Honest Illusions [niall horan]

Chapter 39

Niall's P.O.V.

My thumbs continued to mindlessly scroll through the vast variety of posts on Instagram; it's actually sad that I've been doing this for the past ten minutes. Even more saddening is that before I decided to venture off to the world of Instagram, I found myself reloading my timeline on Twitter quite a good number of times. This is the result of when I'm stuck outside in the waiting room at the doctor's office for forty-five minutes as of now. Aubrey's sickness, or whatever the bug inside her was called,  continued to get worse and worse, and a part of me feared that whatever was causing her all this suffering and pain could potentially be life threatening. That was the last thing I needed on my plate right now- actually, I didn't need that happening ever.

Despite her constant pleas arguing that she was totally fine, I went against them and dragged her to the doctor. Every time I brought up the mere mention of visiting the doctor, Aubrey immediately evaded the topic, and she either quickly changed the subject or tried to distract me. Not that I minded making out with her, but I needed to make sure she was okay, so I needed to focus on her health for her considering the fact she wasn't. For the past five days, she's woken up at nearly the crack of down, and poured out everything inside her into the toilet. If that wasn't a sign that something was wrong with her, I don't know what is.

Another slam of the door sounded out, causing me to lift my head up in hopes to see Aubrey walking out. Unfortunately, it wasn't Aubrey, but instead it was another young couple, and it was safe to assume they were expecting very soon. The couple seemed to be a few years older than Aubrey and I, and both of them held the widest grins I have ever seen. I guess pregnancy not only drives up the woman's hormones, but the man's as well. Again, for reasons unknown, Aubrey didn't want me going back in with her while the doctor examined her. Her reasoning behind that crazy logic was she didn't want me seeing her in such a vulnerable state. Total bullshit, because I could totally care less about that nonsense. All I wanted to do was be there for her when I knew she needed me the most. A part of me felt like she was pushing me away, yet I think that's just my paranoia getting the best of me.

I continued to watch them as the nurse handed them a few small sheets of paper before she went on to explain something I had zero clues about. A small smile tugged at my lips because I totally could picture Aubrey and I in their shoes a few years down the road. The studio would have been open for a few years, Aubrey would acquire more seniority at her job, Adam would be older, and of course we'd have an established and settled home here. Everything, now, was way too chaotic to even think about adopting a dog. That's another thing Aubrey has been crazy about lately. I did consider getting her one for Christmas, but I wasn't sure what our living situation was going to be like a few months from now, so I guess I still have some time to figure that out.

Snapping me out of my Christmas wish list planning, the slamming of the door yet again averted my gaze over to it. This time, my lips curved into a a fairly wide grin at the sight of my beautiful girl. Wrapped up in her black raincoat, she held her gaze against the floor before she turned back around and thanked the doctor. I locked my phone before slipping it into my hoodie's pocket and lifting myself out of the cold, hard plastic chair. Cushioned chairs would definitely be a better option for these waiting rooms, especially with that long of a wait time. Aubrey stared at me with a neutral expression as I approached her, anxious to hear what the doctor said.

"So what's wrong with ya?" I questioned once I came up to her. She blinked at me before continuing to stare at me with a blank expression. Now, I grew even more confused as to what was going on with her. "Babe? Ya there?" I questioned again, waving a hand in front of her face. That seemed to snap her out of her sudden trance.

"Turns out I contracted the stomach flu, that's why I keep throwing up," Aubrey explained as she folded a small piece of paper before tucking it into her coat's pocket.