Our Life And One Direction.

Every Time We Touch

Makenna P.O.V

I couldn't believe it. Harry, Harry Styles wanted me, wanted this baby. Our baby. I felt happy when I thought about a little baby Styles running around the place. But for the first few months nothing really happened baby wise. I often pretended I was sick and took Liam and Harry with me to leave Niall and Niamh for some alone time. Niamh was grateful and I think Niall was too. He came into my room one day and lay on the bed beside me. "Mornin' Nialler" I yawned

"Mornin' Makie" he smiled at me. I got up, walked over to the mirror and lifted my top up to examine my tummy. Niall was the one I wasn't frightened of being in my room when I did this every morning. He always came in to check on me around this time, soon followed by Liam.

"Where's Liam?" he asked

"Gone to get me some caramel frappacinno from Starbucks, why?"

"I want to talk to you while I have you alone"

"Ok fire away Nialler"

"I.. I think I love Niamh" I jumped on him a hugged him tight.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"

"Do you think she feels the same way?"

"You're the inNiallator! You can get any girl you want! And yes. I know for a fact she feels the same way" I winked at him. He smiled brightly and looked at me a grin on his face.

"What?" I asked him

"Baby Styles is starting to show" he said pointing to the slight bump. Liam walked in carrying my frappacinno.

"What's this about baby Styles?" He asked setting down the frappacinno beside the bed.

"Makenna is starting to show" Niall said "I don't think she'll be able to tour for much longer"

Niall didn't tell Niamh how he felt about her for a few weeks and neither did I, it was his job to do it not mine. By the time he decided to tell Niamh how he felt, I was getting increasingly larger. Harry said he didn't care what I looked like because I was carrying our baby, the best thing that ever happened to him. But I couldn't help but wonder was Harry lying to me. He was Harry Styles, famous womanizer, and I was just a normal girl from Mullingar who happened to be carrying his unborn child. But the rest cared for me like I was the child.

"Careful Makenna!" Louis called helping me down the stairs

"Don't sit there it's not good comfort wise" Zayn told me

"You shouldn't drink that, it's full of sugar" Eleanor informed me.

It was nice to know that they cared and even though Niall didn't show it I know he cared too. He'd check on me every morning to see if I'd got bigger, help my down the stairs and up the hall, get me my breakfast, prop my pillow and do anything I asked. He was my best friend, along with Niamh. Niamh did the same sort of stuff for me as well but helped me with things I couldn't manage as a girl, like painting my toenails and helping pick out my clothes, doing my hair and make-up. But by far the most protective was Liam. He knew everything I wanted without me asking for it. He'd check on me at night and help me to the bathroom if I needed him to hold back my hair. He'd look under cushions to check nothing was under them, he cleaned the house constantly for fear of germs. But he was empty. With me and the others he was bright, open, his smile oozed with love and care, but when Harry showed up his mood changed automatically. He became empty, cold and never looked Harry in the eye, strange.

Niamh's P.O.V

The days got much longer for Kenna. She was getting moodier. "I won't be able to take the baby on tour Niamh." She said, rubbing her bump.

"I know, you can stay at home. Me and El'll stay."

"I don't need you. Anyway, we were here to be there their opening act.  You need to be there, for Niall."

"He's a big boy, he can get himself his own girlfriend to do that shizz."

"Well I'm a big girl. I'm sorry Niamh, but I don't need you and El to babysit me while harry's at concerts. Why even bring it up?"

"You brought it up Makenna." 

"Oh, Did I?" She'd asked.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry Niamh."

"About what?"

"All this stupid crap, I'm putting you through. I'm so worried about you niamh."

"Why are you worried?"

"Because it's been four months, and he still hasn't told you how he feels."

"Feels about what?" I asked, frowning.

"Oops." Makenna said, covering her mouth, as Niall entered.

"How do you feel Niall?" I'd asked him, tucking the flustered strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Hungry. Is there any muffins left?" He'd asked.

"I mean, about me."

"About you? Wait, Makkie, can I speak to you in private?" He said, and nodded Makenna's direction. I got up, and left the room.

I stood outside.

"Did you get chucked out?" Eleanor asked me, laughing.

"Sort of. But I know they're talking about me."

I couldn't hear, it was no use. What was going on there?