"Niall, tell me!" I demanded angrily.
"I-I can't. Not yet."
"I swear to God, Ni, if you don't tell me what you did then I'm walking through those doors," I shouted while pointing a finger to the entrance of our house with my other hand holding onto my baby bump.
Niall took a step closer to me and gently put my arm down, looking into my eyes with sincere, "Collins, it's not anything harmful. It was just a little something that I'd thought you'd like."
"What is it?! Tell me, Ni. Tell me!"
He slowly shook his head and looked towards the ground, staring at his white high tops, "I can't. Not yet."
"What the hell?! First, the boys said that you missed a lunch with them because you had to do something more important, then, you missed rehearsal 'cause you had some other shot going on. This isn't you Ni! What are you doing?!"
"Princess, I promise you, it's not anything that'll harm anyone, especially not you. Please don't be upset."
As Niall reached to place his hands upon my hips, I pushed on his chest, forcing him away from me.
He gave me a confused look and I said, basically shouting by this point, "Niall, if it's so important, why don't you just tell me? It's like I can't even trust you anymore and it's even worse when we're about to have a baby! You're changing, Ni, you are changing. You're always away on tour and I never get to see you but when I can, there's always something popping up with that band! God, and you're just so glum now! You're not the cheerful boy I was in love with! You're just something else, just, just stop!"
Niall's eyes went to a dark blue, full of anger, "Collins, I am sorry! It's not my fucking fault! I don't plan this shit to happen! Half the shit isn't even supposed to happen! It's like having a kid with you, it was NEVER supposed to happen, NEVER planned!!!"
It took me a few seconds to sink in what just came out of his mouth and when it did, I felt so close to beating him to his death, "Are you serious?! You're really being a dick! Go fuck yourself, Ni!!!! You know what?! I am done, I'm done with you, the boys, and especially your stupid band!"
I pushed pass him and to the entrance of the house. As I went to reach for the handle of the door, I felt a hand wrap around my wrist.
I turned my head to see Niall, is eyes back to an ocean blue as his lips quivered while he said, "Please, don't go. I'm sorry, princess."
I looked at his hand then to his eyes. I could feel the tears so close to making their way down my cheeks but I held them back.
"I'm sorry, Ni. We need to take a break. It's better for the both of us."
I retrieved my hand from his grip and opened the front door, leaving what was once mine and Niall's home. As I got into my car, I could see Niall in the doorway wiping his eyes. I didn't want to do this but I didn't think I could take one more fight.
***
Tears streamed down my face as I drove angrily down a familiar rode. I started to hear a ringing noise and soon realized it was my phone. I quickly looked at the caller ID then answered the phone, still keeping my eyes on the road.
"Collins?" A familiar voice asked.
I took a deep breath and answered, "Yes?"
"Where are you? Denise and I are worried sick about you. Niall just told us what happened."
Knowing it was Greg I answered, "I'm just a few blocks from your house."
"Come to the house. You can stay here with us for as long as you want."
