One Month Later
Niall's POV
"Graduation is three months away, and I have no idea what I want to do with my life." I sigh, cringing at the thought of it.
"Well, what is something you are good at?" Dr. Lee asks, pretending to care.
"Getting people pregnant." I watch as the doctor's smile fades.
"Niall, what is something you are actually good at?"
"Uh..." I trail off, looking around at the blue walls. "Being sad, by now I'm an expert." I say sarcastically.
"Niall, seriously, this is your future." She reminds me.
"I wouldn't say I'm good at it, but I love singing."
"Ooh, sing me something." She sits up, and claps her hands.
"No, I'm not a professional or anything-"
"I don't care, just sing." Dr. Lee interrupts me.
"No." I nod my head awkwardly. "I found something I'm good at, not doing what people want me to do." I smile evilly at her.
"Have you heard from your ex-boyfriend recently?" She changes the subject.
"No, he hasn't been at school very often." I scratch the back of my head.
"How come?" She asks.
"He's pregnant." I blurt out without any thought.
"Niall, men can't get pregnant." She laughs at me in disbelief.
"I know, I've never heard of it either..." I smile awkwardly.
"So, why isn't he going?" She asks with a straight face.
"I already told you, he's pregnant." I defend myself.
"Niall, seriously."
My god, why doesn't she believe me?
"He's pregnant." I look directly into her eyes.
"That's not possible, Niall." She laughs at me, still not believing me.
"I didn't think so either, but he is." The doctor stares at me, waiting for me to change my mind.
She pulls out a piece of paper, "Sign here, I'll see you next Friday." I roll my eyes at her, and quickly sign the paper. Without saying anything, I walk out of the room. By now, I know my way all around this place because of how often I am here. After walking through the maze, I make my way to the hallway that leads me out of the building. I look up from the floor to find a man walking in front of me.
I thought no one ever came here.
The man pushes on the door, and holds it for me as I walk past it.
"Niall?" The man lets out, catching my attention.
"Liam, what are you doing here?" I ask as he walks out of the building.
"See you around, Ni." Liam smiles at me, and walks away. I ignore the fact Liam ignored my question, and search the parking lot for my mother's car.
Why is she always late?
I look around, hoping to find my sister.
Where the fuck is she?
After a few minutes of searching, I take out my phone to check the time.
5:22 PM
"Your mother wasn't able to pick you up, so she told me to come and bring you home." A deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up to see my father standing beside me.
"I doubt mum would ever talk to you after what you did to her and Perrie." I shout, losing my confidence. I back away from the man, hoping he won't kill me.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Niall." His voice grows deeper as he walks closer to me. I somehow manage to push my way through the man as I start to run as quick as my feet can bring me. I look behind me, noticing the absence of my father. Suddenly, I feel an immense force hit my left hip, knocking me down on the ground. I lay helplessly on the ground, groaning in pain.
"Oh my God, Niall." I hear someone shout anxiously. I feel strong arms wrap around my waist, pushing me up from the ground. "Are you okay?" The man asks as he holds me up. I place a hand on my hip, and open my eyes to see the man.
"No." I mumble, and close my eyes again. I feel as Liam picks me up off of the ground, and carries me. I open my eyes, and watch as he sets me in the back seat of his car. "Liam." I groan as he slams the door shut. He enters the vehicle, and quickly starts driving away.
"I'm so sorry." He continues to apologize over and over again.
"It was my fault, I wasn't looking." I mumble, trying to sit myself. "Where are you taking me?" I ask, finally getting up.
"The hospital." He whispers, and swallows hard.
"I'm fine, Liam." I reassure him by placing a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to find me sitting up in the seat. He looks forward, and continues to drive.
"Are y-you sure?" His voice shakes.
"Yes." I whisper, ignoring the pain from my hip. "You weren't driving that fast."
"I'm sorry, I've been very stressed lately. I feel bad, do you want anything?"
"No, Liam, I'm fine-"
"Do you want to get something warm to drink, it is cold out." He interrupts me.
"I don't have any money on me-"
"I'll pay." He interrupts me again.
"No, Liam-"
"Just really quick, please? I feel really bad." Liam begs.
"Fine." I groan in pain. After a few minutes, we arrive at a little coffee shop Harry and I used to always go to. He pulls over to the side of the road and parks.
"Do you want to go in with me?" He asks as he exits the vehicle, slamming the door shut before I could answer. He opens my door, and helps me out of the car without waiting for my response. I somehow manage to walk into the shop all by myself. "What do you want, anything specific?" Liam asks me, and helps me sit down in a booth.
"No-"
"Okay, I'll be back." He interrupts me again for the millionth time. I watch as he walks away before I rest my head in my arms on the table.
At least I left before my dad could kill me.
After a few minutes, Liam returns to the booth. I look up from my arms, and find Liam without the drinks.
"Where are the drinks?" I ask irritated with him.
"Harry's going to bring them out when they're ready." Liam says, and takes his phone out from his pocket. I watch as a short man approaches the table with two drinks.
