Mistake {Niall Horan AU Fanfic}
Chapter 9
NIALL’S P.O.V.
“Niall, are you listening to me? Did you sleep with Allison?”
His face is crimson, his eyes bloodshot. He grabs my shirt with one fist and pushes me roughly against the door. I open my mouth, but words don’t come out. I try to think of something to say. Something to save my relationship with my brother. I’ve never felt so low in my life. I always made excuses for what Allison and I did: ‘He doesn’t love her’, ‘He doesn’t treat her right’, ‘It only happened once’. None of that seems okay in this moment.
“Fucking tell me! I want to hear you say it!”
He’s yelling, but I can tell that he’s on the verge of tears. I’ve never seen him like this. I want to
retort and remind him that he cheated on her, but nothing can make up for what I’ve done.
“I-I’m sorry, Greg. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
His grip on my shirt tightens and I close my eyes, waiting for him to hit me. Instead, he releases me and turns away. I keep my back against the door and await his explosion. He turns around and is literally choking back tears.
“Move.”
“Greg, what are you doing.”
He puts on his shoes and grabs his coat.
“MOVE!”
He marches toward me and I step out of the way, watching him open the door and exit. He slams the door behind him and the walls shake. I stand in complete shock, a million thoughts running through my head. Before I can come to any conclusions, I pull my phone from my pocket and call Allison.
“Hello?”
“Allison?”
My voice is quivering.
“Niall, what is it? Did Greg tell you?”
“A-are you pregnant?”
She sighs and my chest begins to tighten.
“I’m not sure yet. I took a home test before I came back to Ireland. It’s part of why I left; It was
positive, Niall, but I have to see a doctor to find out for sure. They can be wrong sometimes.”
I nearly drop the phone. I can’t feel my body anymore. My skin is numb.
“Would it be mine?”
I swallow hard and sit down on the couch before I topple over.
“Yeah, it would.”
“Fuck. I-I don’t know what to say, Allie.”
“Niall, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. If I’m pregnant, which we don’t know yet, you
won’t have to do anything.”
My heart is racing so fucking fast. I have so many questions to ask her and I try to organize them in my head.
“Are you going to keep it? Hypothetically speaking, I mean.”
I feel better calling it hypothetical instead of making it sound real.
“Yeah, I would. Would you not want me to?”
“No, of course I’d want you to keep it. I can’t imagine killing a baby. I just- shit. I don’t want you to do it alone.”
“Niall, stop. It’ll be fine. Greg thinks it’s his. I’m filing for divorce and my sister is going to help me.”
“Greg knows, Allie. He figured it out.”
She gasps and I feel like my heart is rising in my throat.
“Okay, umm, don’t worry, Ni. This isn’t your problem-“
“But, it is! I’m not a child, Allison. You’re not going to deal with this by yourself. I’ll do everything I can. I’ll get a real job, or- or start selling more-“
“Niall! Stop it! You aren’t changing anything except finishing school and living your life. You’re young and you’re going to do so much with your life.”
“You’re young too, Allie. This is just as much my fault as yours. Why the hell didn’t we use a condom?”
“Because we’re idiots.”
She chuckles and it calms me a bit to hear her laugh.
“What are we going to do, though? Will it know I’m it’s dad? Will it think Greg is?”
“Slow down! We’ll talk about this when I find out if I’m pregnant or not. Don’t get to riled up.”
I take a deep breath and sit back on the couch.
“What did Greg do?”
“He just left.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. He seemed upset, but he didn’t hit me or anything. He looked like he would.”
“Well, be careful. I need to get some sleep. I’m so jet lagged. Don’t worry about this, Niall, okay?”
“No promises. Night, Allison.”
“Night, Niall. Love you.”
“Yeah, love you.”
I hang up and collapse on the couch, kicking my shoes off and finding a pillow to lay on. I hold my phone in front of me and find a new message.
