Honest Illusions [niall horan]

Chapter 45

Niall's P.O.V.

Wrapped back up in the comforts of my own bed felt better than I could ever describe. It held an instant sensation that ran up my spine the moment I made contact with it. With it being Christmas Eve, my mind rewinded several years back, recalling the many Christmas Eve's I had spent with the pent up joy to share a day of caring and giving in just a few hours. My flat directly brought the spirit of Christmas to me and whoever else entered. Colorful lights brightly shined all around my living room, even extending into portions of my hallways, and they accentuated what I'd like to call a fairly large tree just right. Ornaments of all sorts hung loosely on the tree, giving it not only a festive look, but also a homey look, and for that I had my lovely mum to thank for.

Landing into Heathrow in the early hours of the morning may have been both my best and worst idea. We, Aubrey, Adam, and I, may have been suffering from a shitty case of jet lag, but at least there weren't too many paparazzi by to spot us, and that's the last thing I need Aubrey surrounded by, especially with the dilemma she put on hold back in New York. Personally, I didn't think she was going to agree to flying all the way over to London, especially so last minute, but this was Aubrey we were talking about- the queen of unpredictability. Once mum found out we were coming, she took it upon herself to tidy up my flat and make it "Christmassy" since it had been months since I've been home. I must admit I did miss my London flat a lot. As much as I enjoyed basking in the comforts of my own home, I couldn't deny that my never ending mood filled with nothing but pure joy and excitement had something to do with my pregnant girlfriend down the hallway right now. 

For once, things in my life were sailing more than smoothly, and, to be quite honest, I never imagined myself in such a state of bliss. Five years ago, I was on the path of becoming a depressed former boyband member who had a drinking problem, and possibly a drug problem. Then, as if it all happened in an instant, everything took a wild turn, for the better, of course. Turns out, I was just missing one person in my life- Aubrey. She brought in the light that everyone else previously had been   trying to get me to see. After all these years, I could never figure out what I did to deserve the love of someone so kind-hearted, caring, generous, and beautiful. Not only did she give me her unconditional love, but she was also giving me a daughter in a few months time.

Anytime it crossed my mind that we were going to have a little girl, which frequently occurred, I found my mind wandering years down the road. I already felt a lump forming in my throat when Aubrey and I would be sending her off on her own to her first day of school. Suddenly, I would my heavy heart shifting into a state of happiness as I imagined chasing her around the park in a hectic game of tag or teaching her to ride a bike. Dozens of scenarios crossed my mind, and with each one of them, I grew more and more excited to welcome her into our lives. Most of all, though, the thought of Aubrey going into labor struck every nerve ending in my body. With it being her first pregnancy, which is the longest and toughest one for every woman (I've been doing my research), my body rattled in fear that something might happen to Aubrey,or even our daughter. Try as I might, I pushed those thoughts aside and focussed on the positives.

Plugging my phone back into the charger, I walked out of my room and headed down to see what my two visitors were up to. As I walked down the hallway, my ears picked up a faint humming coming from the end of the hallway. My footsteps quickly changed their route in that direction, finding myself walking towards my living room. I stopped at the mini stairwell that led down to the living room, allowing me a full overview of it. Aubrey was laid across one of the sofas, humming along to Frozen's "Do You Want to Build a Snowman?" It took everything in me not to burst out into a never ending fit of laughter. Of all things, I found it hilarious she was watching a cartoon movie.