"Here are your drinks." He places them on the table, and sits next to Liam. He looks up, noticing my existence. "Niall? I didn't know you were here." He smiles at me.
"Yeah..." I mutter before taking a sip of my drink. The liquid burns against the back of my throat, but I continue to drink despite the burning.
"Well, it's nice to see you again." Harry smiles widely at me. I awkwardly smile back at him, and look over at Liam to find him staring at me. I look away, hoping he'll stop.
"How was your session?" Harry asks Liam, and swallows a sip of his drink.
"It was okay...I ran into Niall there, literally." Liam nervously laughs. "Are you okay, Niall?" I look up, hold onto my aching hip, and nod my head.
"You ran into Niall?" Harry almost shouts at Liam.
"I wasn't looking where I was going, though." I try to take the blame off Liam.
I don't know why I am helping him, I mean he did hit me, and he doesn't like me. The only reason why he is doing this is because he feels bad for hitting me with his car.
"Yeah, but I was the one that hit you. Are you sure you're okay?" Liam continues to ask.
"I'm fine, Liam." I smile at him before taking another sip of my drink. Eventually, Harry and Liam start having a conversation without me. I decide to tune them out and let them talk, while I sit in the booth probably bleeding internally.
"H-how do you feel?" I stutter, interrupting their conversation.
"Uh, pretty well. I got dizzy once, so I sat down for a few minutes. Other than that, I've been great." Harry smiles, and lays a hand on his stomach. Liam stares at me as he takes a sip of his drink.
"I have to go to work soon, do you want to take my car home or-"
"Liam, I can't drive." Harry reminds him.
"Will you be okay with walking home?" Liam tries to find a solution. Harry nods his head as he takes another sip of Liam's drink. "I don't want you to walk home all alone, though."
"I walk alone all of the time, I'll be fine." Harry complains. I tune out the rest of their argument, and after five minutes they finally stop fighting.
"Niall will walk home with you." Liam gulps down the rest of his drink.
Fuck you, Liam.
"Liam, he probably has to get home-"
"Well, you do need to pick up Mikey from Daphne's. Niall will walk you there, and then hopefully Daphne will give you a ride home." He interrupts Harry. "If Niall doesn't mind-"
"Actually, I have to go-"
"You just hit him with your car, how the hell do you expect him to walk me home?" Harry interrupts the both of us.
"I can give you both a ride home, but I have to go to work..." He trails off, and looks down at his phone. "Right now, I'm going to be late." He stands up from the booth. I watch as Harry gets up, and allows Liam to pass.
"Liam-"
"Bye." Liam interrupts Harry, and walks out of the shop.
"You can go now, if you'd like." Harry offers, and takes off his apron. I scoot my butt towards the end of the booth, and push myself up with the help of the table. I manage to stand up without screaming in pain. I quickly throw my cup into a trashcan close to me.
"Are you sure?" I swallow to stop myself from screaming. I watch as he turns around to face me, showing off his enlarged stomach. He nods, and smiles at me innocently.
He hurt you, Niall, don't fall for him.
"I don't mind walking home with you, I'm just going to be slow." I nervously laugh, ignoring my conscience.
"Where'd Liam hit you at?" Harry asks, walking behind the counter.
"My hip." I breathe out as I walk over to the counter, holding onto my hip. "What time do you get off work?" I ask, leaning part of my body on the counter.
He looks down at his watch, and says, "About ten minutes." I nod my head, and squint my eyes. "Are you going to need help walking?" Harry asks noticing how much pain I am in.
"N-no." I stutter. "Thanks, though."
"I thought you weren't allowed to see me." Harry reminds me.
"Shit, I forgot..." I whisper to myself, forgetting Harry is listening. Harry slightly laughs, causing me to look up at him. "My mum is going to have to deal with it." Harry nods, and walks into what I'm assuming is the kitchen.
Why do I do this to myself?
"Are you ready for the cold?" Harry walks back out from the kitchen with a coat on. I smile awkwardly, realizing that I forgot my coat at home. I slowly head for the door, when the lights are turned off. "Sorry, I have to shut the place down, everyone already left." Harry says, quickly catching up to me. We walk out of the shop, while I wait for Harry to lock the doors. "If you need help, just tell me." The pregnant one offers.
"I'll be fine." I groan still in pain. Harry makes his way in front of me, and looks back to see me struggling.
"You sure?" He teases.
"I'm fine, Harry." I complain. I watch as he waits for me, and slowly walks with me.
"I don't want you to feel bad." He grabs onto my waist, and pulls my hip against his. I groan in pain as he helps me walk faster. "You're going to have to walk faster than that since you don't have a coat." He whispers in my ear.
"I said I didn't need help."
"Well, you lied." He mocks me. I roll my eyes at him jokingly as I hide my freezing hands in my pant pockets. After a few minutes, we arrive at my neighbor's house. Harry quickly knocks on the door, and waits for Daphne to answer it."You can go home now."
"I want to help you." I say, trying to spend more time with him. As much as it hurts to see him, I really missed him.