*FROM: Hannah Kensington
I’m almost home. Hope Jess’ parents didn’t call my mom!*
God, I wish I was worried about my parents being mad at me. Now I’m worried I’ll be a parent. I grin despite myself because she wants to talk to me. The only light in my life right now. This amazing, beautiful girl. She deserves so much better than me, but I’m selfish and I don’t plan on letting her go.
HANNAH’S P.O.V.
*FROM: Niall Horan <3
I hope so, too. I don’t want her screwing up our date ;)*
I grin wildly at the screen and daydream about what we’ll do on Wednesday. He’s so... I don’t even know how to describe Niall. I don’t really understand how I feel. He just went home and I already want him back. I love talking to him. I love kissing him.
Joe snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Are you going to tell me what happened now?”
“Well, Jessica’s parents came home and we were all there. Mom is going to kill me if she finds out I was with him.”
“I don’t mean that. I mean Niall. Tell me about him.”
“Oh. Well, I- I really like him, Joe.”
“I can see that! For the record, I like him, too.”
I giggle and we turn down my street.
“That means a lot, Joe.”
I see him smile and my knee starts to shake as we pull into my driveway. I scan the front of the house and all the lights are out so I breathe a sigh of relief.
“We need to figure out how to get you there on Wednesday, Hannah.”
I can’t help but smile to think about Joe helping me sneak off to the city for a date with Niall.
“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure my best bet is to stick with a plan Harry and I have.”
He cocks an eyebrow and puts the car in park in front of the house.
“I don’t know how to feel about all this ‘trusting in Harry’. I guess I don’t know the whole story, but-“
“Just trust me, Joe. It’s going to work out. My mom will think we’re getting back together and she’ll let me go anywhere with him.”
“Alright, Hannah. Just- I don’t know. I don’t have anything to say that I haven’t already. I’m tired and you must be too; let’s get you inside, kiddo.”
He opens his door and I gather my things from the seat, sending Niall another message.
*TO: Niall Horan
Don’t worry, I’ve already got a plan ;)*
Joe opens my door and I slip my bare feet out first, holding my shoes in one hand and my purse in the other. He walks me up the steps and unlocks the door for me. When I walk in, I hold my breath, listening closely for any faint noise. Joe pats my shoulder and walks out, shutting the door behind me a bit too loud. I curse him under my breath. I hear movement in the kitchen, followed by a low muttering. A man’s voice.
I instantly freeze. I want to turn around and call Joe back in, but I feel like a concrete slab, unable to move. I see a light turn on in the kitchen and the shadow that follows. Whoever this is, isn’t a burglar or murderer. Does my mom have someone over? I immediately want to puke at the thought. I calm myself down by convincing myself that a criminal wouldn’t be noisily rummaging through our refrigerator. I finally move, stepping one foot in front of the other, slowly approaching the kitchen. I turn the corner, still holding my shoes, purse and phone.
“Dad?”
The familiar man turns to face me, an uneasy grin on his face.
“Hannah Banana. I didn’t think you were gonna come home tonight.”
He puts down a glass of wine and hurries over, wrapping me in a constricting hug. I wiggle around and he finally lets go, ignoring my attempts at escaping his grasp.
“I could say the same for you. What are you doing here? I thought you were in Paris!”
“Well, you don’t seem too happy to see me.”
“Why should I be? Am I supposed to just sit around upset until you come back and then kiss your feet?”
My voice is loud and probably carries through the house, but I don’t care.
“Hannah, calm down. I just want to talk to you-“
“Does mom even know you’re here?”
“Yes, she does. She went to bed and said you were staying at Jessica’s. Can we sit down?”
It pisses me off that he is using such a calm tone with me, like he’s a saint or something. I don’t want to stomp away like a brat, so I sit down in a large wooden chair at our breakfast table. He can’t know how much he’s hurt me.
“Make it quick. I’m tired.”
He chuckles and carries his glass over to the table, sitting across from me nonchalantly.
“I’m not going to France anymore, Hannah.”
My eyes widen and I watch his expression. It’s not apologetic or sad. It’s just matter-of-fact.
