Through The Dark

Manageable

I set my guitar case down and sigh. "Long day?" Sam asks from the couch. I walk up behind her and lay a kiss on her forehead. "Is that a yes?" She asks again and I nod. "Come cuddle." I swing my legs over the couch, landing next to her. "Tell me about it." I lay my head on her lap and she plays with hair.

"Solo album recording is hard and boring." I huff. She runs her hands down my chest and into the neck of my shirt, then traces back up again. "I don't wanna do it anymore." I close my eyes as she starts rubbing my temple.

"Hun, you're gonna finish this album and it's gonna be great. Remember how excited you were when you first started it?" I open my eyes, just to stare up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I know but this whole thing is making me think. I'm going to make this album then I'll have to go on a tour and you'll have to stay home and work. And this whole time while I'm working we'll be apart. I don't like leaving you alone." I mutter.

"Stop being so cliche and pathetic." She rolls her eyes as she tugs on my ear a bit. "No one said that you absolutely have to go on tour. Just release the album. People will buy it. Even if they don'y, you made a solo album that is written all by you. You should be proud of it." I cuddle up closer to her and lay my head on her chest. "Harry is doing the same thing. Madi did it. She never went on tour."

"That's because she got pregnant." I scoff. That's literally the answer to everything. Why did Harry and Madi get back together? She was pregnant. Why did she get kicked out of her house? She was pregnant. Why did she cancel a tour before it was even announced? She was pregnant.

"Is that why you don't want babies quite yet Nialls?" She had to bring that up. I thought we were past that, at least for a little while. She hasn't said anything about it since my birthday, which was over a month ago. "It is, isn't it?"

"No." I reply simply.

"Then why?" She stops running her hands through my hair. "Niall talk to me." I sit up and look her in the eye. "We can have a baby and you can go on tour. We can manage. I can do this by myself if I have to. I can come with you. I'll still go to Vidcon with a baby. We can do this Niall."

"I don't think carting a baby around on a bus is the best idea. The screaming. The crying. Stinky diapers. What if we get into a bus accident?" I defend myself.

"One, the baby is going to cry where ever we have her. Stinky diapers too Niall. Babies poop whether they're on a bus or not. And we won't get in an accident. I wouldn't put you on a bus if I thought it was going to crash." She rolls her eyes. Her points are too good for me.

"I just don't want a baby want right now. You're all I want and I'm content with that. You and me." She sighs and stands up, pushing me off her lap. "Now you're going to pout." I mutter.