When I woke up, I wasn't on the bench outside anymore. I was inside a hotel room. I freaked out, thinking that maybe Niall took me up here when I fell asleep last night. I shot up on the bed, looking around but seeing no one, it looked like my hotel room- then again, all hotel rooms look pretty much the same.
My hand went to my head. "Ow." I whispered in a seeth. I froze when I heard the bathroom door open, holding my breath and expecting to see Niall. I laid back in the bed quickly so they would think I was still asleep. The pillows didn't smell like Niall, which was weird because his smell sticks to everything, even me sometimes. But then again, everything about Niall has changed, so it didn't really surprise me that it didn't smell of him.
I opened my eyes to a squint, so they couldn't see my eyes if they were to look at me. I seen Harry standing above me, in nothing but a towel, searching his suitcase. "Harry?" I questioned. He stood up from his suitcase, I don't think I'm suppose to be awake yet.
When he turned around, the blush on his face proved my thoughts right. I was not suppose to be awake yet. "Hey." He rubbed the back of his head, "just one second." He smiled and ran to the bathroom with his clothes in his hands. A few moments passed and he was back, wearing a white tanktop and black jeans, hair slicked back by his hands as he searched for something. "Beanie?" He asked me, I giggled and pointed to the back of his suitcase. "Ah, perfect. Thanks love." He smiled at me.
"Welcome." I smiled. "How did I get here?" I asked, sitting up a little higher and fixing the blankets around me.
"I came down to get some fresh air. I love Ireland;s air." He told me, looking down and smiling. "Seen you sleeping on the bench, figured it was because you didn't want to be near Niall." I scuffed. He's got that right. "So, I just took you to my room." He smiled a huge toothy smile and I laughed at him. "Zayn's still sleeping. He sleeps all day when he can." Harry shrugged.
"Have anything for a headache?" I asked, rubbing my head again.
"Nothing you can take, I don't think. You can't take anything that takes away inflamation right?" I nodded, forgetting I was pregnant. "How are you feeling, besides your head." He pointed at my head and I shrugged.
"Better. I had a few months to prepare for this, probably why I'm not as surprised." I said. "I'm just more in shock that Niall would be that type of man? He acted so loyal, even tried to blame everything on me? Ya know, it's like.. We have kids together? We're married, you were coming home soon? I don't fucking know, whatever, right?"
"Well, sometimes the accuser is the accusie." Harry simply explained. "But we're all going out today and we know you don't want to be around Niall, so just stay away from him. Or, insteadof raising question in the media as to why you're not hanging around your 'husband' when he's gone six-nine months out of the year, just fake it."
I groaned. "Sometimes I hate being married to a man who's in the media so much." I sighed and rubbed my head. "I better go shower." I rolled my eyes and scratched the back of my head, standing up and leaving the room.
I sucked in a deep breath as I stood outside our hotel door. I stuck the key in and it opened up, I seen Niall standing with his back to me. I stood by the door, quietly trying to listen in on the phone call he was on. His phone was pressed to his ear, hand on his bare hip, the tips of his fingers inside the side of his pajama pants band. "No, she's not doing it. That child is not mine." He listened to the caller. "Of course I'm getting a test done. I'm not loosing my family over this." I was happy to hear that he was going to fight for his family. "I don't know, mate. She was with him for the first time, so I don't know if they came from him or not, but those two are too close. Pisses me off." Who was he talking about?
I cleared my throat and Niall turned his head around to the door where I was standing. He just went back to his phone call and I slipped into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I sighed whenever the hot water hit my tense muscles. I leaned my head against the shower wall and breathed in, for the time being, I felt relieved of everything. I stepped out and dried off, mentally cursing at myself for not grabbing clothes before I got in the shower.
I didn't look at him as I walked out to grab my clothes. The tension in the small hotel room was causing me to almost choke, I could literally feel myself starting to gasp for air and that's when the tears started to form in my eyes. I turned around after grabbing what I needed and we made eye contact. He looked like shit, I mean that in the most respectful way it could come out.
His face was blotchy red, eyes puffed up and bloodshot, lips chapped. He'd been crying all night. His chest was heavy sort of like mine, we were both struggling to breathe in this shitty fucking room and it made me so angry to think that he would be crying over something he did. Because I didn't know if he was crying because he got caught and his career will probably end because of this. Or if he's crying because he lost his family and bandmates. Either way, he shouldn't have done what he did, he knew the consenquence to his actions.
I swallowed and turned my head from him, starring at him just made me want to smash his face in. I scurried to the bathroom and got dressed, putting my shorts up and buttoning up my white blouse. I allowed my hair to air dry after brushing through it and I stepped out, grabbing grey converses and walking back to Harry's room. "How was that?" He asked, looking up from his phone.
I just put my head down, standing at the door with my arms behind my back. He got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around me. "It's hard." I said to him and he just nodded his head against mine. "Whatever, over it." I sniffed and pulled away. "Ready?" I asked.
"Yup." We both walked out, meeting the others outside the hallway, except Zayn, he was still asleep. Niall, Liam and Louis all looked at each other. Liam gave Niall a dirty look and then smiled at me. "Ready?" Harry asked. I watched as Niall starred Harry down, as if he was trying to tell Harry something through brainwaves. I smiled a smug smile, Niall was jealous. Which was going to make this fun.