“You left her? That woman? I can’t remember her name. Flower or something weird like that.”
“Fleurette.”
He pronounces her name in a terrible French accent.
“And no, I didn’t leave her. She’s going to come live here.”
I drop my fists to the table in exasperation.
“In Old Westbury?”
“No! No, in the city.”
I stand up in a fury, the chair beneath me screeching back.
“What the hell, dad? I was angry and sad that you were leaving, but this... This is so much worse! How could you bring that gold digging little tramp around for everyone to see? Are you
going to make mom meet her, too? I’ll bet she’s my age!”
“Your mom has already met her, Hannah. And she’s in her forties, just like your mother and I.”
I don’t actually care how old she is. He sits coolly, ignoring my name-calling.
“What do you mean, ‘mom met her’?”
“About a month ago. Sweetheart, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but your mom has known about Fleurette for a while now.”
What the hell is he talking about? Why would she have stayed with him if she knew he was having an affair.
“You’re sick.”
He scoffs and sits back, relaxing in his chair. I lean against the table, ready to walk up to my room, until I hear footsteps behind me.
“Arthur? What’s all the yelling about?”
Mom rubs her eyes and looks at me.
“Hannah, why are you home?”
She wraps her robe around her tighter and squints due to the kitchen light.
“I-uh, Harry brought me home.”
Her eyes instantly widen in excitement.
“Harry? You saw Harry again? That’s wonderful!”
“Wonderful? That guy’s a prick.”
Mom gives him a scolding look and I glare, beside myself that my unfaithful father has the nerve to downgrade someone else. We both ignore him, but I’m not done with this subject.
“Can we talk about how you knew dad was having an affair?”
She sighs deeply and rests her hand on my shoulder.
“I figured he told you. Come on, let’s sit.”
I try to think of a reason to deny her request, but I’m way too intrigued to hear this story.
“Niall, are you listening to me? Did you sleep with Allison?”
His face is crimson, his eyes bloodshot. He grabs my shirt with one fist and pushes me roughly against the door. I open my mouth, but words don’t come out. I try to think of something to say. Something to save my relationship with my brother. I’ve never felt so low in my life. I always made excuses for what Allison and I did: ‘He doesn’t love her’, ‘He doesn’t treat her right’, ‘It only happened once’. None of that seems okay in this moment.
“Fucking tell me! I want to hear you say it!”
He’s yelling, but I can tell that he’s on the verge of tears. I’ve never seen him like this. I want to
retort and remind him that he cheated on her, but nothing can make up for what I’ve done.
“I-I’m sorry, Greg. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
His grip on my shirt tightens and I close my eyes, waiting for him to hit me. Instead, he releases me and turns away. I keep my back against the door and await his explosion. He turns around and is literally choking back tears.
“Move.”
“Greg, what are you doing.”
He puts on his shoes and grabs his coat.
“MOVE!”
He marches toward me and I step out of the way, watching him open the door and exit. He slams the door behind him and the walls shake. I stand in complete shock, a million thoughts running through my head. Before I can come to any conclusions, I pull my phone from my pocket and call Allison.
“Hello?”
“Allison?”
My voice is quivering.
“Niall, what is it? Did Greg tell you?”
“A-are you pregnant?”
She sighs and my chest begins to tighten.
“I’m not sure yet. I took a home test before I came back to Ireland. It’s part of why I left; It was
positive, Niall, but I have to see a doctor to find out for sure. They can be wrong sometimes.”
I nearly drop the phone. I can’t feel my body anymore. My skin is numb.
“Would it be mine?”
I swallow hard and sit down on the couch before I topple over.
“Yeah, it would.”
“Fuck. I-I don’t know what to say, Allie.”
“Niall, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. If I’m pregnant, which we don’t know yet, you
won’t have to do anything.”
My heart is racing so fucking fast. I have so many questions to ask her and I try to organize them in my head.
“Are you going to keep it? Hypothetically speaking, I mean.”
