One Chance (Niall Horan Fan Fiction) Completed

Chapter 46- filler

I am now 6 and a half months pregnant and I’ve gotten huge. Not huge, but bigger, for my usual skinny figure. When we went to the doctor, he said I was just a late bloomer. Lol.

The paparazzi don’t know. Simply because I haven’t been going out of the house at all. If im hungry, one of the boys picks up whatever  I want. They’re like my slaves HAHAHAH.

“NIIIIIII!” I screamed, making Tyson jump up, his ears alert, as if there was a stranger in the house.

“What?” He said, coming in the room. He had a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

Mine.

I stared at him blankly and he looked at me weirdly before sitting down beside me on the couch.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he said, pecking my nose.

Ice cream.

“Gimme.” I said quickly and gave a grab for the bowl of goodness

“wat noOoOo” he said, pulling the bowl away and placing the spoon in his mouth.

“NIALL GIMME THE FUCKING CHOCOLATE.” I said playfully and he laughed at me and lowered the bowl. He dipped the spoon in the wonderful sweet goodness that is chocolate and spooned some into my mouth.

“More.” I said and he turned his body toward me and just fed me while I watched Mean Girls and snuggled with Ty.

“Why are you just now growing though? Right after you told me, you grew.” Niall said and licked some chocolate off of his finger.

“I dunno. Coincidence, maybe? If you remember, the doctor said I was a late bloomer.” I said and scratched behind Ty’s ear, and Ty turned his head towards me, beckoning for more.

“You were already kinda big before you told me.” He said, shrugging to himself.

“Well, I kinda tried to hide it. Behind big sweaters, you know?” I said and he nodded and grabbed the end of my hair.

“I need a new hair style.” I said and he looked up, dazed.

“What? Why? I like your hair like this. It looks perfect.” He said defiantly.

“I just don’t like it.”

“Well what do you want to do with it?” He asked, almost if nervous. His sudden change in mood disturbed me and I gritted my teeth.

“Nothing.” I said suddenly. He ruins SO MANY THINGS UGH.

“What?! What did I do?” He asked, his voice getting a pitch higher.

“Nothing.” I said, getting up. I pulled up my sweatpants and looked down at him and stared. He just looked confused up at me and raised his eyebrow. He scratched Ty behind the ear.

“Why have you been so moody?!” He asked, a look of stupid confusion placed upon his flawless face.

“UH I DON’T KNOW, MAYBE BECAUSE IM FUCKING PREGNANT?” I yelled and Harry came into the room.

“Oh woah,” he said slowly and looked between us. “What happened?”

“Ash just flipped out all of a sudden.” Niall explained and my tempers flared.

“NIALL JAMES-“ I started and walked towards him but Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

“Ash, c’mon.” He said and nodded towards the door. Niall looked sad and confused and I just didn’t want to go there, so I grabbed Ty from his arms and walked out of the room and into Harry’s room, making sure to crack the door. I wanted to hear what they were saying.

I was completely silent and I still couldn’t hear anything.

I put Ty on the floor and walked out the door and to the room they were in. They had shut the door. Rude.

I placed my ear gently on the door and it was then I heard more voices. I heard Zayn talk low.

“-Yeah, I know. I just think that her being pregnant has something to do with her mood.”

“Well, of course. Have you ever heard of mood swings?” I heard Liam’s calm and gentle voice.

“She’s been acting weird for like three months though.” I heard Niall’s voice say. It was laced in sadness.

“I still don’t think it’s her pregnancy.” Louis said. He didn’t say it cocky, more gently and trying to convince Liam.

“Well what else could it be?”

Silence.

“Niall…” Harry started suddenly. “Has Ash cut herself?”

I could almost feel the tension rise in the air.

“No. No. That’s not it.” Niall said quickly. But I had the feeling he was trying to remember.

I looked down and saw the faint fading slashes across my forearm in wrist. They’re fading. Last time I cut myself was a few months after treatment. Anyway, I have nothing to cut with anyway. I came home one day and they were just gone. I strongly suspect one of the boys, and mostly Harry, but I know they’re just trying to help me.

But I just don’t want help.