The look on her face was something different. I've pissed Braelynn off before, I've made her so mad that she's held her hands around my neck. But never have I seen something sinister. Her face was curtled into something that I'm having a hard time trying to explain, the look of death on her face was making me some what scared for my life. "You what?" She spit, I backed up. "You want a test done? Because you don't think those kids are yours? You really think that Ciara got those baby blue eyes from me? You really think that Alec got his brown hair from me?" She pointed to her chest. "I'm naturally blonde, Niall. Where else would he get it from?" She seethed.
"Harry." I tested. My drunk state not allowing me to think clearly.
She laughed, but not a funny laugh. Her tongue swiped her bottom lip and she looked at the ground as she laughed again. "You son of a bitch." She said to me. "How fucking dare you."
I sighed. "Just talk to me." I begged.
"Weird how those words sound familiar." She turned to her side, crossing her arms. I've never seen someone so mad in my life, what the hell am I doing. "You're going to sit there and ask me if your babies are your's, yet there's a fucking whore walking around telling people she's having your baby and you're not asking for a test from her?" I gulped. "Hmm, it's kind of funny how you work." She spit at me, literally spit in my face.
I flinched backwards. "Christ, Braelynn." I said and wiped it off my face. "Come 'er would you?" I said and reached my arm out. "I'm tired of fighting with you. I might be drunk, but if there's one thing I'm damn sure of, it's that I fucking love you." I pointed at her, walking closer, only to have her back away.
Her phone started ringing, she looked at the ID on the one and sniffed, wiping her cheeks off before putting the phone to her face. "Hello." She said with such a cheery voice. This girl should be an actress, she's good at hiding her emotions. "How are you?" She asked, a small smile on her face. "Yeah he's beside me." She passed the phone to me, giving me a nasty look.
"Hello?" I said into the reciever.
"Daddy! Guess what!" My heart melted to the floor, making a puddle around my feet. I put my hand on my head and sunk to the ground, leaning against the bed for support. "Are you okay?" She asked whenever she heard me cry into the phone. I wanted to speak to her but I couldn't. My hand just wiped down my face as I rushed to removes the tears from my face, sobbing into it and feeling like I was choking.
I took a deep breath in. "I love you and your brother, so much." I told her.
"We know...Daddy, are you dying?" I laughed.
"No baby, I'm not dying." Although I felt like I was. "Just miss you guys so much." I said quietly. I could feel Braelynn watching me, eyeing me and taking in my reaction.
"Okay, well guess what." She squealed.
"Alec and I both passed into grade 8!"
"I thought you still had another week of school?" I asked, using a towel to dry my face.
"Yeah, but the last week is just field trips, cleaning lockers and stuff like that. Honestly, after our trip we don't even have to go. But I have a perfect attendence, so I'm going." I could picture her holding her head high and smirking as she said that, such a proud little girl.
"That's my girl." I smiled.
"Um, could you and mum come to our ceromony? It's next week on the 21st?" She asked, I felt like she was clenching her jaw and crossing her fingers, something she did when she was trying to tell Braelynn and I something gentally.
"I'm sure we could work something out." I smiled.
"Yay, yay,yay!" She screamed. "He said they could come!" She must have been talking to Alec. "Oh, one more thing daddy."
"What's that?" I asked.
"For our End of the Year Trip, we're going to Mullinger.. Could you and mum come? Like as Shaperones?"
"I'll talk to your mum about it, okay? It's late though hunny, you guys should go to bed. Night, I love you both so much."
"And you're doubting those kidsare yours?" Braelynn stood above me, hand on her hip like I wasa puppy who just peed on the floor. "They call you daddy, they call you to say good night. I think they like you more than me." She got down on her hands and knees in front of me, causing me to push up against the bed a little more.
I stared at her, on the verge of breaking down. "I'm sorry." I choked out. My body started to shake, I turned my head as my bottom lip went into my mouth and I close my eyes. I needed her touch, I needed to feel her soft skin on mine. "Please help me." My hand went to my throat as I gasped for breath.
She stared at me as if she wanted to see me choke a little. Her jaw clenched and finally she sat on the floor, her legs going on either side of me as she pulled me into her. My arms wrapped around her, stomach pushed into her face as I screamed into her. "Shh, it's okay." She calmed me down. "You need to take big, long breaths for me." Her lips laid on the side of my head.