I feel better calling it hypothetical instead of making it sound real.
“Yeah, I would. Would you not want me to?”
“No, of course I’d want you to keep it. I can’t imagine killing a baby. I just- shit. I don’t want you to do it alone.”
“Niall, stop. It’ll be fine. Greg thinks it’s his. I’m filing for divorce and my sister is going to help me.”
“Greg knows, Allie. He figured it out.”
She gasps and I feel like my heart is rising in my throat.
“Okay, umm, don’t worry, Ni. This isn’t your problem-“
“But, it is! I’m not a child, Allison. You’re not going to deal with this by yourself. I’ll do everything I can. I’ll get a real job, or- or start selling more-“
“Niall! Stop it! You aren’t changing anything except finishing school and living your life. You’re young and you’re going to do so much with your life.”
“You’re young too, Allie. This is just as much my fault as yours. Why the hell didn’t we use a condom?”
“Because we’re idiots.”
She chuckles and it calms me a bit to hear her laugh.
“What are we going to do, though? Will it know I’m it’s dad? Will it think Greg is?”
“Slow down! We’ll talk about this when I find out if I’m pregnant or not. Don’t get to riled up.”
I take a deep breath and sit back on the couch.
“What did Greg do?”
“He just left.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. He seemed upset, but he didn’t hit me or anything. He looked like he would.”
“Well, be careful. I need to get some sleep. I’m so jet lagged. Don’t worry about this, Niall, okay?”
“No promises. Night, Allison.”
“Night, Niall. Love you.”
“Yeah, love you.”
I hang up and collapse on the couch, kicking my shoes off and finding a pillow to lay on. I hold my phone in front of me and find a new message.
*FROM: Hannah Kensington
I’m almost home. Hope Jess’ parents didn’t call my mom!*
God, I wish I was worried about my parents being mad at me. Now I’m worried I’ll be a parent. I grin despite myself because she wants to talk to me. The only light in my life right now. This amazing, beautiful girl. She deserves so much better than me, but I’m selfish and I don’t plan on letting her go.
HANNAH’S P.O.V.
*FROM: Niall Horan <3
I hope so, too. I don’t want her screwing up our date ;)*
I grin wildly at the screen and daydream about what we’ll do on Wednesday. He’s so... I don’t even know how to describe Niall. I don’t really understand how I feel. He just went home and I already want him back. I love talking to him. I love kissing him.
Joe snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Are you going to tell me what happened now?”
“Well, Jessica’s parents came home and we were all there. Mom is going to kill me if she finds out I was with him.”
“I don’t mean that. I mean Niall. Tell me about him.”
“Oh. Well, I- I really like him, Joe.”
“I can see that! For the record, I like him, too.”
I giggle and we turn down my street.
“That means a lot, Joe.”
I see him smile and my knee starts to shake as we pull into my driveway. I scan the front of the house and all the lights are out so I breathe a sigh of relief.
“We need to figure out how to get you there on Wednesday, Hannah.”
I can’t help but smile to think about Joe helping me sneak off to the city for a date with Niall.
“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure my best bet is to stick with a plan Harry and I have.”
He cocks an eyebrow and puts the car in park in front of the house.
“I don’t know how to feel about all this ‘trusting in Harry’. I guess I don’t know the whole story, but-“
“Just trust me, Joe. It’s going to work out. My mom will think we’re getting back together and she’ll let me go anywhere with him.”
“Alright, Hannah. Just- I don’t know. I don’t have anything to say that I haven’t already. I’m tired and you must be too; let’s get you inside, kiddo.”
He opens his door and I gather my things from the seat, sending Niall another message.
*TO: Niall Horan
Don’t worry, I’ve already got a plan ;)*
Joe opens my door and I slip my bare feet out first, holding my shoes in one hand and my purse in the other. He walks me up the steps and unlocks the door for me. When I walk in, I hold my breath, listening closely for any faint noise. Joe pats my shoulder and walks out, shutting the door behind me a bit too loud. I curse him under my breath. I hear movement in the kitchen, followed by a low muttering. A man’s voice.
