He walks into our bedroom, a white towel hung loosely among his hips. "How was your shower?" I ask, switching off the tv and turning over, seeing as he's pulling on a pair of sweats.
"Relaxing, cleansing. Exactly what I needed." He climbs into the bed laying on his side, facing me.
"So," I start, sitting up and pulling my sweater closer to my body. "I talked to Liam today-" His eyes widen as he sits up. "-And he said that albums coming along great, the only concerning part is that he also told me that you guy's aren't actually working on it this week."
Niall stares at me, awaiting my reaction. I pull his phone out of my pocket jiggling it between my fingers. "I'd say I hope you don't get mad that I went through your phone, but at this point I don't care."
"Y/n I-"
"If you tell me what you did," I cut him off. "I won't go. If you promise not to ever speak to her again, I won't go. But if a lie even comes out of your mouth, or you don't tell me something I'll leave and you will never hear from me again."
"I thought you were going to leave," He mumbles, and places his head on his legs. "You had been so distant, and- and I got a terrified, so I went to the bar with some friends and I kinda just-"
"You hooked up with someone."
"No," He says sternly. "We never had sex, I told her no."
"Yeah she mentioned that along with how much she begged."
"And so one morning I called her up and told her we needed to talk. We had met the night previous and I wanted to make sure she knew that I'm engaged and everything that had happened was a mistake," He looks up. "And then she went insane, absolutely psycho. I haven't seen her since that morning."
Furrowing my eyebrows together, I glance over confused. "Wait, when was this?"
"A month ago, why?"
"I just talked to her on the phone, she said you've been together since that night. That you've been going to see her every morning since you've met."
Confused and worried he grabs his phone from my hand dialing a number. "What did you do?" He hissed, getting up and pacing around. "No! You fucking lied to my fiancé! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
He stops for a moment grasping his lips between fingers. "No! You're crazy! Stop messaging me, and leave my fiancé alone! No, I hear from you again and I will be calling the police you crazy psychotic bitch!" He hangs up his phone and leans forward onto the bed.
"What the hell was that?" I ask, dumbfounded.
"Y/n, listen to me! She's absolutely insane!"
"You're the one who fucked her!"
"We didn't fuck! I may have kissed her, but I was drunk as hell and lonely!"
"Oh, you were lonely?" I ask, sarcastically. "You were so lonely that you decided to leave me at home in bed alone, to go to a bar and drown out all your sorrows, and complain about your life to any stranger that'll listen? Wow, that was some great thinking! Now I don't know who to believe and we may have A CRAZY PERSON AFTER US!" I huff, laying back and rubbing my head. "This is not good for my baby." I mumble and look over at Niall in hope that he might of heard me. He didn't.
"Maybe we can stay at my parent's." He says.
"Oh so I'm not safe in my own home?"
"I never said that!"
"No, but saying we should stay at your parents is basically saying we aren't safe here."
"I know what it means!"
"So you just lied to me?"
"No! I misunderstood myself."
"Figure this out, and then give me a call." I stand up grabbing my bag, jacket, keys, and phone.
"Where are you going?" He asks, and grabs my arm softly.
"Niall, I just said all this worrying isn't good for the baby." My eyes meet his as he tries to comprehend what I had just said.
"Wait, what baby? We don't have a baby-"
"Niall, think about it." His eyes widen as he stands up quickly.
"Wait, what?" He grasps his hair between his fists and walks around. "Are you saying your pregnant?"
I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips. "No shit Sherlock."
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