Stuck With Me {A Niall Horan / Harry Styles Fan Fiction}

Chapter 21

NIALL'S POV

"OUT!!!!!!! OOOOOUUUUUUUTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!" Mary and I sat up with a jolt to find ourselves staring at a very red-faced employee. "OUT OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!" We scramble up from the couch, throwing on our clothes and grabbing Logan. We slip by the lady, who looks at us with disgust. We rush out of the store laughing, with the lady screaming behind us, "YOU ARE BANNED FOREVER!!!"

We finally slow down a few blocks away, and enter a Starbucks. Still in shock, we order coffee and sit down at table far away from the windows. It was silent and awkward as we waited for our drinks. Mary left to change Logan, so for a while the tension was relieved. As I wait for our drinks, I notice a girl staring at me through the window. I look at her strangely, wondering why she was looking at me.

Then I remembered. I was a celebrity. She screamed, "IT'S NIALL HORAN!" My eyes widen, and I notice people on the street stopping and staring. Then they're right in front of me, a huge crowd staring at me excitedly. Finally they remember that there's a door, and rush into the coffee shop, surrounding me. 

I had to get out of there. Nervously, I glance at the bathrooms, hoping to wait out the crowd long enough for Mary to get back. I smile sweetly, hugging girls as I wait. Then I decide I couldn't wait any longer. The crowd was getting thicker by the moment. "Sorry ladies, but I really have to go," I say, standing up and shoving through the crowd.

Once I'm free I make a break for it, running down the street.

MARY'S POV

I exit the bathroom with Logan, and I look to see that Niall was gone. Where did he go? Feeling disappointed and sad. I strap Logan in her stroller and start the walk back to the apartment. I didn't even care now if people saw me. I was hurt that Niall had ditched me. When I make it back to the hotel, I don't speak to anyone, not even Zayn, who smiles at me. I shut myself in my room with Logan and my phone.

As I'm on Twitter, trying to distract myself, my phone rings. It's Josh. He  had been calling me earlier in the week, but had given up. I was lonely, so I answered. "Yeah?" I ask.

"Mary! Finally, you answered. Where have you been? Where are you? Please talk to me, Mary. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Josh says in a flurry of words.

"Josh. . ." I say. "you cheated on me. With some girl you don't even know! I thought I meant more to you than that." I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

"Mary," Josh begins, his voice soft and rough. "You have to understand. I thought you broke up with me. When you left. Please understand. Please come home. I love you, and we can still raise a family together. It's not too late."

I crinkle my face, choking back a sob as I realize something. "No, Josh. It is too late. Too late for us." I hang up and curl up into a ball on my bed, sobbing. I'm jolted awake a few hours later.

"Mary, Mary," Someone shakes me awake.

"Wu-uh?" I mumble, smacking my lips and opening my eyes. Then I realize I'm staring straight into Louis' eyes. I sit up. "Louis, what's wrong?"

His eyes are wide and panicky, darting back and forth. He drags me to my feet. "Put your shoes on! Cate's in labor, we have to go to the hospital!"

I seriously considered telling him I didn't care one bit about the well-being of the mother of his child, but I decided that that wouldn't be the nicest thing in the world to do. So I rush to get on my shoes , get Logan, and follow Louis out the door to where the rest of the boys - including Niall, are waiting anxiously. 

The only spot left was right next to Niall, so I had no choice but to sit next to him as we zoom off, Logan at my feet in her little seat. After a few minutes of silence and Louis hyperventilating, Niall whispers to me, "Hey, sorry for leaving you at the coffee place, a mob of girls found me and I had to split."