Chapter 7
Positive...
SHIT SHIT SHIT! I ran into the bedroom and looked in Bobby's condom bin again. It was empty still. Bobby forgot to use a condom. I'm sure of it! Did Niall? I thought back to last night and I didn't recall him using one! DOUBLE SHIT! How could I know whether it's Bobby's or Niall's I'll tell Bobby first but I won't mention Niall. I ran downstairs.
'BOBBY! We need to talk!' I shouted breathlessly as I reached the kitchen.
'Calm down!' He said grasping my shoulders,' Now breathe in.. and out.. in.. and out.. Now tell me!'
'Bobby.. I'm.. pregnant..' I said covering my face in shame.
'Oh darling. Come here!' He said taking my head in his arms and pulling me close. I wrapped my arms around him. That is probably the most loving he'd ever been.
'I have to tell Niall.' I said looking up.
'I understand.' He said letting go of me,'Off you go then!' I took off into the hall, out the door and into the car. The car was taking a long time.
'Come on! Come on!' I said,'And dance with me baby!' I slapped myself,'Not the time Juliet! Not the bloody time!' The car started working. I back out of the drive and sped down the road. I drove through the maze of streets and arrived at the giant mansion which was Niall's. I parked the car and ran to the door. I rang the doorbell. It played the WMYB chorus. The door opened and Niall stood in PJ bottoms, a piece of toast in his mouth. I smiled at his silliness. He stuffed the toast in his mouth.
'What do you want?' He said, mouth full.
'Hi Niall,' I said,'I have some news. Can I come in?'
'No.'He said putting his arm across the door to block the entrance.
'Why not? Is there something you aren't telling me?'
'Nope. Nothing.'
'Niall! Who's at the door? Can you tell them to go away!? I'm waiting!' A girl's voice said coming from the living room.
'Niall? Who's that?' I asked.
'Oh its just Harry! His voice is a bit dodgy!' He said.
'I'm not Har-' The voice began.
'Hahaha! Very funny Harry! Now please shut up!' Niall laughed.
'Ok? Well I just wanted to tell you that... I'm...' I said.
'You're?' Niall prompted.
'I'm pregnant...' I said looking at my feet. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain across my face. A slap. My hand went to my cheek to stop the pain.
'You WHORE!' Niall spat,'It's my bloody Dad's isn't it! How fucking dare you!'
'No Niall I-' I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks.
'I don't want to hear it! Anyway I've got over you!'
'What?'
'You heard me! Amaya-Rose can you come in here?' He beckoned. I stood in shock as a girl in a baby blue tank and ripped denim shorts walked barefoot into the room. She had her long brown-blonde hair in high ponytail and her hazel eyes sparkled in the golden sun. She rested her head on Niall's shoulder and wrapped her arms around him kissing his shoulder. He smiled at her proudly.
'This is my girlfriend Amaya-Rose.' He said.
'Hello.' She said looking me up-and-down.
'Hi I'm Juliet Horan.' I said flatly.
'Oh so you're related to Niall?' She asked looking for resemblance between me and Niall.
'No she's my stepmother.' Niall said.
'Bit young!' She said and then whispered to Niall,'Must be a prostitute!' They laughed. The tears came spilling. I ran to the car and drove off. I've lost him. I've officially lost him.