"It's fine, Niall." He looks down at me, and smiles.
"No, Harry." I shake my head.
"Who's going to take you home-"
"Come in, come in." Daphne interrupts us. Harry slowly walks into the house with me following closely behind. As I enter the home, I feel a sudden rush of heat hit against my skin.
"Hawy!" A little girl shouts, tackling Harry's leg.
"I missed you, Mikey." Harry slightly bends over to play with the child's curly hair.
"She was perfect as usual." Daphne says from behind me.
"Do you need me to pay you now or later-"
"Anytime you are able to. Liam told me that he will have it tomorrow, and he told me to give you a ride home." Daphne sighs. "Get in the car."
"I'm sorry." Harry apologizes, and helps Mikey put her coat on. "I love you, you know that, right?" Harry asks Daphne.
"Mhm." She lets out, and looks over at me. "What are you up to, Horan?"
"I was walking home with Harry." I tell her the truth.
"Your mother has been looking for you."
"I know..." I trail off, and watch as Harry puts Mikey's shoes on. I smile at the thought of Harry being a...mother.
"One more shoe, Mikey. You don't want your piggies to get cold, do you?" He tickles the child, and the sounds of her laughter fill the room. "There you go, ready to go home?" He asks the child. She squeals, and stands up from the floor.
"Follow me." Daphne leads me out of the house. I look behind me to find Harry guiding the child out of the house.
"Brrr!" Mikey shouts, causing Harry to imitate her.
"Quick, into the car!" Daphne joins in, making me feel uncomfortable. I take my seat in the back row, watching Harry help Mikey in beside me.
"Can you buckle her up for me?" Harry asks without waiting for a response. He quickly closes the door, and opens his door to enter the car. I reach over, and buckle the child in the car-seat.
"Hi, Ni-al." Mikey tries to say my name.
"Hi, Mikey, I missed you." I say awkwardly. She giggles at me, and reaches to try to touch Harry's shoulder.
"You could keep walking, you know. You only live two blocks away." Daphne complains as she starts to drive.
"I think Mikey would freeze to death before we would even get off the street, she's so small." Harry reaches his hand to hold onto Mikey's.
"This weather isn't good to walk in, especially since you are pregnant." Daphne reminds Harry. "When are you due?" She asks as she pulls over to the side of the road.
"Soon, very soon. Liam is forcing me to go back to school, though. I'm afraid I am going to give birth at school." Harry unbuckles, and opens the door. I quickly do the same, and close the door. Harry closes the door, and helps Mikey out of the car.
"Well, good luck with that." I hear Daphne say from inside the heated car. I slowly make my way inside of the large apartment building, and grunt my way up the stairs. I make my way to a door, trying to remember if it's the right one.
"You remembered?" Harry asks, getting my attention.
"I guess so, I wasn't sure if it was the other one or not." I scratch the back of my head, awkwardly. Harry pushes past me with Mikey against his hip, and unlocks the apartment door. I follow the two of them into the dark apartment, suddenly realizing that I had no point in coming here. Harry flips the switch, and allows Mikey to run free. I close the door, hoping Harry won't point out that I'm still here. He takes off his coat, and throws it on the floor. He stretches, and turns around to face me. "So, why are you here again?"
"I have no idea." I shrug my shoulders as Harry uses his feet to take his shoes off.
"Well, you can stay the night if you want. I don't see the point in walking back to your house at this time of night." Harry walks over to the couch, and lays himself down on it. I follow him, and sit on the part of the couch where Harry's legs aren't occupying.
"If you don't mind...That would be nice." I lay back, getting comfortable. He smiles at me, and stares at me with tired eyes.
"Bed or couch?" He asks as if we didn't just break up eight months ago.
"Couch."
"Are you sure? You are the one with a hip injury." Harry reminds me of the pain that has been slowly fading away.
"You're the pregnant one." I wink at him. He rolls his eyes at me, and gets up from the couch.
"I was getting comfortable." He complains, and enters a small room. I carefully bend over, and take off my shoes. I lay down on the couch, and try to close my eyes.
"I have to get Mikey to bed, so if you need anything else, just come and get me." I open my eyes to see Harry handing me a pillow and a blanket. I take it from him, and readjust my position. "Goodnight." He shouts walking away from the couch. I lay on the couch, and stare at the ceiling. "You know, I don't know if you're family does this, but it's rude to not say goodnight back." Harry shouts from the other side of the room, turning off the lights.
"Goodnight, asshole." I shout at him as he laughs at me.
"You fucking bitch." He shouts back at me. "Go to fucking bed, you little piece of shit." I laugh at his remark. "I told you to go to fucking bed, was I not clear?"
I place the pillow over my face, trying to prevent him from hearing me laugh. After a few minutes, I calm down and lay it underneath my head. I close my eyes, when it suddenly hits me.

I am sleeping at Harry's house. How the fuck did this even happen?

It's going to happen again, he's going to break my heart again. At least I know it this time.

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