Don't Leave Us (Sequel to Something Blue)

3. Unexpected Pain

"What do you mean we've gotta move?" I asked, stunned.

Niall and I had lived here for over a year together. We had so many amazing memories, and it was like they had now soaked into the drywall. Whenever I had imagined having the baby, I imagined carrying him/her through the swinging door, into the kitchen, or tickling the precious bundle of joy on the living room floor. Not in a new, unfimilar place.

"This place is too small for the two of us, let alone us and a child."

"But Niall, this is our home."

"We had better go..." Darcy said, grabbing Harry's hand and backing out of the room, sensing the tension. Maddie followed them out, after tossing a bye over her shoulder.

"I get that Mattie, but its just not enough space!"

"But this was the room we first hung out in, the room we first played games and teased each other in, the house where we found out about our family!"

"I get that! But we need to move!" Niall shouted. I flinched back, slightly frightened by his yell.

"I just think this has too mush sentimental value to drop on a split second decision."

"I've been thinking about this for weeks! It's not a split second choice."

I felt a pang in my chest. Niall had been thinking of a possibly life changing decision without me? But I straightened up. "Well, sorry that I don't agree with you instantly for once." I spat.

Niall looked shocked. "Is that what you think happens? That I spit out ideas and you just go alog for the heck of it?"

I shook my head. "No, of course not."

"Then what do you mean?" he asked sternly, his blue eyes turning darker.

"Niall, I just feel like-"

"No, I get it. You just go along so that I don't get mad at you, right?" he snapped. I flinched. I had never been the bullseye of his anger before, but it felt like he had just stabbed me and twisted it.

"Niall! Of course not! I just don't want to move, is that too much to ask?"

"It is when the well being of our baby is on the line!"

I felt shocked. Did he just dare to say that I wasn't making good choices for our child?

"Niall, you did not just say that."

Niall's eyes widened, as what he said sunk in. "Oh my god Mattie, I didn't mean that at all, I just-"

"No, it's alright. I get it. I'm not a good mother." I felt tears sting my eyes, but I wiped them away angerly.

"Mattie, please, I didn't mean it like tha-"

"Niall, just leave me alone." I sighed. I waddled as fast as I could down the hall. I stumbled into our room and shut the door quickly before tumbling onto the bed, protecting my somach of course.

Tears sprang into my eyes. This flat was small, sure, but it was home. Everything memorable about this home involved Niall, and were good things (for the most part.). We had had food fights, lazy days, and sleepy mornings in here! We found out about our baby in the the kitchen, and announced the baby to everyone in the living room too.

*Flashback*

"Hey guys." I greeted them as they walked in the door. They all grinned and ran inside the living room, shouting greetings and jokes about.

I closed the door and leaned my forehead against it, sighing. We had found out two weeks ago, and I swear to god my stomach was already bigger. I poked it softly, and was both happy, and weirded out, when it was fairly hard.