the accident || n.h ✔

Chapter 15

Harry Styles
"Styles!" Simon bangs on my door making me gasp awake, Louis groaning. "Where's Horan?" he snaps.

"I'm his room?" I rasp.

"No he's not," he looks angry.

"Why would I know where he is?" I rub my eyes.

"Because he's your band member?"

"Yeah well, I'm not Niall's keeper and I don't have to be up for another hour so..." I fall back in the comfortable bed, Louis throws his small arm over my chest before nuzzling into me.

"He better not be when with that girl," he grits, "she keeps getting in the fucking way," he mutters. "And what have I told you about sharing a hotel room?!"

"Fuck off!" Louis growls.

"I'm going to kill that girl all together," he grits. "You'll be next," he slams the door closed.

"He'll kill you!" I shout, hearing him cuss under his breath.

Simon just needs to..let go and understand that he can't keep shutting Abby out. Fucking idiot - if you think he's not going to talk to the girl who's carrying his baby then he needs a serious lesson.

Abby Miller
My eyes stay closed, Niall's hand around my bump and spooning me from behind. I did put clothes on after last nights events even though it was only my hoodie and underwear but it was something.

3 massive bangs on the door makes me snap my eyes open with a gasp, Niall shooting his head to the door. "Um," he rasps.

Holy fuck that voice.

"I'll get it," he gets up, wearing what he was yesterday at his show.

"Niall fucking Horan," Simons voice floods my ears only making me roll my eyes and cover my full body with the covers that smell like his cologne.

"Simon?" he rasps again. "Why are you here?" he rubs his eyes.

"I'm looking for you," he snaps. "Why are you in here?"

"I was with Abby?" he questions more than answers.

"No shit, get your ass back to your own room," he scoffs.

"No," he straight up says.

"Remember what happens if you-"

"Say no to you? Well guess what," he clears his throat. "If I want to spend the night with Abby and my babi- baby," he clears his throat, covering that up quickly. "Then you have to let me, she wasn't at our show last night because you, wouldn't let her and now your kicking me out of her room on our free day, fuck off Simon," he scoffs.

I fold the duvet over my and sit up, meeting eyes with Simon. "Don't forget you have a interview today, you let slip of the pregnancy, you wish it was never made," he threats making my lips part. He gives me a frightening glare, rolls his eyes and stomps his way away from the door, Niall closing it and coming back over to me.

"Fuck you Simon!" Niall slams the door. "What a dick head," he groans.

"Well I'm up now," I throw my head back in the pillow.

"Me too," he huffs. "Wanna go get coffee?" he offers.

"I mean..." I look at my stomach.

"Are you allowed coffee?"

"Only a small amount," I smile sheepishly.

"Wanna go to Starbucks then?" he sits up.

"Niall, we can't be seen together," I widen my eyes.