One Direction Preferences

Preference 50- You Tell Him You're Pregnant, (PART2,NI&HA.)

You Tell Him You're Pregnant, (PART2,NI&H.):

**Sorry that Niall's will be similar to some of the other boys'.**

Niall: (HIS POV) I shut the door gently, but with a force. I went and rattled my keys on my fingers the whole way down the drive until I had to stop to unlock the car. I quickly unlocked it then climbed in and slammed the door. Would (Y/N) be watching me now? She probably isn't. I just want to get away so I can think. I quickly drove down the street and to the nearest McDonalds. I just got a drive through and sat in the car in the car park. I didn't know what to do. I was torn whether I should go back and see her or just leave. I know, I know for sure that I should go back but I just can't imagine myself... a dad? There are loads of people who have children in my age and don't have any struggle, that's a lie. Everyone has struggles with children. But to be critically honest, those people who do have children round about mine and (Y/N)s' age, they aren't going off to do a world tour.

(YOUR POV) I sit at the kitchen table, a warm mug of coffee in my palms. Sending bursts of heat through my hands then all around my body. I shut my eyes for a minute, thinking. Not of anything in particular, just thinking. About life. About what I just told Niall, jumping from issue to issue. What if Niall never comes back? Should I go and live with my family or will they not want me? Nobody wants me. That's why Niall left. Now that I think, I was thinking of things in particular. I open my eyes and let them adjust to the light of the room. I lift the mug of coffee up to my lips and take a drink. Letting my body shiver with the sudden contact with a hot liquid. I almost seem to choke when I breathe in quickly as I hear the door swing open. My head snaps around, I have to move my chair back in order to see who was standing at the door, Niall. Both of us just stay still. I don't move a muscle, what should I say? I don't know what to say... neither does Niall. "I-I, I er..." he starts, clearly he's baffled by the awkwardness that filled the house as he stepped in. "I'm sorry." He states, coming into the kitchen. Should I say something? What should I do? I'm panicking. Nothing comes out word wise but tears, that's a whole different story. They're flooding my face, showing Niall that I've caved in, it's all became too much. "What are we going to do?" I choke out when I finally catch my breath. "On the way back," Niall stops mid sentence as he notices my breathing has become irregular, "hey." He says bluntly, giving me a kiss. Somehow, as blaringly cheesy as it may be, his kisses always seem to calm me down. "On the way back," He starts again, "I called my mum and I told her. Don't be mad." He finishes, looking into my eyes, seeing if there's any sign of annoyance but there's none. "It's fine." I speak. Letting him know my true feeling. "But we're going to go and see her, fly over to Ireland, when we have tickets booked and she's going to help us. Help you, help me. Then when we've spent some time with my family we can go and see yours. We'll not tell your parents yet, we'll wait." He stops and cups my cheeks, my eyes haven't left his, "Is that okay?" he asks me.

"Of course." I say, tiredly. Niall just smiles. I stand up and give him a hug and we just stand there. Just swaying back and forth, letting the world go by. Neither of us having a care in the world.

Harry: (YOUR POV) I've ruined Christmas. I couldn't sleep last night, last night was Christmas Eve. Harry didn't speak another word to me after the short conversation we held after I told him. This morning is Christmas. Christmas is meant to be the happiest day of the year, not for all, definitely for most. Last night I heard him come upstairs, climbing into bed and not moving another muscle after getting himself comfy. This pained me. I managed to cry myself to sleep, on Christmas Eve. Now we're both sat opposite each other on the living room floor, the fire still warm and crispy off last night, the snow that fell last night has left a clear, few inches on the ground. I handed him his presents and he did the same. Neither of us shared a single word. Not even an attempt was made by either of us. This also pained me.

I awkwardly opened my presents, smiling at the thought being put into them. As I read his card, as I read that card. It made my heart stop. The words he chose, how he put them across; I had to hide the fact I was crying by fake yawning. I placed the card beside me, making a mental note to keep it forever. I wonder if he's feeling as awkward as I am. Sitting there, feeling grateful for the gifts I've given him. Or maybe he just wants to go back to bed and sleep the day away...

(HARRY'S POV) I lifted my head up as I opened my last present. I'm so lucky you know. To have someone like (Y/N). I know, last night I was really stubborn with the way I took the news. And I really regret that now. I look at (Y/N), she's just opening her last present. I watch her, I really feel sorry for her. She thinks this is all her fault, I can tell. When you're with someone for so long you can really tell when they're upset or when they've done something wrong. I can tell now, with (Y/N), that she's blaming herself for all of this. Technically, it's my fault. Ha. I'm sorry, got carried away a little bit... As I see her put the present by her side I think this is the time to talk to her, "(Y/N)?" As soon as the words fly out of my mouth and into the open air her head snaps up, just as if she's been waiting for me to say her name. "Yeah?" She whispers, almost in shock that I've talked to her. "Come here?" I say back to her and pat my knee, ushering her to come and sit with me. I didn't like being so distant from her. "You know last night?" I say and as soon as I said that I wondered if I should of said it, but we need to talk about it. "Yeah?" She says for the second time in under two minutes. "Are you still mad?" She asks.

"No." I quickly say, "I never was mad, I was just really shocked. I mean, everything I said last night, you know... some of it was true but then deep down I'm really excited. I know, and I'm sure you know too, that it's going to be really tricky and we're going to be faced with a lot of struggles and we're both going to be at tipping point. But I promise you that I wont leave, I wont get mad when things aren't going straight... but I promise that I will be there every step of the way." I finish and plant a kiss on her forehead, "and thank you for the presents, I'm very lucky." I whisper to her. A grin appears on her head and she whispers thank you and something else. "Merry Christmas."

**HARRY'S TOWARDS THE END THOUGH.... I couldn't figure out how to end it, I'm sorry. Okay so, I finished the before part in Looking for Alaska and I have to say I cried so much.. I only have like 90 something pages left of the book... hahaha. Anyway, thank you for the feedback I got given on my last update it was very kind of you all! I hope this one was good becayse I know I've been lagging on the updates! Thank you for reading! 7+votes for the next preference!:)**