I Wish

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

~Niall's Point Of View~

"I know." I said as a tear fell from my eye. "I'm sorry."

     The look of fear in her eyes was unbearable. I pulled her into a hug as she cried harder and harder, breaking my heart. She cried into my chest as we stood in the women's washroom. It ripped me apart knowing I wouldn't be there when my first baby was born. My very first child! And I wouldn't be there. I was actually quite mad at myself knowing she'd have to go through that alone.

Eleanor opened the door of the bathroom a bit. "Are you guys okay in here?"

Ayley broke my hug and wrapped her arms around Eleanor.

"I don't know what to do." I heard her whisper to Eleanor.

"Niall, honey, could you give us a minute?" Eleanor asked.

"Sure."

"I'm scared." I heard Ayley say as Eleanor soothed her and I left the bathroom.

     I walked back to the table, wiping tears from my eyes. I didn't want to be seen crying in front of everybody.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up such a touchy subject." Matt offered.

"It's alright, I needed to tell her eventually."

"Is she alright?"

"She's torn up but she'll be okay."

"I'm sorry."

I nodded. I just wanted the subject to change.

I sat down at a table beside Harry and Emma and tried to calm down.

     About five minutes later, Eleanor came out of the bathroom with her arms around Ayley whose face was buried in Eleanor's shoulder.

"I'm gonna take Ayley back to the hotel, alright?"

"Should I come?" I stood up.

"I think you'd better stay, hun."

"Kay." I sat back down beside Harry.

     Eleanor smiled sympathetically and, holding Ayley's hand, walked out the door and once she'd hailed a cab, they were gone.

"I'm gonna go." I said.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Somewhere where they serve alcohol."

"Are you sure, man?"

"Yea."

"Alone?"

"Yea."

"I don't think you should-"

"I feel like my girlfriend and the mother of my unborn child just broke up with me and never wants to talk to me again. That's how I feel. Okay?"

"Exactly, that's why I don't want you-"

"I'll be fine! Shit, I'm not a child!"

I got up and walked away.

     As I stood on the side of the street waving my hand in the air and unsuccessfully hailing a taxicab, I started crying again. It truly was just flat out wrong that I wouldn't be there for the birth. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

     A cab finally pulled over beside me and I got in the back seat and I put my face in my hands.

"Where to, man?" The driver asked me.

"I don't know, somewhere that serves alcohol."

He turned around and looked at me.

"You alright, brother?"

"Do you really want to know?" I lifted my head showing him my beat red face, bloodshot eyes, and rivers of tears running down my cheeks.

He didn't say anything so I put my head back in my hands.

"Just go, please."

"Okay, somewhere that serves alcohol."

"Thank you."