[COMPLETE] When Abby Miller meets Niall Horan - a famous boy band member, and has a one night stand with him, she never expected herself to be pregnant with his baby.
Pregnant, on the road and exploring the world, what could go wrong?
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Abby Miller Light penetrated through my closed eyes as a rigid noise buzzed and made a bunch of noise, making me gasp awake and sit up. I rub my eyes to rid any sleep, looking at the bedside table to see my phone plugged in and my alarm for 5am going off.
Tour day.
I reach over and turn it off, I stretch and sling my legs over the bed. My mind goes to last night and how I was with Niall. Did I fall asleep and he brought me here? Is he still here?
Questions circle my mind all morning as I get out of bed and shuffle towards the bathroom to take a quick shower to wash my hair. When I got out, I wrapped a towel around me to brush my teeth with the spare toothbrush considering mine was packed in my suitcase already.
Niall was coming at 6 so I had about 45 minutes to wake up and do what I want. When I moisturised, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and blow drying it, I finally went back to my room to get changed.
I settled for grey sweat pants and hoodie. I was so pre occupied in my shower I didn't realised I wasn't bloated and this was my actual bump size. I look dow at it and grin, my cheeks burning.
I threw my hair up in a messy bun before I slide my converses on and grabbing my phone. When I was done, I went to the kitchen to make me and this baby some food because I was hungry. I went with avocado on toast with slat and pepper because that was just - yum.
I mashed the avocado as the toast was in the , keeping an eye on the time as I did so. After mashing the avocado, I went on my phone and saw some messages.
Mom: niall horan? the famous one? this one?
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Dad: a pop star? really?
Dad: being pregnant is bad enough but the father of it-
Dad: don't bother coming home from the tour.
I roll my eyes and keep scrolling but see nothing but snapchat and Instagram notifications so I ignore them. After breakfast, there was about 10 minutes I had before Niall would pick me up and take us to the busses.
Their first show was tonight.
I was excited and nervous for them and I'm just going to be in the audience somewhere, pretending to be a pregnant fan or Niall's brother's pregnant friend.
I just went on my phone as I sat on the bar stools, waiting for 6am to arrive. "Hey bitch," Emma cusses, walking in the door.
"Hey you," I smile and get up.
"So...on tour...pregnant...what's next?" she hugs me.
"I don't know...my parents hate me," I shrug.
"You're mom knows?"
"Yep, even found out it was Niall, Niall and yeah,"
"Oh," she says, lifting my hoodie up. "It's so cute," she places her hand on the bump; my skin pricking at her small touch from her cool hand.
