 

"Attention all passengers. We will be landing in approximately two hours in the beautiful Castaway Island."

 

Liam leaned backwards, curling his arm around my waist. "We're that close, babe. We're that close."

 

I leaned into him, closing my eyes briefly.  "Let’s watch a movie."  I suggested, turning on the screen in front of him.

We choose a kid’s movie, the Lion King. Liam and I always cry when Mufasa dies, though Liam tries to fight his tears. He thinks he's being tough, but really, he just looks constipated.

 

I laced my fingers through his as the stampede came. "It'll be ok." I whispered. "Be a brave boy."

Neither of us made it through it.

 

We were still holding hands by the time we landed, walking through the airport, supporting damp cheeks and red eyes. I felt somebody grab me from behind. I screamed, thrashing. My foot swung back, kicking whoever it was in the gut. I turned to see Louis, kneeling over, face contorted in pain.

"You got a good aim there, love." He wheezed, then collapsed on the ground.

"Bloody hell Lou, don't ever do that again." I said, hand to my chest.

El jogged up to us, dragging two suitcases behind her. "Get up off the ground." She nudged him with her shoe. Louis groaned. "Come on, Niall and Harry are waiting for us."

 

Liam went over to help him up. "You just got floored by your baby sister, mate."

"Shuddup Liam."

Louis suddenly grinned and fished around in his pocket. "Looks like you did too!"

He showed us the picture Perrie had taken of us kissing on the plane floor. Underneath was the caption "I leave to go to the bathroom for two minutes and come back to this! Wonder what would happen if I had left them longer..."

Perrie had been true to her word.

 

Harry, Zayn and Perrie met us at Starbucks. "Harry!" I hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. "It's been so long! Where's Niall?"

Harry indicated to the far corner of the cafe. "He's busy with his new girlfriend." A hint of jealousy formed in his eyes.

 "Aw, you're the only single one now."

He pouted. "I know. And it was me that saw her first."

I gave him another hug. "It's ok. There's other fish in the sea."

 

Niall returned, hand in hand with a girl with dark skin and deep brown hair.

 I'd like you to meet Ri."

Ri smiled politely, fiddling with her hair.

"Hiya love!”

Perrie, being her bubbly self, threw her arms around an unsuspecting Ri, pulling her into a hug.

“Give her back!”

Niall said jokingly, putting his arms around Ri’s waist. Ri looked slightly dazed, giggling.

“She does that a lot.”

Zayn said, smiling as he kissed Perrie’s cheek.

“So…”

El started

“How long you been together?”

"We've been together about three months." Ri said, gazing lovingly into Niall's cornflower blue eyes. "It feels like forever."

"No amount of time is long enough with you." Niall kissed her on the lips.

She giggled and held on to his arm as they sat down.

 

Harry stared awkwardly down at his feet.

"Hazza!" Louis ran over to him with a plate of carrot cake in his hand.

"Boo Bear!" Harry snapped out of his sulk and embraced his friend. "Eleanor!" He went over to hug El as well.

"Oh shit! Be careful Harry, you'll make me spill my coffee. "

She rubbed aggressively at an invisible stain on her white blouse. She placed her cup on the table. "Now you can hug me." She held him tight. Harry was going beetroot red, although it was clear he was enjoying it.

"Eleanor, stop before you bloody well suffocate him." Liam tried to push them apart. El brushed him away, still holding on to Harry.

Louis stood.

"You never hug me like that! Harold, are you trying to steal my fiancé?"

El let go of Harry. "Sorry. I've just missed him so much."

She went in for another one.

"NO MORE HUGS!"

Shouted Harry, and cowered behind Louis. "I'll give you five carrots to make sure she doesn't try to kill me again."

El pretended to look hurt, then in a simple movement, stole Louis's cake.

"My cake!"

"I'll give you this back if you step aside. What's it gonna be Louis?"

Louis looked torn.

"Ten carrots. That'll be enough to bake more cake." Harry begged, desperately.

Louis stood his ground, convinced.

"Fine." El flounced off, cake in hand.

 

She sat down in between Perrie and I.

"Like taking candy from a baby."

I winced as she mentioned the word baby, mind wandering back to that dream on the plane. What if it was a sign? A sign that I really was going to... to... No! I mentally slapped myself for being so paranoid.  It was just dream. It only existed in my head.

 

Ri squealed with delight when she saw the car parked outside. "Oh my God! It's freaking huge!"

Niall opened the door for her, gesturing she hop in "It's even huger on the inside." He kissed her again.

"Come on." He gave Ri a gentle push.

 

“They’re like twelve year olds on their first date.” Liam came up from behind me and put his arms around my waist.

 

"We used to be like that."

 

"Used to?”

“You don’t kiss me every five minutes anymore…”

 

I said, hinting heavily.

 

“Oh…don’t…I?”

Liam whispered, giving me pecks on the lips after every word.

 

I smiled, interlocking our arms.  "I remember the day we first met."

 

"November nineteenth 2006.”

 

"You crashed into me in the hallway."

 

I grinned again at the memory of a thirteen-year-old Liam, red in the face from apologizing for knocking me over.

 

"That's not how I remember it. You were the one running." Liam said

 

"You have one messed up memory."

 

 “I remember when you kissed me in front of the airport once."

 

"When did that ever happen?"

 

"Right now."

 

He pulled me into his body, and kissed me, slowly, sweetly, pouring all his love to me into that one kiss. Time came to a standstill, stopping for us, just so we could share that moment together. That amazing moment, which still sets fireworks off inside me.

.

 Until that moment ended. Our chauffeur beeped his horn impatiently, startling us.

"We'll continue this in the hotel room." Liam murmured in my ear. "Where nobody can bother us."

 

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