Kid Next Door

Hey, I'm Hollie and I'm 18 years old. I live in London with my mum and two brothers. My dad left when I was about 10. But, my life changes when a certain Niall Horan becomes my next door neighbour.


21. Unexpected Visitor

My mouth dropped open as Niall spilled everything. I didn't know how to feel. Sad, happy, angry, worried, scared? Well, all these emotions, and more, were rolled up into a ball. I was a bit surprised because I wouldn't expect Niall, nor Shawna, to do this.
"What?" I whispered.
"I know." Niall said fiddling with his fingers.
"Niall, you, and Shawna?" I whispered
"Yes, I know. I didn't plan for this to happen." Niall admitted running his fingers through his hair.
"Niall, you got her pregnant!" I said raising my voice slightly.
"Shh, you don't want the world and his wife to hear!" He said, with his finger to his lips.
"Niall, I think you should go home and get some rest." Harry said patting his back. He cracked a weak smile and walked out. I walked over to the kitchen table, and pulled a chair out for me to sit on. I put my head in my hands and shook my head.
I could hear the screech of a chair, and I'm guessing Harry sat down.
"What's up?" Harry asked me. I slowly lifted my head up.
"I'm scared." I admitted.
"Why?" He asked, a confused expression on his face.
"What if they aren't ready?" I asked.
"I don't know. But, Ni is great with kids, and I'm sure Shawna is too, so I'm sure they will be great parents." Harry said trying to reassure me. I gave a weak smile and he kissed my hand.
"What do you wanna do tonight?" I asked Harry.
"We could go to this club downtown?" Harry suggested. I shifted slightly in my seat. I don't really do clubs.
"It will be ok. We wont be long, I promise." Harry smiled.
"Ok. Let me go get dressed." I smiled scooting my chair out and walking up the stairs.
After a quick shower, I straightened my hair, but left the bottom naturally curly. I threw on a nice dress and applied eye makeup and lipstick. I also threw on a pair of pink stilettos and grabbed a black clutch bag. Finally, I completed the outfit with some
I walked down the stairs in my stilettos; big mistake. I tripped over my own feet and flew forward. I was about to hit the cold, hard ground when I felt large warm hands wrap around my waist.
"Harry!" I smiled.
"Are you ok?" He said slightly out of breath.
"Yes I'm fine! Thank you!" I hugged him.
"It's ok. You ready?" He smiled. The car journey was short because the club was only down the road. I could feel the boom of the music from inside if the car. I wasn't getting a good vibe from this place. Everything seemed dark.
"Come on." Harry smiled. I slowly got out of the car and looked around me as I walked. Next to the club was an ally way filled with bins, and darkness lurking around every corner. The sign on top of the club was partly lit up, with some letters crooked, and bulbs blown. There were metal doors at the front guarded by a rather large man.
"Can I help you?" He boomed. Harry and the man had a private conversation, and after a minute, he let us in. I was being pulled in and out of people with the guide of Harry, and after saying 'sorry' and 'pardon me' a multiple amount of times, we ended up at a bar.
"Drink?" Harry asked.
"Just water please. I don't drink alcohol." I smiled. A slight grin spread across his face as he ordered two waters. The waiter quickly poured two waters and Harry paid him.
"I'm just going to the bathroom. Hold this please?" Harry asked shoving the water into my hand.
"Harry wait! Don't.." I began. But it was too late.
"Go." I whispered to no one. I swivelled round on my chair to check out peoples dancing. I was sipping my water when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I literally jumped out of my skin.
"You scared me!" I laughed, thinking it was Harry. I turned round on my chair and became face to face with a man.
"Oh, can I help you?" I asked nervously.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all on your own?" The man said, and small smirk spreading across his face.
"Oh, I'm actually with someone." I replied
"Oh, where is he?" He replied searching the room.
"Bathroom. I'm sorry I have to go now, bye." I said standing up and walking out. I headed in the direction of the bathroom when a hand firmly grabbed my waist, which called me to scream. I was swivelled round to face the man again.
"And where do you think you're going?" The man smirked.
"Away from you." I growled.
"Ooh, I got a feisty little one here!" He smirked evilly. Before I could say anything else, his lips were pressed on mine. I was pushed back against a wall. I put my hand on his chest to push him off, but it was no use. People walked past as if I were invisible. If I couldn't use my arms, I would use my legs. I kicked him as hard as I could in the groin. His grip loosed and our lips were detached. He fell to the floor, and I jumped over him and ran, which is hard when you're wearing stilettos. I looked back and the man, laying on the floor, when I ran into someone.
"Sorry!" I cried.
"Hollie! Are you ok? I've been looking everywhere for you." Harry said.
"Harry!" I cried and threw myself on him.
"This man kissed me, so I kicked him in the groin and ran off to find you." I explained.
"Were is he." Harry seethed. His eyes were no longer that beautiful shade of emerald green, they were black with anger.
"Over there." I pointed to the man, who was still rolling around on the floor in pain. Harry charged over there, and I followed behind him. He then kicked him in the side. I was totally shocked, because Harry would never hurt anybody. The man rolled over and grabbed Harry's ankles. He pulled him down and started to repeatedly punch him, and Harry did the same.
"STOP! BOYS!" I screamed. I had to stop them, so I grabbed the man around the waist, in an attempt to pull him off. He turned round to see what was on him. As soon as he locked eyes with me, I punched him right in the nose. I grabbed Harry's arm, pulled him up and dragged him behind me to the safety of the car.
"Harry, you're hurt." I whispered after shutting my door.
"No, I'm fine." Harry lied.
"No, you're not." I whispered. I ran my shaking fingers gently over Harry's newly formed bruised underneath his eye. He had cuts and bruises galore.
"We are taking you home." I said sternly, starting the car.

~At Home~
I had just cleaned Harry's cuts and bruises, and he is now peacefully sleeping on the sofa. I just turned the TV off when the doorbell rang.
"HELLO!" Shouted Niall as I opened the door. He was leaning on the door frame to stop him from falling over.
"Shh, Harry's asleep!" I told him.
"Oh, sorry. HELLO!" He whisper shouted.
"Niall, you're drunk aren't you." I said putting my hand on my hips.
"Noooo." Niall slurred.
"Let's get you to bed. You can sleep in Harry's room." I said dragging him in and shutting the door.
I dragged him to Harry's room. He laid down on the bed, and fell asleep within seconds. I pulled the cover over his body and smiled.
"Night Ni." I whispered shutting the door.

I had just got to sleep, when I heard footsteps and the sound of someone being sick. I quickly got up and found Niall in the bathroom being sick.
"I hate alcohol." He said whilst leaning over the toilet.
"I know." I replied rubbing his back.
How is he going to cope with this new baby?

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