Our Life And One Direction.

Holiday Surprises

Makenna's P.O.V

The next few weeks were spent lounging in the sun. On our last morning I woke to Harry staring at me.

"Hey, you know it's kinda creepy to watch people sleep" I laughed, yawning

"Not when it's me watching you"

"And how's that Mr Styles?"

"Because I love you" he said smiling at me. He leaned in and his lips brushed against mine.

"Still sorta creepy" I whispered, laughing quietly. "Go back to sleep love, I'll wake you later" I kissed his forehead and climbed out of bed and ran to wake Niamh. She wasn't in her bed so I went to find her. She was sitting alone in the kitchen. I sneaked up behind her and covered her eyes

"Guess who" I laughed

"hmmmm, that's a hard one to guess" she laughed, peeling my fingers from her eyes. I hugged her and made breakfast.

"What time is it?" I asked her

"umm, 7.30" she said checking the clock.

"Okay" Niamh and I had decided to eat leftover chicken from last night's dinner. Niamh took a few bites and stopped. She gagged and put her hand over her mouth. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bathroom. I fetched a washcloth and soaked it with warm water and then held back Niamh's hair. I washed her face with the warm cloth and rubbed her back.

"Hey Niamh, how many days has it been since the wedding"

"20" she answered automatically. I started doing the math in my head, adding up the number of days.

"I think I've got food poisoning" she sighed before turning back to gag again. No, this wan't like food poisoning.

"I'll be back in 2 seconds okay!" I shouted to her. I raced down the hallway into my room. I searched through my bag until I found what I was looking for. 

"Makenna?" Harry asked, starting to wake up

"Go back to sleep love, I was just getting something"

"Okay" he sighed as he drifted off again. I ran back to Niamh and tossed her what I had fetched.

"What's this?" she asked confused.

"Niamh, you don't have food poisoning....... I think you're....... well Niamh.... I think you're pregnant"

"WHAT!" she screamed.

"Keep your voice down!" I hissed at her. "You should take a test just to be sure"

I left her alone for a few minutes. I got dressed while I waited. I put on my hollister shorts and a turquoise shirt. I ran back up the hall and into the bathroom. Niamh sat on the toilet lid tapping her foot impatiently.

"What will I tell Niall if it's positive" she asked me

"Niamh, Niall loves you and he will no matter if you had forty million eyes and green skin and I'm sure he'll love you more if he hears you're pregnant with his baby" I smiled as she laughed at me "And you're married so he's not going no where! He'll love your baby, whether you have one now or in 12 years time"

"Thanks Makenna" she smiled.

"Do you want to check it now?" I asked her

"I'm too scared you check! And anyways, you know how these things work" she grinned. I laughed at her, even when scared Niamh still managed to be sarcastic. I picked up the test and looked at it, then back to Niamh.

"Well?" she asked

"Niamh Horan, be prepared for an emotional rollercoaster ride, because you're pregnant"

Niamh's P.O.V

"Shit!" I said, throwing the stupid test on the floor and stomping on it

"I can't tell him, ohgod, he'll hate me, ohgod!" I said, throwing up again.

He wouldn't want a baby. It's Niall. Stupid, insecure, sweet, Niall. He wants to wait. I know that. I can't tell him, not yet. He has his tour next week,  and they'll be gone, and I don't think I could let him worry about his pregnant newly-wed at home.

"How's this even possible?" I questioned.

"Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much-"

"You know I didn't mean that."

"I know. The walls are very thin."

"MAKENNA!" I squealed.

I looked in the mirror. My skin was practically grey, and my hair was all tangled. I felt horrible.

"Niamh, love, where are you?" Niall called, and I grabbed the test and hid it in the bin.

I gave Makenna a look that said, Please, don't say.

I exited the bathroom, and saw Niall. I smiled. There was a child inside me. Niall's child, and even If he didn't know, I knew, and It was amazing. A little girl or boy, Our little girl or boy.

But he's a celebrity. He doesn't need me. He doesn't need this.

He lifted me and spun me around. "You're up early." He whispered, "Are you okay, babe?"

"Fine." I muttered, moving away.

"What's wrong?"

"I had some bad chicken."

"There's no such thing as bad chicken, Niamh."

"Trust me, I think I puked my guts out. I think I'll shower. I need to go talk to makenna though.

I went to Makenna and Harry's room, and checking that harry was gone, closed the door.

I burst into floods of tears.