Our Life And One Direction.

Don't Bother to tell me

Makenna's P.O.V

I didn't go back to Mullingar straight away, I knew that was where they would look for me too, unless Harry had decided to take my advice which was unfortunate for me. Instead I went to my home, the home I would always have, back in Holmes Chapil. I stayed with my granny for a few days, my father's mother. It brought back many good but painful memories of my childhood, of my father and of Harry. My granny loved Darcy.

"The wee dote" she would cooe.

Mammy called me god knows how many times to tell me Niamh, Niall, Eleanor, Louis and Liam had been asking but I never told her where I was encase she told them and they came to me. They would never think to look for me in my childhood home. Eventually they stopped asking my where abouts, I assumed Harry had moved on and forgotten all about me and Darcy, or so I thought. I turned on the tv the morning I was heading to Mullingar and the news was on.

Reports are flooding in as suspions arise about One Direction's Harry Styles. The 19 year old has refused to preform at his last 6 shows with the rest of the band. Some accounts say Styles is gravely ill but we have now uncovered that Styles on off girlfriend Makenna Phoenix has left London with their daughter Darcy. Where is Makenna? And is she the reason Harry Styles has cancelled all appearances?

I once again boarded the plane and flew back to Mullingar. Mammy and Lily loved Darcy, just as granny had. I decided to text Niamh.

To Niamh:

Darcy is safe, back home in Mullingar now, miss youns all. Tell Harry to uncancel all appearances and that I love him although maybe not that last part. Makenna.

From Niamh:

Miss you too, take care, look after Darce. I'll tell him. He really misses you Makenna.

To Niamh:

I miss him too but I can't tie him down just because we have Darcy

From Niamh:

Maybe he wants to be tied down to you and Darcy.

To Niamh:

It's just best for all of us. Bye.

I missed London terribly, I missed Zayn, Liam, Eleanor, Louis who was like a brother to me, Niall who was one of my best friends, Niamh my bestfriend ever but most of all I missed Harry. Harry, the love my life, father of my child and the boy who had broken my heart so many times.

The most shocking thing that happened came through the form of a text from Louis.

From Louis:

Niamh and Niall are engaged, thought you knew sorry! hope you come over to congratulate them in person! Harry really misses you, come back Makenna! We all miss you and Darce.

I couldn't believe Niamh didn't tell me! Although we hadn't spoken. I guessed my plan was working, and it sucked.

Niamh's P.O.V

The days passed, as I fell into the routine of the press interviews about the whereabouts of Makenna. 

"So, Where is Makenna?"

"Visiting some relatives." I smiled, slightly.

"So, there's only the Irish Belle and Louis' El in the prescence of the band then?"

"Yes." I said, tossing my hair.

I hated interviews. Niall was here though. He said that this was a press release for the band's tour. I was being placed on the spot, and refrained from wrinkling my nose, due to the fact Niall had placed his hand in mine, and had been whispering encouragement in my ears. 

I missed Kenna. And Darcy. I hadn't even told her about the engagment. Wow, Engagement. It sounds somewhat proper and regal. I'd told everyone else. I guess I was still a bit angry about the whole situation. The fact that she'd left Harry to mourn, and the fact that we had no idea where she was. Short and convenient texts were all me and El got, she didn't even talk to Niall. Tonight, Eleanor and I were having a sleepover at mine, and Niall was having a poker night with the boys. It was a little party after the all day drinking session on my birthday, that led to nothing but bitter puke and pale and vague appearances. Tonight would be spent talking about everything and everyone, and I couldn't help wish that Makenna would be joining us. 

I sat up straight. Crap, I think someone'd asked me a question. I looked helplessly at Niall, and he laughed. "Niamh was daydreaming." He whispered to Liam, who sat on the other side of him. I longed to scowl, but I knew I had to keep up appearances, I don't want publicity, but I can't stop it, and I don't want the bad kind. 

"Where's Harry?" A reporter asked.

"He's at a meeting today." Louis said quickly.

"So, Makenna definately hasn't done a runner?"

"No, she has most definately not!" Niall said, banging his hand on the table, as a lone tear slipped from my eye. 

"I think this has been enough." Zayn whispered, taking a glance at me. I knew I was being a baby. But, when Harry wasn't there to see me, I didn't have to put on the supportive front. She was my best friend, and she left me. Like Niall did, three years ago. 

We got outside.

"Niamh, are you-" Liam started,

"Fine." I said, placing my lips in a shaky smile.

"You don't have to be a grown up all the time." El whispered, linking her arm through mine.

"She...she left." Was all I could stutter, before I got in the car with El. Then the floods of tears arrived. I was glad Niall had to go to a meeting, I couldn't let him see me cry, again. Why had she done this to me? To us?

"It kills me inside." El told me.

"Darcy's my godchild. Don't I have rights to know her whereabouts?" I sobbed into El's arm. 

She wiped away my tears.

"Niamh. It's her desicion to make. Makenna's a big girl. We're going to stay at home tonight, watch the movies we bought, and eat food. A lot of food, and drink full sugar coke, and be girls. Not women, just girls. Because in four months.."

"I will be Niamh Horan." I gulped.