Fear of Love
I Think
Scarlette's POV:
I was finally released from the hospital... again. All the boys had come to accompany me home in their limo. I felt exceedingly embarrassed. For one thing, I hadn't seen Zayne, Liam or Louis since they had watched me stab myself with Niall's kitchen knife.
I sat in the corner of the limo, staring at my hands. Niall sat next to me with his arm around me. Liam, Zayne and Louis were keeping up constant animated chatter and laughter, but Niall and Harry were silent. Niall just stared out the window. I stared at my hands. And when I looked up, I saw that Harry was staring at me.
I had to think about something else. I looked down at my hands again, where Niall's ring twinkled gently on my finger.
I had said yes. Harry hadn't said a word to me since.
"We're home," Niall said joyfully, as the limo pulled into the drive of his mansion. He lifted me gently from the seat and carried me up to the house. The rest of the band members followed.
So here I was again. Back where I had been. Back where I had nothing to do, nothing to live for.
Niall carried me upstairs and left me alone, assuring me that he would come and check on me in ten minutes. I went into the bathroom, examining myself in the mirror. That's when I remembered.
I was late.
My period was late.
It had been almost six weeks since my period.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Niall's POV:
I hadn't heard anything from upstairs since I had been downstairs having a drink with the boys.
Harry seemed oddly quiet. Usually the ones who laughed the loudest were him and Louis.
I shook my head, deciding to go upstairs to check on Scar.
I opened the bedroom door to see her pacing up and down in the room, tears threatening to spill over her eyelids.
"Scar... hey, Scar, what's wrong?" I asked rushing over and hugging her.
"Niall..." she breathed. "Niall, I think I'm pregnant."
I was finally released from the hospital... again. All the boys had come to accompany me home in their limo. I felt exceedingly embarrassed. For one thing, I hadn't seen Zayne, Liam or Louis since they had watched me stab myself with Niall's kitchen knife.
I sat in the corner of the limo, staring at my hands. Niall sat next to me with his arm around me. Liam, Zayne and Louis were keeping up constant animated chatter and laughter, but Niall and Harry were silent. Niall just stared out the window. I stared at my hands. And when I looked up, I saw that Harry was staring at me.
I had to think about something else. I looked down at my hands again, where Niall's ring twinkled gently on my finger.
I had said yes. Harry hadn't said a word to me since.
"We're home," Niall said joyfully, as the limo pulled into the drive of his mansion. He lifted me gently from the seat and carried me up to the house. The rest of the band members followed.
So here I was again. Back where I had been. Back where I had nothing to do, nothing to live for.
Niall carried me upstairs and left me alone, assuring me that he would come and check on me in ten minutes. I went into the bathroom, examining myself in the mirror. That's when I remembered.
I was late.
My period was late.
It had been almost six weeks since my period.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Niall's POV:
I hadn't heard anything from upstairs since I had been downstairs having a drink with the boys.
Harry seemed oddly quiet. Usually the ones who laughed the loudest were him and Louis.
I shook my head, deciding to go upstairs to check on Scar.
I opened the bedroom door to see her pacing up and down in the room, tears threatening to spill over her eyelids.
"Scar... hey, Scar, what's wrong?" I asked rushing over and hugging her.
"Niall..." she breathed. "Niall, I think I'm pregnant."
Notes
i dont know why i hav a sudden obsession with the song "I Wish" like I've been watching it non- stop... wtf.home sick today and yesterday wooo...
enjoy :) pleaseeeeeeeee rate and subscribe, i'm really sad i'm already on the fifteenth chapter and no one is rating my story does it really suck :(
11/17/13