*Niall's POV*

My heart sunk.. But we've never even had sex?! Oh my god.. She hasn't cheated on me has she?! Who would she have cheated on me with?!

Then I stopped, remembering what I had been told when I first saw Emily after shhe came out of the jungle and after she had her accident..

*Flashback*
I sat listening intently as she explained everything to me in detail. It made me want to vomit.
She had to sleep with Harry to escape and I wasn't there to protect her.
He kidnapped her and all she wanted to do was get back to me.
That's all she was thinking about, not herself, not her safety, but getting back to me and being with me.
How could I stay angry at her, when her only intention was to be with me again.
I loved her.. I loved her with all my heart.
*Flashback Over*

The baby was Harry's. My heart sunk again. How many times was this going to happen. Why can't things just go right for me?! I sighed.

The nurse cleared her throat;

'Mr Horan?' She paused waiting for my attention, I didnt realise she had been standing there all that time. I turned my face to look at her and she continued.

'Miss Phillips doesn't know about her pregnancy yet. So it would be best if you told her. Then you can celebrate the pitter patter of little feet together.' The nurse smiled with a congratulations look on her face.

'She will be back her in about 5 minutes, so please get everything ready, thank you.' The nurse left the room and I ran a hand through my hair, pushing the bed to the side, leaving room for Emily's bed and sat in the visitors chair, waiting for her to arrive. Shes pregnant with Harry Style's baby.


*Emily's POV*

The surgery was over. Thank god. Now I can go back and see Niall. My leg was in plaster all the way up to the top of my leg, so I could not move it at all. But everything feels significantly better. I now have a metal plate in my leg, to correct the position of one bone and bolts in the two other breaks in my leg, to fix them.

I can't wait to see Niall! The anesthetic was strong and was just wearing off, as I was pushed through the corridors, back to my hospital room. It was dead silent , the only sounds I could hear where the beeping of hospital machines and the sound of the nurses/doctors feet, as they walked up and down the corridors.

The guy pushing my bed was tall and mildly old looking. He had a wrinkled face, which looked like it had, had many happy years. He was wearing a shining gold wedding band on his left hand and had significant muscles in his arms, obviously from pushing beds for all these years. I wonder if Niall and I will ever get married?

I imagined Niall and I's wedding, my mother helping him put on his black tux and him making his way to wait at the alter for me, as I slipped on my white wedding gown in another room.
The the music would start to play and I would walk slowly down the aisle, people standing as I walked, my dad giving me away to Niall as I reached the top of the aisle and Niall gently planting a kiss on my cheek. The rest of the One Direction boys would be standing int he front seats, all being Niall's best men, except for Harry who was no where to be seen.
Then the ceremony would be over and there would be a long reception, finally, Niall and I being a married couple. We could have our first dance, every eye on us, pap's outside getting snapshots of everyone who entered, but never getting a shot of Niall or I.
Then we would leave everyone to party as we slipped away on honeymoon to a deserted desert island. The sun beating down, swimming in the sea, long passionate nights together. We would return home to open wedding presents, but to receive the best present of all, that I was pregnant and we were going to have a beautiful child, who was going to have Niall's irishness, looks and stunning personality, but my brains to ace anything he/she does in school.

My thoughts of our future were disrupted, as we reached the hospital room, he pushed open the two double doors and aligned my bed in position, Niall standing as we came in, a smile on his face.

'There we go Miss Phillips.' He said gently, putting the breaks on my bed so the bed wouldn't roll around. I thanked him and he turned to Niall.

'Mr Horan, she is pretty much back to normal now. She will be expected to stay in hospital for a couple of days longer in case of any complications but then she should be free to go home.' Niall nodded and thanked him as the man left, obviously to push another bed.


*Niall's POV*

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead, rubbing her hair. Unknowingly trying to prepare her for the news I was just about to break.

'How are you, beautiful?' I questioned, looking down into her eyes. She was currently carrying Harry's child. I gulped to hold back that awful sick feeling.

'I'm a lot better, thank you..' She let out in a soft whimper, obviously seeing the sudden change in my facial expression and frowning herself.

'Whats wrong baby?' She said concerned, reaching up to cup my face in her hand.

I sighed and took a seat, perching myself on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in mine and looking into her eyes.

'Baby.. The doctors spoke to me earlier. When they were preparing you for your surgery, they discovered something..' I paused for a while, hoping this was the best way to break the news to her. Emily was frowning, looking confused but also with concern spreading across her face.






'... Your pregnant...' I said, placing my hand on her tummy.

Notes

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