"How was work?" I mumble, glancing up at Niall as he walks through the front door. "How's the album coming along?"
He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up and walking over. "It's coming along fine."
"That's good," I murmur and flick my eyes back over to the TV. "What are your hours for tomorrow?"
"Just a few hours in the morning, why?"
"I haven't really seen you," I turn my body towards him, leaning against his side. "I'm not complaining, I know this is your job, but it would be nice to see you, expessially considering we're getting married."
"I'm sorry love, how 'bout tomorrow when I get home we spend the rest of the day together, just you and me." I smile, leaning forward and kissing him.
"Hey Ni," I pull back, concerned. "Have you been stealing lip gloss?"
His face goes from worried to slight amusement. "No," He shrugs it off. "You left your lip gloss in my car a couple days ago, and on my way home my lips were chapped, so I thought lip gloss might have the same effect as chapstick... but it doesn't."
I nod and sit up straighter. "Makes sense, sounds like something you would do. What do you want for dinner?"
"Whatever you want sounds good to me," He kisses my shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower." He hops up, skipping every other step as he jogs upstairs. Once I hear the door shut I jump up from the couch and grab my phone, dialing someone's number that I know will tell me the truth.
"Hello?" Gotcha
"Hey Li it's y/n." I hear some mumbling in the background.
"Yeah, hey y/n what's up?"
"Were you and the guys working on the album today?" I nibble on my lip, nervous to hear his response.
"No why?" Fuck.
"No reason, I was just wondering, I'll talk to you soon." I hang up and grab my jacket and bag. I slip my shoes on and spin around. I notice Niall left his phone on the coffee table.
Would it be wrong of me to go through it? Absolutely
Do I give two shits at the moment? Absolutely not.
I grab his phone quickly and run towards the door. Once outside the apartment, I take the elevator up to the roof where Niall and I recently placed a small movable fireplace and some lawn chairs.
Taking a seat in the chair I claimed mine, I unlock his phone and click on his messages. Everything looked alright except for one name came up that... I didn't recognize.
Mae❤
Da fuq? Why is there a heart next to her name? I click on their messages and literally feel my heart break on the spot. Them together are literally relationship goals.
They're sweet.
They sext. I did not read any of it.
He... He tells her how much he loves her. I don't even remember the last time he told me he loves me. Then I notice something that made my blood start to boil.
Morning sexy, can't wait t see u !! I'll be there in a bit.
So I did what any engaged crazy woman would do.. I called her.
She picked up after a ring. "Hey babe what's up?"
"Who is this?" I ask, nonchalantly.
"Mae, and who is this? Why do you have my boyfriends phone?" Boyfriend.
"Why do you have my fiancés number?" There was no sound on the other end, so I'm left to assume she's thinking.
"Fiancé? Wait, what? Niall's not engaged!"
"Oh, but hunny he really is. My names Y/n. I've been with Niall for almost six years, and we've been engaged for nearly a year, and just so you know I haven't even told Niall yet, but I'm pregnant. So who the fuck are you, and why are you sexting my fiancé?"
"He- he cheated-" she mumbles, almost to quiet for me to hear. "Oh my god, Y/n I'm so sorry. He told me you two were over when he asked me out!"
"When did he ask you out?"
"This coming Saturday would be our one month."
I'm one month pregnant.
"He- um. You him haven't-"
"No," She says calmy. "We haven't had sex, even though I begged, oh hunny I begged, but he just wouldn't give in."
"But- but the texts, you and him-"
"Words are just words," She calmly says. "He never goes past first base. He cries whenever we kiss, and tells me how worthless he is for doing this, but he never tells me what's going on."
"Well," I wipe the tears that began to build up in my eyes and cough. "You- you can have him."
"No Y/n, he made a mistake! He needs to be there! Not only for you, but for your baby."
"He doesn't need to know about my baby." I seeth.
"Tell him."
"Why would I listen to the woman that madeout with my fiancé?"
"Because I know what it's like to not grow up with father figure, it sucks. Take my advice and do not let that baby grow up not knowing who Niall is. It'll be absolute hell."
I think for a moment, nibbling on my lip. "I'll stay if he admits to everything and you two stop talking, but he's going to have to earn everything he's lost."
"Do you want me to call and tell him to loose contact."
"No," I snap. "He'll call you, and I'll be right there listening to everything."
"Okay, sorry again."
"It's okay, you had no idea."
"You're a cool woman, thank you for not freaking out. Thank you for being so understanding."
"Oh hunny, trust me in mind I'm blowing up your head."
"Understandable." I hang up packing his phone into my back pocket and walking towards the elevator.
