Our Life And One Direction.

Family

Makenna's POV

The next morning my eyes were red and sore. I'd cried so hard, at the possibility that Niamh, my best friend, could die. And for what? To give Niall another child to look after when she died?

I picked Bobby up and held him close. I knew that her child, the child inside her, when it grew up, it would blame itself for the death of it's mother.

I carried Bobby into Darcy's room and woke her up. I took her hand and we walked down to the kitchen. I made breakfast for Darcy and she ate I looked through my phone. I had millions of pictures. One of me and Niamh on the London Eye came up on the screen. It was taken before any of this, before we were reunited with the boys. A few hours before we got scouted. We so easily could have gone somewhere else. We would still be living our normal lives, in Mullingar, or going to uni. But if we had chose a different path we wouldn't have been reunited with the boys, I wouldn't have Darcy, Niamh and Niall wouldn't have got married, they wouldn't have Hollie, I wouldn't be married to Harry and I woulnd't have Bobby.

But we would have been spared so much heartbreak and pain.

Harry came down and kissed me softly and hugged Darcy before picking up Bobby from his moses basket and carrying him into the living room. Darcy followed and I smiled, where were they going?

I followed and grinned. Harry was on the sofa holding Bobby in his arms and Darcy was snuggled up to him. They were wrapped up in a blanket watching Disney channel. I took a picture and tweeted it

@MakennaOfficial: @Harry_Styles @Niamh_Fitz Harry being all cute with Darcy and Bobby! #familyman

I smiled at my family. But soon, Niamh maybe wouldn't be able to smile at hers.

Niamh's P.O.V

I flicked through the photo album. A young girl, with her blonde hair in plaits, on a wall, with another girl, who was about the same height, with dark curls, and electric blue eyes. Assumpta. She'd always been so small.

I'd love our little boy or girl to look like her. It would be a blessing, on them. I turned the page. Niall, Makenna and Me. My arm was laced through Niall's, and my other through Makenna's. I was smiling a gap-toothed smile. Kids, I thought, fondly.

When It just, Happens, It means you have to compromise,and face the consequences. It doesn't mean you want it, it means you have to make do. It's up to someone to fight for it to happen, and to fight to stay alive.

It's just, I couldn't bear the fault of taking away Niall's Baby. Makenna, Assupmta and everyone else thinks I'm crazy. But, when you love someone, the thought of not being able to do something for them drives you insane.

Niall's always wanted a big family, and I know he's happy that this happened. It may not be the way we all wanted it to work out. It's fate, and no matter everyone else wishes it hadn't of happened, it has, and...I'm scared.

Who wouldn't be? I turned the page again. A picture of me and Makenna. I recognised it as GCSE year, and could see my maths textbook lying on my desk, as I seemed to be writing something to english.

I didn't want to go, I really didn't, and as tears fell from my eyes, I crawled into a ball, after pressing play on the TV, and watching PLL. I didn't really watch though, and grabbed another album, a wedding album.

On the first page, was a picture of me, and El. I was getting my make-up done, and El had her thumbs up, grinning. The next, a picture of Assumpta and me, before we even got ready, watching Ted with a bowl of popcorn and a blanket. The next, Makenna, smiling at the camera.

There were more of that morning, Me and Lottie, etc. Then it came to the boys getting ready. Niall, with a bag of doritos, and his thumbs up, while his mammy fixed his tie, and tutted. A picture of the boys lined up on the stairs, then a newspaper cutting of Niall outside the chapel.