Niall’s POV

Elena tossed and turned all night, she punched me in the face, and then I was awake. I wanted to wake her but she looked so exhausted. I knew she was thinking about everything that she could possibly do wrong. A part of me wanted nothing to do with a baby, but another part of me said to suck it up. Elena was my princess, and whatever she’s going through, I have to help her with. I’m really overprotective, especially now. I jumped out of the bed, I needed to think. Elena moved slightly, but I grabbed my backpack and headed for me mum.

I got on the first plane to Ireland, not caring that no one knows where I am. After driving to my own home, I hop out of the car, and fall into my mother’s arms, sobbing. She rubs my back and tries to calm me down. After a cup of tea, I told her everything, excluding the fact that I almost died. She nodded, and sat back, trying to think of the right motherly thing to say to this.