“Well, what do I do Perrie?” “Are you SURE you’re pregnant?” “Yes, I just took the test.” “Then TELL him.” “That’s not something to bring up on Skype.” “Then tell him after the wedding. Just explain why you waited.” “Fine, thanks.” “No problem babe, see you later.” I hung up, still in shock. How on EARTH was I going to tell Niall that I was pregnant, he’s 19… he’s not ready to be a dad. Crap! Note… I ripped open today’s letter.
Princess, today is your last day before you leave for Mullingar. After that, 3 more days and I’ll be there for you. Today, you get to do whatever you want, lay about the flat, go out; just don’t hang out with guys. (sorry, but I’m overprotective). Um, don’t forget to pack ”stuff”. ( I know it’s about that time) Anyways, have fun today… and the key to the flat is taped on the inside of Grease. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you, God I miss you. No matter what, it’ll always be you and me. I love you more than Liam, although he disagrees. I wish that I had something here with me, I mean, you have a whole closet of stuff that smells like me, plus my cologne and aftershave… and I have nothing but my phone and Skype. I feel like time is going slowly on purpose, just to torture me. I love you more than I love me Nando’s (Liam said to tell you he loves you more than chocolate). This is getting kind of repetitive, so… I’ll Skype you later and I hope that you’re ok, not just lying and saying you’re ok. I love you Princess. – xx Nialler I. Am. Screwed. I have no idea what to do. Every guy says it’s forever until they hear something they don’t like. This is BAD!! Not to mention what Liam will do.

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