I instantly freeze. I want to turn around and call Joe back in, but I feel like a concrete slab, unable to move. I see a light turn on in the kitchen and the shadow that follows. Whoever this is, isn’t a burglar or murderer. Does my mom have someone over? I immediately want to puke at the thought. I calm myself down by convincing myself that a criminal wouldn’t be noisily rummaging through our refrigerator. I finally move, stepping one foot in front of the other, slowly approaching the kitchen. I turn the corner, still holding my shoes, purse and phone.
“Dad?”
The familiar man turns to face me, an uneasy grin on his face.
“Hannah Banana. I didn’t think you were gonna come home tonight.”
He puts down a glass of wine and hurries over, wrapping me in a constricting hug. I wiggle around and he finally lets go, ignoring my attempts at escaping his grasp.
“I could say the same for you. What are you doing here? I thought you were in Paris!”
“Well, you don’t seem too happy to see me.”
“Why should I be? Am I supposed to just sit around upset until you come back and then kiss your feet?”
My voice is loud and probably carries through the house, but I don’t care.
“Hannah, calm down. I just want to talk to you-“
“Does mom even know you’re here?”
“Yes, she does. She went to bed and said you were staying at Jessica’s. Can we sit down?”
It pisses me off that he is using such a calm tone with me, like he’s a saint or something. I don’t want to stomp away like a brat, so I sit down in a large wooden chair at our breakfast table. He can’t know how much he’s hurt me.
“Make it quick. I’m tired.”
He chuckles and carries his glass over to the table, sitting across from me nonchalantly.
“I’m not going to France anymore, Hannah.”
My eyes widen and I watch his expression. It’s not apologetic or sad. It’s just matter-of-fact.
“You left her? That woman? I can’t remember her name. Flower or something weird like that.”
“Fleurette.”
He pronounces her name in a terrible French accent.
“And no, I didn’t leave her. She’s going to come live here.”
I drop my fists to the table in exasperation.
“In Old Westbury?”
“No! No, in the city.”
I stand up in a fury, the chair beneath me screeching back.
“What the hell, dad? I was angry and sad that you were leaving, but this... This is so much worse! How could you bring that gold digging little tramp around for everyone to see? Are you
going to make mom meet her, too? I’ll bet she’s my age!”
“Your mom has already met her, Hannah. And she’s in her forties, just like your mother and I.”
I don’t actually care how old she is. He sits coolly, ignoring my name-calling.
“What do you mean, ‘mom met her’?”
“About a month ago. Sweetheart, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but your mom has known about Fleurette for a while now.”
What the hell is he talking about? Why would she have stayed with him if she knew he was having an affair.
“You’re sick.”
He scoffs and sits back, relaxing in his chair. I lean against the table, ready to walk up to my room, until I hear footsteps behind me.
“Arthur? What’s all the yelling about?”
Mom rubs her eyes and looks at me.
“Hannah, why are you home?”
She wraps her robe around her tighter and squints due to the kitchen light.
“I-uh, Harry brought me home.”
Her eyes instantly widen in excitement.
“Harry? You saw Harry again? That’s wonderful!”
“Wonderful? That guy’s a prick.”
Mom gives him a scolding look and I glare, beside myself that my unfaithful father has the nerve to downgrade someone else. We both ignore him, but I’m not done with this subject.
“Can we talk about how you knew dad was having an affair?”
She sighs deeply and rests her hand on my shoulder.
“I figured he told you. Come on, let’s sit.”
I try to think of a reason to deny her request, but I’m way too intrigued to hear this story.
Notes
Hello everyone <3I hope this was a speedy enough update for you! I know a lot happened in this chapter.
Do you think Allison is pregnant? Where did Greg go? What is going on with Hannah's parents?!
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By the way, this is Fleurette :)
@onedirectioninthetardis
Well I love the story...I think it's just fine, but I can't speak for everyone else :D
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