She held me so close that I ended up forgetting that we were fighting. "I- I'm-." I swallowed. "I'm sorry." I said to her. My chest was heavy and my hand slapped it, desprate for air to reach my lungs. "Don't leave me." I coughed.
"Shh, calm down." Now she was crying. Her tears were running down the side of my neck."Don't talk, it's taking away your breath even more." She soothed.
"I'm so so sorry, Braelynn." I stuttered. Her shirt was muffling my sobs as she rocked me back and fourth like how she does with Alec when he takes an asthma attack. "Do-don't leave me. Please baby, don't." I struggling.
"Niall-" She tried.
"No!" I flipped. "I did nothing, I love my family, don't do this to me! Don't take them away from me!" I got out of her comfort, she just sat there on the floor while I moved away from her. "You have to believe me!" I shouted. I was panicing, hard. "Braelynn, you have to give me a chance to prove that is not my baby, I did nothing with her! Please, I already love that one inside you and I haven't even met it yet!"
"Please lower your voice." She sighed. "We can't be together. I have no trust with you." She put her hand on her head and turned away, bitting her bottom lip so hard it was turning white. "I wish,okay? I wish we could be the way we use to be but when we go home, I can't sit there and drive myself to the point of insanity wondering where you are when you're not home, why you're home late from work. I can't." She shook her head.
"But we've done it before?" I questioned.
"Yes. We have, so many times, too many times." She was starting to panic now. "Ever since the twins were about five years old and you went back on tour and One Direction came back from that big break, Tessa's been there. That's almost 7 or 8 years, Niall, why has she been around for so fucking long?" I couldn't answer that question. "She must have stayed around because she was recieving something in return, Niall. I know for a fact I wouldn't stay around that long, even is I was fucking you."
"She probably stayed around because she gained over 2 million followers on twitter, made her name known, and got some attention the first time she tried." I raised an eyebrow. That was an easy thing to answer.
"And then after all that, there's some bullshit fucking contract with you two? And now, off of a sudden, she's pregnant? Saying it's your fucking kid? " This was impossible, fighting with her on this was pointless.
I figured it would just be better to let her go on, so I sat on the floor and took every word she slapped me with. I didn't say anything for almost two minuets, and then something came to me. "Where are you sleeping?" I asked, cutting her off in mid-rant. Although I already had an Idea, I needed to hear her tell me.
She cleared her throat. "Zayn's room." She said.
"Zayn's roo-" I stopped. "Are you fuckin' joking me? You're sleeping with Harry?"
"Not like that, no." The blush on her cheeks made it clear she knew she was guilty of something. "He slept on the couch." Her tongue swipped the corner of her mouth as she looked down at the ground.
"You love the fucker?" I stood up, slightly bending to see her face. "Do you love Harry?" I asked her in disbelief. When she didn't answer I grabbed her arms, making her look at me. "Are you serious right now?"
"I don't love him, Niall. Grow up." She rolled her eyes.
"Grow up?" I whispered. "Mhm." I grinded my teeth together as thoughts of the two started spewing inside my head, making me so much more angry than I needed to be. "Are you sleeping with him?"
"For fuck sakes, Niall! Would you listen to yourself?" She shoved me away from her, rubbing her arms where my hands held her. "I won't even sleep with you, what makes you think I'd sleep with someone else, let alone your best friend? Hmm?" She pushed.
"Don't even start with me." I pointed.
"I don't need this shit right now, I have to be up early, I'm going to bed." I nodded my head and sat on the bed. "Hey, Niall?" She said before she opened the door. Her hand twisted the nob before she spoke. "Go fuck yourself. I'll get tests done for the kids." She smiled that fucking smile she does when she's planning something fucking evil.
She slammed the door and I laid back on the bed, "great." I whispered and rolled over, turning the lights off and pulled the blankes over me. "Just fucking great." I started to cry again at the thought of loosing my kids. Tomorrow's show was going to be burtel.
sorry for the short and quick chapters... i'm runnig out of ideas right now. but i have a plot twist coming up, just hold on for me. Please forgive my shitty writing, but if you're wondering what the plot twist could consist of, go back to book one 'on tour with one direction' and re-read the chapter you think this is about. [HINT: refer to chapter 26 ] (;