Gone

"Pregnancy" 17

I stared at the ultrasound picture of my fetus for what seemed like eternity. How is it possible? The goo was wiped off, but I held my hand there. I felt weird movements, but not kicking or whatever. Did it even have feet? 

That began to explain the horrible nightmares I had. It wasn't insomnia. He was wrong on at least one thing. 

"Are you thinking about keeping it or..." Adriann asked after an hour of me holding it. 

It had come across my mind, but I just found out today. "Well, I don't want to kill it and I don't someone else to have something that has my blood, my nutrients, ME in it. I guess so."

She nodded. We stayed in silence because we had no other things to say. 

She left and stayed in a hotel since we lived in a different country now. Nurses told me the doctor would see me tomorrow because he said I was okay to leave. 

"Now you need a leg cast for the worst part of your hip, that chipped a little. Let me check your head." He ordered the cast and sat me in a no back chair. He cut the gauze lightly, and started to slip it off. I felt nothing. Actually, a lot of pressure was released from it. "It looks beautiful." He gave me a mirror, and I had trouble even finding it. I smiled. "Now, this is going to be a regular pregnancy. There's only one, and theres no abnormalities to the baby or you. Don't tell people unless they ask. Your agents couldn't come but they said you have a plane waiting, and your sister knows everything. Let me get your cast..." He ran out of the room and into the hall, grabbing the special stuff. He began wrapping it, and doing everything to my hip. "There's a hospital less than a mile away from your house. Feel free to go in at anytime for any reason."

He hugged me and watched me leave the hospital, and get into Adrianna's car. I waved, and watched as he got smaller and smaller to me. Soon we were arriving at the airport, and they were very careful on my body. They told me we both have first class tickets, and we were escorted to our seat. 

I laid back in the leather chair and watched the sun. Adrianna sat right next to me on my left, and I begged for her laptop. Once we took off I logged into her Facebook.

Her Facebook had over 5 million likes. I scrolled to the last post - this morning. 'Going to see her! She's so much better! Can't wait to leave today! xxx -Adrianna' I scrolled through comments.

Yay! I hope she's doing well!

Thats wonderful news! Enjoy the new home

ur ugly & fat

Niall doesn't even like you ! ! ! ! ! 1 !!!!

It's so good to hear she's getting out. I hope she feels a lot better. 

I sympathetically smiled to myself, and clicked Twitter. Instinctly I searched Niall. His last tweets before the kidnapping were ...

@niallofficial: the food's smellin good!

@niallofficial: start the grill bobby

@niallofficial: so glad to be home. feeling great.

@niallofficial: interview with lads about the kidnapping in 2 days. tues.

@niallofficial: @ddlovato oh im good hbu? feeling great considering the facts

@niallofficial: The lads and I are working hard on the album. Who's going to listen to it? I know I am!

@niallofficial: feelin wonderful now long waited beer

@niallofficial: @randomtwittername no im niall (Tweet is: Niall's drunk)

I laughed and saw right in the smack middle of our kidnapping someone tweeted Buy the album! I knew it was management.

I searched everything possible about Niall in the recent 2 months and found a video of him walking through an airport. He was a faded bruise on his arm. "Niall are you the reason Andrea is in the hospital?" He got mad, and went towards the man, but the boys stopped him. Harry looked fine and normal. 

I gave myself a mental note to watch the interview.

Soon enough I wasted all the time on her computer and saw we were in England. London, airport. "Our new home," Adrianna whispered. She talked to head of security at the airport and got our already bought car. She typed the coordinates into the GPS system, and began driving. Time flies so fast when you aren't trapped in a van or locked in a room. You'll notice it.