Disastrous

Fifty

*very important authors note concerning the future of this story at the end of the chapter. And just a reminder that I had to blank some words out or put different letters so the chapter wouldn't be p r i v a t e*

I awoke with a gut-wrenching grin and tingles in the pit of my belly. Rolling over with my smile displayed vibrantly, I gazed at a happily asleep Niall with love struck eyes like a teenager in love. I suppose I sort of was, as we never really did get to fully experience that type of 'ooey-gooey' love stuff.

Moving silently like a panther, I carefully moved as not to wake Niall. A snore erupted from his mouth and I pressed my hand to my mouth to hold back a giggle, my toes touching the cold floor. I crept quietly across the floorboards, pausing and leaping slightly to skip a particular board I knew was very squeaky.

Holding my breath as the old boards still did squeak in protest a bit, I carefully peered around, praying he was still asleep. My breath was slowly let out as I watched him twitch slightly, but sleep still overcame him.

Exiting the room safely, I closed the door behind me and went to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and relieving myself, I went to the kitchen to make tea, and when it got a little later I'd get ready to go to the hospital. It was only 7 now and I knew Niall wouldn't be up for a while, but I didn't want to leave without him.

The rain misted silently outside as I peered out the window, sipping my tea with my eyes locked on the busy streets. I had craved to be a part of that everyday cluster, to be amongst the school girls walking at a fast pace with infinity scarves and earbuds in on their way to school. I was supposed to go to NYU, but things fell through and I ended up working instead, and now, I was having my second baby. It seemed like a lifetime away when I was planning on getting a degree and then possibly going back home, but everything had changed so suddenly.

I sighed and rubbed my swollen belly, my bare legs rubbing together subconsciously. My toes were freezing as I finally turned away from the curtain and finished my tea, going back to the kitchen to wash my cup.

It felt so lonely now in this apartment...so dark and traumatizing. Just standing in the kitchen brought back such painful memories that embedded themselves in my brain and refused to leave. All I could remember was the smashing of bottles, glass and alcohol littered across the floor messily and the pain I felt as I ran straight through it, desperate to get to Niall, so angry I was destructive and crazy.

I remember screaming bloody murder at him, pounding his chest black and blue, crying my absolute soul out. But in the midst of all that I remember how he was there, how he stayed and put up with my bullshit, how I stayed for as long as I could bare and put up with his. But he didn't give up. He was stronger than I ever was.

Niall let me physically and emotionally hurt him, he took the harsh words I threw at him and he still stood by my side. He aided to not only the physical wounds I endured by stupidly traipsing into a warpath of glass, but to the seemingly un-mendable brokenness of my fractured heart and bruised ego.

Turning away from the kitchen I still dreaded to look at, I walked back down the hallway as Niall was walking out of the bathroom. He was rubbing a small towel across his freshly shaven face, his eyes still tired and droopy. I smiled broadly and strutted straight to him, throwing my arms around his neck.

He chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around my hips, pressing his soft lips to the top of my head before lifting my feet off the ground. I squealed in surprise but wrapped my legs around his waist, burying my face into the groove of his neck and pressing long, slow kisses to the vein bulging there.

"Goodmornin', baby" Niall hummed, his fingers squeezing under my bum. He crawled into bed with my body wrapped around him, and laid me down beneath him. My lips were acquainted with his in a sweet kiss, his lips lingering after a few quick pecks. I smiled against his warm mouth as his nose pressed against mine, the bed sheets cool against my bare skin as Niall pressed his body between my thighs.